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samwinchesterfanfic · 1 year

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Obsessing over innocent reader pt.2 — Rafe Cameron headcanons

warnings: manipulation, masturbation, dirty talk, fingering, p in v, smuttt smutt pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader a/n: thank u so much for the feedback and love on the first part!! i loved writing this part, i hope u enjoy it!! you can read part 1 here

the day after you fucked rafe for the first time, you started second guessing your actions

this wasn't you, you weren't used to one night stands, let alone a one night stand with someone like rafe

yet, the thought of him still plagued your mind, and made you yearn for things you considered beneath you, which is why you avoided responding to his many texts and calls, hoping this would all solve itself

it wasn't rafe's fault that he started masturbating more than usual after that, no, his mind was too corrupted with thoughts of how his cock fit inside of you as if you were molded just for him

however, it was your fault that he couldn't satisfy his own needs, unable to match the pleasure he felt that night, it didn't even come close to that

you have poisoned his being, and now you were avoiding him. but rafe was a man of patience, and he wasn't going to let that small predicament get in the way of his desired prize

the fact that he has befriended some of your own friends, alongside the fact that he was one of the most influential people on this island, came in clutch, since a friend of yours invited him to get dinner at some new place

there was no doubt in his mind that you were going to be there as well, how could you refuse going out with your friends and risk upsetting them?

and his assumptions were proven to be correct once he saw you sitting alone on one side of the table, an empty seat next to you that he didn't hesitate to occupy

his mouth pulled back into a grin when he noticed how you were avoiding his gaze, clearly flustered from the memories of the other night

as the night went on and rafe was talking to your friends about god knows what, you felt his sly fingers trail over your thigh, higher and higher as your breathing got more erratic, almost chocking on your drink when he brushed over your clothed clit

however innocent you may want to appear, your facade has fallen once you opened your legs wider to grant him access to your drenched pussy

"don't make a sound or i will lift the table cloth for everyone to see how much of a slut you actually are." he turned to whisper to you, only causing you to get more wet

he made you cum just by fingering you in public, underneath the oblivious looks of your friends, muffling your moans in the back of your throat as your nails were digging into his hand

you excused yourself from the dinner soon after that, and rafe quickly followed you into the parking lot of the restaurant, grabbing you by your wrist and shoving you into the backseat of his car

to your shame, you didn't even try to protest as he dragged his tongue alongside you collarbones and dry humped you, desperate for friction. you were too afraid to recognize your own filthiness, letting a man you've only known for a few days fuck you like that, but the pleasure he gave you was too addicting

"you think you can avoid me like that after i fucked you, huh?" rafe acted like a starved man as he kissed you with such vigor you were sure that your lips were going to be bruised

you couldn't even tell when he undid his belt and lowered his boxers, all that you could feel now was his cock slamming into you repeatedly, at an unforgiving pace

"you're mine now, understand? i shouldn't have even let you cum earlier,you didn't deserve it, princess."

"fuck you feel so good" his hand came to a stop at your jaw, urging you to keep your half lidded eyes on his face as he continued to speak "i'm gonna cum in you over and over again, pump you full of me"

"please, please, rafe..." you begged over and over again, after so much time of enduring his edging

"you look, shit, so pretty when you beg" he spoke through groans of pleasure, lowering himself to press kisses upon the column of your neck "cum on my cock, princess"

you didn't need any further instruction, drenching him with your wetness as you fell apart at his hands once again, his mouth swallowing every one of your moans

after you came down from your high, he didn't waste a second to move into you once again, tired whimpers falling from your lips as he kissed away the tears falling from your face at the overstimulation "i meant it, angel. there's no hiding from me now. you're all mine."

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rafe cornering you when you’re over at the cameron house for a sleepover with Sarah 😋😋😋 you wouldn’t want her to wake up would you?

"but rafe, sarah's gonn—"

"she's not gonna know if you're quiet," his tone is a little annoyed, but he tries to sweeten it when he spots your nervous nibbling at your bottom lip, eyes wide and worried. he presses you harder against the bathroom sink, leaning down to trail wet kisses up your neck until he takes the swollen lip between his own teeth. "trust me, Sarah owes me. she won't say anything even if she hears."

he grins when you let out a breathy sigh of his name, and then his hands move to your waistband. "think you can stay quiet if I bend you over this counter, baby?" he laughs when you shake your head clumsily. "I think you can, I know you can be good for me. always are in the end, aren't you?"

you nod dumbly, eyes glazed and breath laboured. "y-yes. I want to be good," you swallow hard. "f-for you."

his grin sharpens into something poisonous before he bites down on your lip again. he swallows your whimper and goes back to stripping you of your clothes. "let's put that to the test then."

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samwinchesterfanfic · 1 year

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Smutember 2-B.B.

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Summary: sex by the fire with Bucky

Warnings n stuff: 18+,female!reader, BEEFY BUCKYYYYYY, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of cockwarming, creampie(kink), mentions of multiple rounds, belly bulge, lots of ‘good girl’ and ‘pretty/pretty girl’.

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Little cabin rented out for the two of you in the middle of winter, a cozy fireplace, and a beefy Bucky Barnes right underneath you on the ottoman that’s right beside the fire. God it’s so warm and comfortable, the snow is falling so much, ground is completely covered along with the trees and there is at least two feet of the white, cold joy outside on the ground. You two, naked, lay on the ottoman. You’re on top of him, his cock buried inside of you as he lazily moves your hips. “Look so pretty like this, sugar plum….so fucking pretty.” He means by the fire, the light of it, the orange, flickering blaze bouncing off from your skin. It has you looking like an absolute goddess. Bucky’s eyes are trained on you, mouth slightly open as you prop yourself up by your hands on his chest.

“You think so, Buck?” You ask, teasing smile on his lips as you start to grind down onto him a little harder and a little faster. You clench your pussy down around his aching cock and he groans, “fuck….I do. My pretty girl. So fucking gorgeous.” Bucky murmurs, and then he can’t control himself any longer. He tries to, but you’ve been keeping his cock warm for the past two hours like a really good- perfect- girl and he’s so fucking hard, and you’re so so wet and warm. Bucky can’t control himself, so he props his feet up onto the ottoman, knees bent, and starts to fuck you. Really fuck you.

His hands are gripping your hips, surely leaving bruises as he fucks up into you. Squeals of surprise and then moans repeatedly slip from your mouth as you dig your nails into his chest. “Fuck fuck fuck! Yes, Bucky!” You get louder, and thankfully there’s no immediate neighbors beside your cabin or they’d hear it all. “Gonna fill you up….because you look so pretty, baby. God you look so fucking pretty. You’ll look even more pretty with your pussy stuffed full of my goddamn cum.” Bucky grunts out, his hips slamming up into you as his hands pull you down to meet them. He has you fucked dumb already, no other words leaving your mouth as you sit there and take his cock like a good girl.

“Mhm…..you want me to stuff you….want to be full. You wanna be my very good girl.” Bucky’s tone gets lower before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks, running his tongue over the bud, and you moan, leaning further down onto him as he continues to fuck you good. His arms flex, left arms plates shifting a a little, making that whirring noise that you’ve gotten used to, while his right arm has that vein prominently showing.

You’re both sweating, your pleasure is high, the fire hot, and you’re nearing your orgasm as Bucky nears his. “Fill me…..up….please.” You whine as you tighten the walls of your cunt around his cock, and Bucky let’s out a muffled, grunted moan around your nipple as his hips pick up even more of a hard thrust. “Yes! Yea just like- oh fuck!” You moan, eyes shutting so tightly as your face scrunches up when Bucky’s fingers pinch your clit. He fills you up while he does so, making your tummy bulge out a little bit as he pumps you so so full of his hot, thick cum.

You take it, wanting every single bit, and Bucky let’s go of your nipple with a pop, hungry eyes looking up at you as sweat beads his forehead. He urges you to cum, nearly begs for you to as he starts to rub your clit now, and his tongue laps messily at your other nipple. It doesn’t take you much longer, the wet sounds of his cum mixed with how wet your pussy is already have you toppling over. “That’s it….good girl….fuck yes. Cumming so pretty….holy fuck.” Bucky grunts out as he feels your pussy pulsate around his still hard cock, and when he doesn’t stop- he only switches positions- you know you’ll both need to go get some air after all of this.

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samwinchesterfanfic · 1 year

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Needy

summary: peter comes across sex pollen on one of his missions

cw: choking, fem! reader, squirting, choking, a little degradation, daddy kink, dom! peter

a/n: ITS FINALLY OUT AHHHHH

you were a nervous wreck

peter had gone on a mission and you had yet to hear from him since he told you that they arrived at the warehouse where the mission took place. he was usually very quick to let you know when he was on his way back and give you updates, but you haven’t heard a word.

it was a fairly simple mission with low level villains. it was a classic hideout bust which tony usually took you guys on to practice real combat. it’s been about four hours and you had yet to hear from him. usually the most difficult of missions would take two and a half hours.

you were pacing around the compound as you awaited their arrival; the other avengers attempted to comfort you but you were just worried sick.

it wasn’t until much later that you heard them arrive, and you ran quickly to the entrance ready to scold peter for not texting or calling however you were met with a frantic tony.

“get banner we have a situation” he pants out and you’re quick to do as he says; getting the scientist and bringing him to the ship.

however, as you attempt to hop on after bruce you are stopped by tony.

“sorry kid but i don’t think you should see him right now” he says as he blocks the door way.

“what the hell happened tony?” you wonder with a little anger at being stopped. you make out peters voice as you hear him whine.

“she’s here, i can smell her, fuck princess need you so bad, so hot fuck- baby need you” he groans and your eyes go wide at his tone of voice.

“so i guess i have to explain now huh?” tony groans as he steers you back into the compound.

tony then tell you the tale of him and peter’s encounters in the warehouse where in a last attempt to get away someone threw a bomb that was composed of a high end “sex pollen” which increases libido to the point of pain, and unfortunately your boyfriend was subjected to it while tony’s suit was able to filter it out.

“sooo, he just needs sex?” you piece together as you and tony sit across from each other.

“well, i would say yes but i’m not sure what the pollen combined with his genetic composition would entail, he might be in a frantic state of mind that would cause him to injure someone” he explains.

“and hopefully banner will find a cure” he sighs out as he moves to presumably find bruce and help with a cure.

“and where is peter now!” you yell after him.

“like hell im telling you!” he yells back causing you to groan.

and that’s how, with a few bribery’s on your part, you ended up pittering down the hall at the dead of night in nothing but shorts and a tank top on your way to fuck pollen out of your boyfriend’s system.

you can hear his panting through the door. soft whines and moans are all that can be heard through the door as you walk towards the room.

he was going insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you he could conjure up: you on your knees pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, you on your back; legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you, you on your hands and knees as he fucked into you from behind.

what noises would you make? how would your cute little face look? could he get you to squirt on him? how-

his thoughts are interrupted when he hears a door open; and immediately as the door peers open his senses go into overdrive. his body heats up and his cock stands at attention.

he was consumed with the thought of you

“peter” you gasp out as you look at him. he looked desperate, sweat covering his body and his face. he had a red flush that trailed down to his heaving chest and it was hard to ignore his flushed cock that looked painfully hard; as it bobbed against his abs.

“baby” he whines out panting softly; he was so damn needy and he knew that if you stood in the room for too long he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

“princess fuck- you gotta leave or else im not gonna be able to control myself” he pants out as he closes his eyes throwing his head back. he releases small whines as he waits for your response; selfishly hoping you would stay and help with his issue.

“no baby im gonna help you; gonna make it better okay?” you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans at your words skin heating up further at your promises.

“o-okay baby, but i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back” he mewls out breath picking up in pace; as his anticipation increases.

“it’s okay peter; just do whatever you need” you say as you approach him hands moving to him cheeks, and he moans at the small touch. he looks up to see a soft smile gracing your beautiful face;

he almost felt bad for what he was about to do.

he quickly moves his lips to yours before moving his hands to your ass, as he grabs handfuls of it pulling at the fat before slamming his hand down. you yelp at the contact and he groans into this kiss. your tongues are sloppily battling as need drives your actions.

he pulls away and leans over as he whispers a small “jump” and you comply. he catches your legs as they wrap around his waist and he moves you to the bed with ease before laying you down.

he leans to hover over you as he moves his lips back to yours again; his hands planted by the sides of your head. you two continue the intense exchange before he pulls away making you whine.

he moves to stand before pulling your shorts down; moaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already drooling on the sheets.

“aww this poor pussy; look at her crying all over my sheets, she’s been missing daddy huh?” he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your slit. you whimper at the filth that comes from his mouth; causing more arousal to soak his sheets.

“been missin’ your cock daddy need you in me” you moan out moving your hips as you attempt to catch the tight ring of your cunt on his cock.

“fuck- naughty thing, you know i’d eat that cunt but i need to be in you right now, okay baby?” he pants out as he explains his reason for skipping his usual extensive foreplay; even though you were practically begging for his dick he still assured you of his actions making your heart swell.

he waits for your agreement and when he catches you nod your head he moves his hands to capture your legs folding them back into your chest as he situates himself between your thighs.

he moves one hand from your leg to alight himself with your little cunt; he taps the fat head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in.

he moans as his tip sinks into you; you felt like heaven. he felt like he was gonna fucking bust, but fuck he needed more.

he continues to bully his fat cock into your soaked pussy as he inches into you. you moan at the stretch; your cunt struggling to accommodate him despite taking him many times in the past.

“shit baby- fuck so good, need you to relax so i can fuck this pussy right, need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit” he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your little clit so you can take more of his dick. he feels you flutter around him and it allows him to slide into you with more ease, and with one surge of his hips he bottoms out causing you to squeal.

“ah- feel you here daddy” you babble out as you grab the hand that was on your clit, and moves it to your throat. he groans at your actions before tightening his grip on your neck causing you to moan.

“fuck- you’re such a little slut, just waiting for someone to pound this pussy; need someone to make you go fucking dumb” he groans out as he pulls his hips back leaving only the tip of his cock in your pussy before slamming his hips back into you; bottoming out again. he continues to repeat the process at faster intervals, as he moans at the clutch of your cunt. you almost scream at the rough treatment; drooling and babbling as he fucks you dumb.

“fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt” he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the compound in drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he fucks into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of your heat.

“hear how fucking soaked you are baby? this pussy is so excited to see me” he mocks as you hear the obscene sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours.

your body reflexively inches back from his brutal thrusts as your legs shake in his hold; your hips leaning away from his cock causing him to growl.

“nuh uh baby girl, be good and take this dick” he sneers as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck your poor cunt. at the feeling of being manhandled your cunt flutters around his dick causing him to chuckle.

he moves his hand from your throat to your clit before pressing down and rubbing tight circles. your pussy squeezes down on him at the action and he knows you’re close.

“fuck! m’ gonna cum please daddy fuck, s’too good” you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at your admission before leaning down over you.

“you better hold it baby” he smirks as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his brutal thrusts; the stimulation of his cock fucking into your pussy still leaving you on the edge of an orgasm.

“you’re gonna cum when i cum baby; this is about daddy after all” he sings as his hips still momentarily grinding into your g-spot causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as you tremble in his hold.

though it doesn’t last for long and he resumes his brutal pace. he fucks into you with long hard thrusts as the tip of his heavy cock abuses your g-spot. he groans as he looks down at your cunt struggling to accommodate him; your cute little cunt twitching as you strive to be good and hold in your orgasm for him. you were his good girl and his good girl deserved his cum.

his moans become more frequent as his abs tense and he knows he’s close.

“fuck- baby be good and cum on this dick” he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a squeal. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him in streams; soaking him and his dick.

at the sight he moans out before burying himself into your pussy and pumping you full of his cum, and for the first time in hours he feels relieved.

that is for a few seconds as you two come down from your highs before the tingling feeling returns and he stiffens inside you.

“sorry princess but it looks like we have more to do” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips.

the next morning

“y’know we worked really hard on that cure just for you horny kids to fuck all night and keep the compound up” tony remarks as he walks into the kitchen with you and peter in it.

“im so sorry mr. stark” peter stutters out; his face a bright red.

a complete contrast to how he was fucking you last night

“it’s fine kid as long as you’re alright” he says as he grabs a water and walks back to where he came

“and i hope you used a condom kid! i don’t want little spider-man’s running around” he yells on his way out causing both of you to groan.

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samwinchesterfanfic · 1 year

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Too Damn Tragic - Prologue (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1219072862-too-damn-tragic-prologue?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=hopelessromantic0831&wp_originator=c9Z0UJsLZS45qK4Tl0eCaVNET8nZ%2B%2BiBdgELcpRWng%2Bqg8RxqOLFqn3YRgJTL%2FdhGTyhOqS46BAB27AlZ%2BYMv4UDAWSkw5Dog2SvZdMEXjpRFgXQxX5ne76CTVSbzdQd Hannah was never supposed to meet Nathan. Their paths were fated to never once cross, and there's a good chance they would've been happier if Fate stayed in her lane. Instead, they met one odd little night when Fate decided to stray from the plan. Hannah was supposed to be mine. Now, I watch as she runs from me with every step she takes. Hannah was never supposed to meet Nathan, and now? Now everything is fucked.

#action #fantasy #fate #lovers #mature #nsfw #romance #suspense #books #wattpad #amreading

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samwinchesterfanfic · 2 years

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Dark Obsessions - The Warning-Hannah (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1276387288-dark-obsessions-the-warning-hannah?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=hopelessromantic0831&wp_originator=pyaqMrZ8amUcuUKIkfFJbTHQRff4AOWT3t9ao0bls6NV9sQvF93FJEjGUXODajdjdLLgY8F8PxGKs9dIBf1b3YhFp7mpPRcsTjtdUUT9U%2F5sxHjmsOJJv7OU1az7Ql8l The moment Drayce meets Hannah, his entire life shifts. His thoughts are no longer revolving around graduating and the hell he'll meet when he does. Suddenly all he can think about is the pretty girl with dark brown hair and unnerving green eyes. He can't sleep, can hardly eat, and is unable to focus. He needs to know her, needs to have her on her knees for him. The moment Hannah meets Drayce, her entire life shifts. Her thoughts keep wandering back to the desperately attractive man with black hair and unreadable grey eyes. She's pretty sure she pissed him off, since she begins to see him everywhere and all he does is glare at her. She wishes so badly that she didn't though, because all she can think about is how much she wants to know him, and how good his black hair would look between her legs.

#dark #darkromance #enemiesto #enemiestolovers #kinky #mature #nsfw #obsession #obsessivelove #romance #sexy #books #wattpad #amreading

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samwinchesterfanfic · 2 years

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Dark Obsessions (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/323109911-dark-obsessions?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=hopelessromantic0831&wp_originator=WM8E0TkXYZDHmpCAgfAi9umurDqJIlI8HopFTBec5SzgsKVjjYFebCZjnCOOhv4FsssbfLDAlo%2F9N1YkjdMVSu9LE3rsi4zy6qht5lx64s3hTctDWQCKsd59RLYFOoFC The moment Drayce meets Hannah, his entire life shifts. His thoughts are no longer revolving around graduating and the hell he'll meet when he does. Suddenly all he can think about is the pretty girl with dark brown hair and unnerving green eyes. He can't sleep, can hardly eat, and is unable to focus. He needs to know her, needs to have her on her knees for him. The moment Hannah meets Drayce, her entire life shifts. Her thoughts keep wandering back to the desperately attractive man with black hair and unreadable grey eyes. She's pretty sure she pissed him off, since she begins to see him everywhere and all he does is glare at her. She wishes so badly that she didn't though, because all she can think about is how much she wants to know him, and how good his black hair would look between her legs.

#dark #darkromance #enemiesto #enemiestolovers #kinky #mature #nsfw #obsession #obsessivelove #romance #sexy #books #wattpad #amwriting

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samwinchesterfanfic · 2 years

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Dark Obsessions - The Meeting-Drayce (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1273243959-dark-obsessions-the-meeting-drayce?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=hopelessromantic0831&wp_originator=LErvDgpeuLc1NKElSFCpmQ14X44RKIwhk2bP7R6cxlWD7661%2F8FWgrNZ4awDOgsBLkHnqEjwQ5jKhDryu8an5%2BWN5JPQLyPcPcvGamXkKQBhmHxfq6H0Q35ECoZcxIfO The moment Drayce meets Hannah, his entire life shifts. His thoughts are no longer revolving around graduating and getting the hell out of college. Suddenly all he can think about is the pretty girl with dark brown hair and unnerving green eyes. He can't sleep, can hardly eat, and is unable to focus. He needs to know her, needs to have her on her knees for him. The moment Hannah meets Drayce, her entire life shifts. Her thoughts keep wandering back to the desperately attractive man with black hair and unreadable grey eyes. She's pretty sure she pissed him off, since she begins to see him everywhere and all he does is glare at her. She wishes so badly that she didn't though, because all she can think about is how much she wants to know him, and how good his black hair would look between her legs.

#dark #darkromance #enemiesto #enemiestolovers #kinky #mature #nsfw #obsession #obsessivelove #romance #sexy #books #wattpad #amreading

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samwinchesterfanfic · 2 years

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For all my new followers!

Grand Masterlist

Sam:

Series:

Good Girl

Running From The Devil (Part One)

Drabbles:

Is There Somewhere

Summertime Sadness

Raise a Little Hell

Never The Same

Heaven Knows

Fireworks

Done Fighting

We Were Here

Dean:

Drabbles:

Wake Me Up

That Was New

Clubbing

No Me Without You

Just Tonight

Little Lion Man

My Hero

Ruin You

One Shots:

Change My Life

Series:

Here I Go Again (Chapter One)

Here I Go Again (Chapter Two)

Here I Go Again (Chapter Three)

Summer Love

Dangerous

Rough Around The Edges (Part One)

Hate You More

Claire:

Drabbles:

Trouble

Jack:

Drabbles:

Once Again

Heartbeat

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samwinchesterfanfic · 5 years

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samwinchesterfanfic · 5 years

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What A Cliché

High school!dean x reader au

Warnings: language

A/N: Hiiiii. It’s been a long time y’all. Anyway so this is gonna be a series. Not sure how long yet, ig I’ll see if y’all like it lol. Also, inspired by the AMAZING @jerkbitchidjitassbutt. Ya. That’s all.

Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.

That’s right folks. It’s a slow burn.

*ALSO NO DANEEL HATE*

The first day of school has always been a nerve wracking ordeal. Particularly because you always started in the middle of the semester. This time, October 14th was the day, and West Valley Boarding School was the place. You step in front of your bedroom mirror, checking your outfit one last time: a pair of black leggings paired with dirty white converse high tops, and a black long sleeve with skeletons dancing on it. A perfect spooky season fit, you thought. Grabbing your backpack, you went downstairs. Your parents were already at work, so you made a cup of coffee before jumping in your car and heading to school.

The drive was quick and before you know it you were in the front office. A fifty something year old lady with badly dyed hair and glasses on the tip of her nose was showing you the school map, your schedule, and your room.

“Now we have a school tour guide to show you the ropes for the first two class hours, so you’ll be skipping your first two classes.” She yammered on and you wondered what preppy cheerleader had volunteered.

“Hey Mrs. Lawer. Where’s my touree?” A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didn’t even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.

“Dean, she’s right here.” She motioned to you and you turned towards the voice. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, before you recognized that you were indeed correct. His dark blue lettermen jacket fit him perfectly, and you could see baseball patches adorning the sleeves.

“Of course.” You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.

“What? Don’t like what ya see?” He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.

“Well? Lead the way.” He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.

I wasn’t sure what to say. This girl was really cute. Like next level cute. I thought I was adorable, but her reaction seemed to say otherwise. Oh well, maybe winning her with my charms will work. I look behind me and see her trailing a few steps behind, looking at the school in all its rich person glory. I slow down, and fall into pace with her. She looks up at me, and I smile.

“So, when are you moving in?” I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.

“Later today.” She says, and I can see how nervous she is.

“Don’t worry, boarding school isn’t that bad. It’s actually fun.” She looks at me knowingly.

“True.” So she’s been to one before. Okay. We walk into a large room with leather furniture, flatscreens, a pool table, and three vending machines. I close the doors behind us. It’s completely empty.

“Here we are: Junior commons. We’ll stay here for about an hour to discuss a few things, then move onto the tour.” She nods, and I realize I haven’t been formally introduced to her yet. We head over to the leather couches and I stop her.

“What?” She asks. I hold out my hand.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.

“I’m y/n y/l/n.” She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.

Gahhhh. I can’t focus. Why? Why is he affecting me like this? No jock had ever made me feel this... weird. I try not to stare at his biceps, or the way his black shirt hugs his body perfectly. No. No, no, no. You learned your lesson last year. Remember that.

“Okay so let’s start with rules. You’ve got your basic school rules like no littering, pay attention, respect the teachers, don’t break dress code, etc. But, then we’ve got our unique rules. Since we are a boarding school, these are more strict. We’ve got an 11pm curfew on school nights, and a 2am curfew on weekends. They do random room checks every week, as well as random car searches every month. We have our safety drills once a month which are pretty standard. Since we’re juniors, we are allowed to have the opposite gender in our rooms, but everyone has to be back by curfew. Underclassmen don’t get that privlage,” he winks at me, “ so I suggest you exercise it as much as possible. Any questions so far?” His tongue shoots out to wet his lips, and I’m momentarily lost for words. At least until I come to my senses.

“Uh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.” I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.

“Yeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?” I grab my schedule and examine it.

“First hour is Medical Science 1, second hour is AP criminology, third hour is AP psychology, Fourth hour is CP Trig and Calc, fifth hour is lunch, sixth hour is AP Lang and comp, seventh hour is AP forensics, and eighth hour is off. Seems pretty good at least.” I say. I look up and his eyebrows are buried in his hairline.

“Damn girl.” He whistles.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Nothing I just realized you’re smart. Like smart smart.”

“I guess.” I never really thought anything of it.

“Well we have the same off hours so that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” I know better then to think he’ll hang out wit me during them though.

“So the only thing is you don’t have a PE class on your schedule so you’ll have to sign up for a club class.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.”

“Okay. Uh this school has a swim team right?”

“Y- uh yup. Yes we do.”

“Awesome that was easy. So what’s next?”

“Okay, uh well let’s do the tour and I’ll explain more as we go.” He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.

We make our way throught the rather massive school, Dean stopping every minute or so to explain something new to me. The information is excessive, and the fact that I’m getting distracted by his jawline or his eyes or the way his muscles are highlighted through his t shirt, is absolutely no help at all. We finally got to my room, and he opened the door.

“Home sweet home.” He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.

“No roommate, nice.” I say. He nods.

“Yeah that’s why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.

“Nicer then the places I was at before.” You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.

“Places? As in multiple?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well what’d you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he says sitting down on the mattress, “why did you get kicked out?”

“Well,” you sit down next to him, “I only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.”

“And I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?” He leans in close.

“I believe that’s none of your business.” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I have no idea who you are. Also, I don’t particularly like you.” I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

“Ouch, that hurts.” He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

“Let’s go dumbass.” He hurries after me.

We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.

“Well sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.” He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.

“Yup. We done.” I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.

“I’ll see ya around, y/n.” He walks off just as the bell rings. Students pour out of the classrooms and into the halls. I walk into my class and tell my teacher I’m the new student. He points we toward a desk next to a red headed girl. Setting my stuff down, I slide into my seat and stick an AirPod in, ready to pretend I don’t exist. But there’s a snag in my plan. The red haired girl taps on my shoulder, startling me.

“Hi there. I’m Daneel. You are?” She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.

“I’m y/n.” I shake her hand quickly.

“Cool. You’re obviously new. Where are you coming from?” She asks.

“Uh just moved here from New York.”

“New York? Wow! That’s crazy. Why’d you move?” God what was this, a criminal investigation? A voice in the back of my head told me she was probably just being friendly, but I knew that wasn’t true.

“Personal reasons.” I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.

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What A Cliché

High school!dean x reader au

Warnings: language

Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.

That’s right folks. It’s a slow burn.

*ALSO NO DANEEL HATE*

“Hey Mrs. Lawer. Where’s my touree?” A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didn’t even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.

“Of course.” You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.

“What? Don’t like what ya see?” He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.

“Well? Lead the way.” He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.

“So, when are you moving in?” I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.

“Later today.” She says, and I can see how nervous she is.

“Don’t worry, boarding school isn’t that bad. It’s actually fun.” She looks at me knowingly.

“What?” She asks. I hold out my hand.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.

“I’m y/n y/l/n.” She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.

“Uh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.” I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.

“Yeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?” I grab my schedule and examine it.

“Damn girl.” He whistles.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Nothing I just realized you’re smart. Like smart smart.”

“I guess.” I never really thought anything of it.

“Well we have the same off hours so that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” I know better then to think he’ll hang out wit me during them though.

“So the only thing is you don’t have a PE class on your schedule so you’ll have to sign up for a club class.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.”

“Okay. Uh this school has a swim team right?”

“Y- uh yup. Yes we do.”

“Awesome that was easy. So what’s next?”

“Okay, uh well let’s do the tour and I’ll explain more as we go.” He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.

“Home sweet home.” He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.

“No roommate, nice.” I say. He nods.

“Yeah that’s why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.

“Nicer then the places I was at before.” You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.

“Places? As in multiple?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well what’d you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he says sitting down on the mattress, “why did you get kicked out?”

“Well,” you sit down next to him, “I only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.”

“And I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?” He leans in close.

“I believe that’s none of your business.” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I have no idea who you are. Also, I don’t particularly like you.” I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

“Ouch, that hurts.” He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

“Let’s go dumbass.” He hurries after me.

We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.

“Well sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.” He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.

“Yup. We done.” I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.

“Hi there. I’m Daneel. You are?” She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.

“I’m y/n.” I shake her hand quickly.

“Cool. You’re obviously new. Where are you coming from?” She asks.

“Uh just moved here from New York.”

“Personal reasons.” I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.

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What A Cliché

High school!dean x reader au

Warnings: language

Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.

That’s right folks. It’s a slow burn.

*ALSO NO DANEEL HATE*

“Hey Mrs. Lawer. Where’s my touree?” A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didn’t even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.

“Of course.” You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.

“What? Don’t like what ya see?” He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.

“Well? Lead the way.” He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.

“So, when are you moving in?” I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.

“Later today.” She says, and I can see how nervous she is.

“Don’t worry, boarding school isn’t that bad. It’s actually fun.” She looks at me knowingly.

“What?” She asks. I hold out my hand.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.

“I’m y/n y/l/n.” She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.

“Uh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.” I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.

“Yeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?” I grab my schedule and examine it.

“Damn girl.” He whistles.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Nothing I just realized you’re smart. Like smart smart.”

“I guess.” I never really thought anything of it.

“Well we have the same off hours so that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” I know better then to think he’ll hang out wit me during them though.

“So the only thing is you don’t have a PE class on your schedule so you’ll have to sign up for a club class.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.”

“Okay. Uh this school has a swim team right?”

“Y- uh yup. Yes we do.”

“Awesome that was easy. So what’s next?”

“Okay, uh well let’s do the tour and I’ll explain more as we go.” He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.

“Home sweet home.” He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.

“No roommate, nice.” I say. He nods.

“Yeah that’s why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.

“Nicer then the places I was at before.” You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.

“Places? As in multiple?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well what’d you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he says sitting down on the mattress, “why did you get kicked out?”

“Well,” you sit down next to him, “I only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.”

“And I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?” He leans in close.

“I believe that’s none of your business.” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I have no idea who you are. Also, I don’t particularly like you.” I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

“Ouch, that hurts.” He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

“Let’s go dumbass.” He hurries after me.

We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.

“Well sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.” He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.

“Yup. We done.” I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.

“Hi there. I’m Daneel. You are?” She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.

“I’m y/n.” I shake her hand quickly.

“Cool. You’re obviously new. Where are you coming from?” She asks.

“Uh just moved here from New York.”

“Personal reasons.” I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.

#spn #reader #samwinchesterfanfic #dean winchester #supernatural #dean x reader #fanfic #angst

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One and One Make Three - Masterlist

Summary: Friends are always there for you. Through the good times and the bad. After a night out with two of your best friends, catching up and celebrating the end of a chapter, you can’t help but wondering what lies ahead for you in the next. Start a family like Jared? Find another acting job like Jensen would? Little do you know, your best friend is harbouring a huge secret and one decision was about to change your life forever.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mental and Physical Abuse, Pregnancy, Fluff, Smut. (Each part will be marked individually with warnings.)

New parts will be posted Every Tuesday and Sunday!

Part One: The End of a Chapter

Part Two - Seattle

Part Three - Girls Night Out

Part Four - Not Supposed to Happen This Way

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What A Cliché

High school!dean x reader au

Warnings: language

Y/n is new to Deans high school. His popular, pretty boy looks annoy Y/N, at least until she sees another side to him.

That’s right folks. It’s a slow burn.

*ALSO NO DANEEL HATE*

“Hey Mrs. Lawer. Where’s my touree?” A gruff voice reached your ears, and you sighed internally. Of course. A jock. You didn’t even have to look to know he would be wearing a lettermen.

“Of course.” You mutter. The most basic of jocks. He smirks at you.

“What? Don’t like what ya see?” He teases, and you grit your teeth. Turning back to Mrs. Lawer, you thank her and grab your papers before looking back at Dean.

“Well? Lead the way.” He shakes his head at you with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking out into the hallway.

“So, when are you moving in?” I ask, trying to make small talk until we get to the common room.

“Later today.” She says, and I can see how nervous she is.

“Don’t worry, boarding school isn’t that bad. It’s actually fun.” She looks at me knowingly.

“What?” She asks. I hold out my hand.

“I’m Dean Winchester.” She looks at me oddly, and after an almost uncomfortable amount of time, places her hand in mine.

“I’m y/n y/l/n.” She qucikly withdraws her hand and sits down. I take off my jacket before doing the same.

“Uh yeah, no questions it all seems pretty basic.” I say, swallowing as an awkward silence blankets us. He scratched the back of his neck and glances around the room quickly.

“Yeah. Okay so uh what are your classes?” I grab my schedule and examine it.

“Damn girl.” He whistles.

“What?” I chuckle.

“Nothing I just realized you’re smart. Like smart smart.”

“I guess.” I never really thought anything of it.

“Well we have the same off hours so that’s cool.”

“Yeah.” I know better then to think he’ll hang out wit me during them though.

“So the only thing is you don’t have a PE class on your schedule so you’ll have to sign up for a club class.” He says.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah every student is required to take some sort of physical exercise.”

“Okay. Uh this school has a swim team right?”

“Y- uh yup. Yes we do.”

“Awesome that was easy. So what’s next?”

“Okay, uh well let’s do the tour and I’ll explain more as we go.” He stands up and walks towards the door. I scramble to grab my backpack and phone before following him.

“Home sweet home.” He says with a chuckle. The room is dark and empty except for a bed, dresser, and desk.

“No roommate, nice.” I say. He nods.

“Yeah that’s why a lot of people try to come here. No roommates. It makes it a nicer experience.” There’s an innuendo in there somewhere, but I ignore it and drop my stuff.

“Nicer then the places I was at before.” You practically shudder at the thought. Dean scoffs.

“Places? As in multiple?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Well what’d you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean,” he says sitting down on the mattress, “why did you get kicked out?”

“Well,” you sit down next to him, “I only got kicked out twice. Every other time my family moved.”

“And I repeat my question: why did you get kicked out?” He leans in close.

“I believe that’s none of your business.” I whisper.

“Why?”

“Because I have no idea who you are. Also, I don’t particularly like you.” I say, standing up and grabbing my backpack.

“Ouch, that hurts.” He says feigning pain. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room.

“Let’s go dumbass.” He hurries after me.

We finish the tour in a relatively peaceful fashion. We come to my third hour class and he flashes me a knee buckling smile.

“Well sweetheart, here we are. I hope my tour skills were up to pat.” He says, his gruff voice captivating me momentarily.

“Yup. We done.” I stand there awkwardly and he smirks at me.

“Hi there. I’m Daneel. You are?” She says, holding out her hand with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It makes me uneasy.

“I’m y/n.” I shake her hand quickly.

“Cool. You’re obviously new. Where are you coming from?” She asks.

“Uh just moved here from New York.”

“Personal reasons.” I say, and put my AirPod back in, effectively ending the conversation.

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