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Title: show me
Pairing: Gabriel x reader
Spn kink: wing kink
H&H: Gabriel
Tags: maybe some mentions of sexual acts, maybe some mentions of violence, nudity, course language and more along those lines viewer discretion is advised!!!!
Rating: pg-18 just to be safe
Created for @spnkinkevents @heavenandhellbingo
Summery: not telling....
Winchester that is your family name but when your father died you changed your name so you could travel seperate from your brother's...
Your father was John winchester, your mother was Mary, your brothers were Sam and Dean... this life was never meant to be yours, this isn't what your parents wanted for you.
But this is what you brought upon yourself In order to help your family line survive. To avenge what happened to your parents. To kill every single son of a bitch who means the world harm.
Your brothers trust you about as far as they can throw you. But are very over protective and don't like males coming around trying to ask you out and such.
Today you are making sure that the devils gate has remained sealed, for the apocalypse is impending and dooming, and yucky and a high chance that you could loose both your brothers...
Yn: ok you guys do realize that this might be slight paranoia, I mean this has not had any trouble so far...
Dean: ya well we aren't taking any chances.. Sammy put up that warding over there to, then go and get us some supplies... and put gas in baby, remember cash only and no place that has cameras or mirrors, if you can't find any then I'll get yn to do It when she gets back..
Yn: Dean, you forget yourself, I have baby.. remember... you let me take it, and yes I'm bringing back pie...
Dean: Sam, take a lesson from our sister this is how things are done. You could learn a thing or two... now kiddo, how are...
At that point they hear you scream...
Dean: yn... sis are you okay...
You groan a bit as you yell into the Bluetooth ear piece...
Yn: demons... give me one second bro...
You shoot one with the colt and then a blinding light engulfed the other one and then the light dispursed To reveal a handsome man .
Gabriel: yn, you don't know me yet, but we are destiny we have been written in the stars by my father... but he said I'd know when I was to comes down and this is that time, but I'm afraid that my powers were weakened by my killing of that wretched demon... I must ask for your help... and I fear that once your brothers see me they will not be as happy about me and you...
You sheath your gun and turn off your Bluetooth effectively hanging up on your brother who you knew wouldn't be happy with you...
Yn: who are you?
Gabriel: Gabriel
Yn: as in...
Gabriel: yes...
Yn: lets get you up and into the car, so I can bring you to my uncles, where we can get you rested and healed...
Gabriel: I've been limited access to my powers, my brother and his goon squad didn't like my suggestions and racing about how my destiny was to be with you down here so I surrendered half of my powers and banished myself down here to be with you.
You help him off the ground supporting him as you help him back to the impala... you sit him in the front seat, going back to re seal the barrier around the devils gate.
You get back to the impala and get inside, you pull out your phone and dial your brother. Taking it off Bluetooth but putting it on speaker phone.
Dean: yn, are you okay?
Yn: yes, I'm fine... I have kind of a surprise ish thing for you and Sam when I get back... the devils gate is all sealed and safe nothing is getting in, nothing is getting out.
Dean: what kind of surprise?
Yn: lts a good surprise, one that I hope you both approve of... It Certainly has Changed my perspective... But In the moment It is peaceful. you and Sam @ uncle bobby's?
Dean: yep have been for a bit now... those Poltergeists were easy...
Yn: on route to you see you in a few hours!
You hung up the call, you then turned to Gabriel.
Gabriel: tell me what your thinking
Yn: I need a Shower, I need to eat, I want to kiss you, but maybe once I'm not so covered in Gunk...
Gabriel: well what's wrong with being covered in gunk?
Yn: nothing I guess, you may want to relax for this drive, it's a good 4 hours ish to my uncle Bobby's!
Gabriel: I want to just lay my head against you and breathe in your scent and listen to your voice, and get to know you as I hope you will get to know me...
Yn: well I think that you are very very charming. So I think this is gonna be good for me...
Gabriel just leans over to place his head in your lap as his hands twirl in the loose strands of your hair and he turns on the radio.
This causes you to sing... well your voice soothed him to sleep, you'll slowly ran your fingers through his golden brown hair.
Yn(internally to self): I know he just kinda fell into my arms but I can't help but feel the strong feelings of love.
All of the sudden an hour and a half later, there is a loud popping sound and the car starts to swerve and slide... you manage to get the car under control once it's stuck in the mud...
You and gabriel look at each other and you put your Bluetooth back in your ear calling your brother.
Yn: bro please don't be mad but something struck the impala, I managed to stop baby but it's also now stuck in the mud...
Dean: where are you
Yn: just outside of clinton falls, we will be waiting on the side of the highway, if we can get out of the mud...
Dean: sit tight Bobby and I are on our way, Sam is gonna follow once the cars that are arriving are finished being checked in... and did you say 'we'
Yn: yes, I think I found my soulmate... or at least that's what he said when he fell literally from the sky... before you go jumping to conclusions bro, let me just say this: if you try to harm him in any way shape or form ill run with him, and you know I will... see you both soon...
You turned off your Bluetooth and rolled down the windows, then turned to meet the eyes of this gorgeous man beside you...
Yn: okay let's crawl out the windows to get out of the car, my brother and my uncle are on their way... with a tow and a ride the rest of the way... I need to grab the garbage bag, and put my bag in it so I am not leaving it in the car...
Gabriel: anything else?
Yn: ya kiss me once we make it to the road... cause I trust you and I want to start my life with you...
Gabriel: that makes me so happy a ppy to hear you say that... okay yn your call how do we do this.. considering the car is sinking slowly...
You hadn't noticed till he said something but he was right... the impala was slowly sinking... you reached behind you stuffing your purse and other bag in the garbage bag tying it up and pulling it up to the front.
Yn: okay I'm lightest ill go first and once I'm out and on the top of the car you crawl out...
Gabriel: or we go together and I can bring out your bag...
Yn: thank you...
Gabriel and you start to at the same time same movements to climb out the window. Once on top of the impala, Gabriel holding the bag slides off the back of baby right into the mud...
Yn: yuck... I want a shower very very badly...
Gabriel: we will have that opportunity once we get back to your uncles... no hold on to my hand and we will have our lives together as ordained by my father...
Yn: mmm I like the sound of our lives...
Gabriel just had a smile on his face as he holds your hand to get back to the road... you were absolutely sure that if he hadn't run away from you yet he probably wouldn't...
Yn: oh shit...
You say as you suddenly stop in your tracks... Gabriel comes up to you and searches your eyes for what could be wrong.
Gabriel: what's wrong my love...
Yn: my runner is stuck... I am gonna have to take it off...
Gabriel: here give me one second...
you watch as he pushes his way through the rest of the mud to place the garbage bag by the road... then he pushes back through the mud to you...
Gabriel: okay I'm gonna bend down in front of you, latch onto my neck take off both your runners and I'll carry you the rest of the way out...
Yn: are you sure? I mean it's....
Gabriel: let me stop you there, we can share the shower later... right now we have to get to the road where your brother and uncle should be coming soon...
You knew he was right but you latched onto his neck and felt his hands lift you up so your legs came round his waist...
Yn: thank you...
Gabriel: for what?
Yn: for showing up when you did, for being here, for not taking off when we got stuck in the mud. For letting me ride on your back when my shoes got stuck in the mud. And fuck that BTW I just got those shoes...
Gabriel laughed and it reverberated through his being... exiting the mud Gabriel get you back on your feet, not lifting his arms off you yet...
Gabriel: you know what I don't care that we are covered in mud, I don't care that we are waiting for your brother and uncle to show up so they can rescue us and the car, I am gonna kiss you and we can start our lives together!
You just stared at him, his eyes meeting yours with a brief pause neither of you noticing that there were headlights coming down the road, instead Gabriel pulled you closer Cupped your cheek, and kissed your lips passionately and gently.
Dean and Bobby watched this from the tow truck...
Bobby: isn't that the...
Dean: ya it is she didn't mention that was who this was...
Bobby: boy get your head together you don't want to push her away... let's just get your car out and let your sister wrap in a blanket with her soulmate and we can discuss this later.
Dean: ya your right... I'll call Sam then exit the truck... you go and tell them to get out of the way so I can get close enough to pull the winch to the impala...
Bobby gets out of the truck and let's out a whistle... you and Gabriel turn to face Bobby...
Yn: hey uncle Bobby, this is Gabriel! Gabriel my love this is my uncle Bobby! Uncle where is Dean!
Bobby shakes hands with Gabriel as he hands you both a towel each...
Bobby: in the truck talking to Sam! And waiting for us all to get out of the way and set up the reflectors for the impala so we can tow it out of here...
You run back through the mud to put the reflectors on the impala and you come back out covered once more in fresh mud.
Gabriel wraps you in the towel as your brother drives up and starts backing up toward the reflectors...
Once in position he gets out of the truck wearing his overalls and boots... he approaches and the words out of his mouth surprise you...
Dean: it's good to see you again, trickster...
He says as he holds his hand out to Gabriel who takes it...
Gabriel: you too Dean no hard feelings about the mystery spot...
Dean: not at all, I have gotten over that... no worries... now, I see you have got my sister on your arm too...
Gabriel: yep, I gave up half of my powers just to be with her.. by the way I'm actually the archangel Gabriel! You may have met Zachariah who is probably trying to get you to say yes to Michael!
You look over at your brother with wide eyes as you had no idea about that...
Yn: wait what... Dean is that true
Dean: yes kiddo Michael wants to use me as his vessel and lucifer wants Sam to be his vessel...
Yn: so that's why you guys have us living with uncle Bobby it's in case of the apocalypse taking you and Sam away from me... which is also why you are also playing nice here bro... your considering it arent you...
dean: now yn its not like that sam and i are doing everything possible to ensure that at least one winchester survives the apocalypse so the family line endures. now i am gonna go through the mud to hook this winch onto baby and pull her out of the mud... but just know that whatever happens to me and sam in the next bit is gonna be challenging and is gonna make you happy that your not living on the road all the time... its gonna make you glad we moved you into uncle bobbys. just know everything we did and have done was and is for you...
you begin pacing as your brain starts to try and process this information... but a hand on your shoulder startles you... you turn around to meet the gaze of your brother.
you take a swing at him and feel him fight back, your rage had come out full swing... you now had him pinned to the ground, you were scared and angry at him, at your brother for concealing this information from you...
dean: yn, listen to me please your not thinking clearly...
dean says as he flips you to pin you to the ground. you were not sure how to feel, you were not sure what to think of your brothers intent... was he telling you the truth did he and sam do all this just for you...
yn: why why should i listen to you...
dean: because since dad died everything sam and i have done has been to protect you, yn your the one who isgonna carry on the winchester legacy... you get a shot at being normal, you have that chance with Gabriel... you can have the hunters life as well as a life of happiness...
yn: can we pull the impala out now and head home so i can take a shower and take rumsfeld out for a walk and so i can spend some time with Gabriel...
dean gets up pulling you up with him... you feel the bruising that you were sure were forming but you didnt care you just wants to be cleared of all mud...
Dean turns to Bobby as he sees you and gabriel standing huddled for warmth near the truck... Dean marches into the mud to hook the winch to the impala...
Bobby stands there dumb founded as he waits for Dean to set up the impala to the winch and he comes out coveralls covered in mud...
Dean: Bobby I don't know what I'm gonna do if anything happens to her cause of me and Sam...
Bobby: when are you gonna get your head out of your ass and see how perfectly happy your sister is right now...
Dean: you really think she is happy?
Bobby: boy I know she is I can tell... now pull your car out of the mud so we can all go home...
Dean does exactly that after however some issues with the winch and such the impala was ready for the journey home...
After a long quiet ride you all arrived back at the house... you lead Gabriel into the house both of you muddy, heading upstairs you lead him into your ensuite(bedroom bathroom with walkin closet).
Yn: do you want to join me?
Gabriel: can I show you something first...
Yn: sure...
Gabriel shakes and shivers a few moments before 2 golden wings spread out of his back...
You go over to the wings, you feel them relax beneath your touch... you hear Gabriel let out a small moan...
Gabriel: can I use my magic to get us out of these clothes and we can go into the shower and clean up using my wings for a comfy towel...
Yn: please let's cause I don't think I can wait anymore.
Gabriel snaps his fingers all of the clothes you and he were wearing.. Gabriel shrinks his wings back a bit as you both walk into the shower...
Running hot water letting it soak all over you, washing away the mud and gunk but also feeling Gabriel's hands on your form, feeling each part, eliciting soft moans from you.
Gabriel: trust me?
Yn: yes!
Gabriel in that moment spun you around, hoisting you up and placing you down on his hard cock...
Waiting a few moments for you to adjust, he smiles as he kisses your lips, leaning your back against the wall as he begins moving in thrust after thrust after thrust...
Yn: oh my God I think I'm close...
You scream in shrills of pleasure after about half an hour already. You feel Gabriel's hands right on your hips, you are feeling every inch of his body pressing on your own.
Gabriel: let it go baby, let it go, let everyone know what mischief we are getting into, let everyone know who you belong too...
You scream feeling his release and letting your own go... you feel him lift you off of him, setting you back on your feet. You both finish washing up and you shut off the water.
Yn: whew I feel different...
Gabriel: good or bad
You reach up to kiss his lips before speaking your answer slowly.
Yn: good
Gabriel and you walk into the bedroom as his wings expand again, he sheaths you both in them as the feathers radiate a light heat that basically quick dried you both...
Gabriel: how's that babe?
Yn: hell ya I definitely landed myself a good man
Gabriel laughs as he starts to look for something to wear...
You pull out a pair of sweats, a pair of boxers and a black muscle shirt... you hand them to him with a gentle smile on your face.
you pull out a pair of capris, a pair of your lace panties and a tank top with a built in bra... you feel his eyes undressing you as you got dressed...
Yn: I know it's gonna take some adjusting to living with my brothers and my uncle but it's something I am looking forward to helping you do...
Gabriel: hmm I can think of a bunch of other things you could help me adjust...
You watch as he motions to his bulge.. you laugh lightly.
Yn: just a little happy hmm...
Gabriel: yes I am and thats all thanks to you... now let's go down to the kitchen I'm hungry...
You lead him downstairs to the kitchen once all dressed and decent... you grab 2 beers and start cooking food...
Footsteps outside coming up the stairs snaps your focus... you jump into the arms of Sam who sets you down once he sees Gabriel...
Sam: so this is why Dean and Bobby were asking me all those questions... it's true then you and he are soulmates...
Gabriel: hello Sam, my actual name is Gabriel... yes it's true I am your sisters soulmate, I gave up half of my heavenly powers to come down to be with her as per ordained by God...
Sam: oh wow, and how do you feel about this jelly bean?
Yn: I feel like I have been given a gift and it's one I don't want to loose.
Gabriel: with your blessing Sam I'd like to ask your blessing for my being with your sister!
You look pleadingly at your brother as you feel the grip of Gabriel's hand tighten round your waist
Sam: well I....
That's when Dean and Bobby walked in...
Dean: what's cooking?
Gabriel: how bout yn finishes cooking this meal and we all sit down I have a question for you all... it will be easier for us to communicate this in a civil matter for YNs sake...
You go out of earshot to finish cooking the food... you feel the stares of your brothers, your soulmate and your uncle.
Yn: okay everyone before another word is said I need to say something...
Now you had everyone's attention they all sat round the table as beers and food were placed down...
Yn: I know you 3 have a complicated history, but please no more hatred for the past, no more fighting, no more arguing, leave the past where it belongs in the past...
you say as you put a bit of steak and potatoes in your mouth... the boys all looking at you basically struck dumb with the fact that you just basically told them to stick it where the sun dont shine.
dean: you're right yn... the only reason why i was still pissed at you Gabriel was cause you killed me so many times in a bunch of different ways and almost orphaned my brother and my sister for some sort of life lesson... then you shoved us in tv land after we had supposedly killed you and told us to 'play the roles that destiny has provided'... but tonight seeing you making my sister smile, has changed my point of view...
yn: what are you saying bro?
dean: im burying the hatchet... i am going to support my sister with everything she does... and if that includes her being with you... then thats what im gonna do...
gabriel squeezes your hand as he proceeds to speak...
gabriel: i speak to the entire table, do any of you object to my being with your sister/niece for the rest of our lives, as long as they may be?
Dean comes up to place one hand on one of your shoulders, Sam goes to your other side to do the same thing...
Sam: yes
Dean: yes
Bobby: hell fucking yes!
Gabriel smiles and now kneels in your eye shot...
Gabriel: then I know it's a little early for asking this question but I feel like doing this now will be beneficial! So yn with everything I have in me, I promise that for the rest of our lives I'll love, honor respect and cherish you as long as we both shall live and if you say yes right now know that we don't need to get married right now we just need to make the statement to show my brother he made the right choice in not forcing me to stay up in heaven. So yn will you marry me?
He shows you his hand which now holds a small black velvet box in it... your eyes go wide as he opens the box to reveal a enchanted ring, the stone was garnet large in dead center of the ring band made in swirls of rose gold, silver and gold... still glowing and absolutely breathtaking...
Yn: in no way does this affect my answer but did your power make that ring...
Gabriel: yes it did... I made it to whT I feel you are, radiant, beautiful, charming, sexy! The vines entined in the ring is my solem vow to love cherish honor respect and protect you always and forever... so what's your answer...
Yn: yes! I accept your proposal of marriage!
Gabriel slides the ring onto your finger. He holds tight your hand and holds them up to heaven...
Gabriel: brother I know you can hear me and are probably seeing the events as they unfold in the book that I'm sure you are probably following along with, but see this we are gonna take our time with this engagement.
Yn: and Michael I know your listening to this so hear me now, I know you want my brother to say yes to being your vessel but I'm here to tell you that he will never be your vessel and if you dare to try, I can promise you it will be the last time you ever live you great big bag of ducks.
Gabriel and you put your hands down and had a celebration with your brothers and your uncle. None of you would know what would come next, no one could predict that which would unfold in the coming year...
But that is a tale for another time!
~that's all folks for now~
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Title: Shake The Glitter Off Your Clothes Now
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Sabriel (Sam Winchester/Gabriel)
Word Count: 1752
@heavenandhellbingo Square: Gabriel
Summary: Sam has been black-out drunk in Vegas before, but this is the first time he's ever woken up in bed with an angel and a wedding ring. He's too hungover for this and resolves to save whatever freakout he might have for when the sun stops shouting. Too bad his new husband isn't quite so calm about the situation.
Tags/Warnings: Drunk Married In Vegas, Alcohol Use, Memory Loss, Implied Sex Between Very Drunk Adults, Sam Is Too Hungover For Freakouts
Read on AO3 here.
SAM WINCHESTER AWOKE to the feeling of what felt like every part of his body aching, especially his head and his ass. The first one wasn't a surprise - his and Dean's once-traditional pilgrimage to Vegas was a memory that surfaced through the throbbing in his skull without issue - but the second gave him pause since his memory cut out around the second tequila shot and he didn't remember meeting anyone he might've been keen to sleep with, much less a man. A man who was still in bed with him if the warmth against his side was any indication.
Please don't be Dean, Sam halfway prayed as he very carefully turned his head and tried to pry one eye open. He didn't think it would be since outside of one or two minor acts for a hunt here and there nothing like that had ever actually cropped up between them that Sam knew of, but then apparently there were teenaged girls on the internet writing stories based off their lives where they did so it wasn't like the possibility was completely null. Fortunately, when he got his eye open enough to peer over at his companion he was afforded an unobstructed view of a very well-sculpted, hairless, freckleless chest with absolutely no anti-possession tattoo. Not Dean, then. That didn't rule out it being someone he knew or even someone dangerous, but when he forced himself to focus through the pounding in his head he couldn't sense the sulfur skitter against his awareness that would have pinged a demon. He did get the strangest impression of petrichor and candyfloss and woodsmoke which felt vaguely familiar but not human familiar.
Angel, probably, Sam thought as he finally placed the petrichor association, and let his eye slip closed again. While his encounters with angels had been nearly as fraught up to that point as his encounters with demons, this angel had clearly only been interested in stabbing him with his less lethal sword if the ache in his ass was anything to go by. He might still smite Sam when he woke up, which raised other questions since angels didn't sleep, but for now Sam just couldn't be bothered to worry about it.
His bed partner, on the other hand, was predictably not as unconcerned by their predicament. Even with his head pounding and his face buried in a pillow, Sam knew the moment the angel woke, the bed rocking slightly as a startled and pained voice whisper-shouted, "What the literal Hell?!"
"Keep it down," Sam groaned into the pillow, then immediately wished he hadn't as his own voice set his head to pounding even worse. "Or smite me. Be kinder than the hangover."
There was a moment of silence and stillness as his companion registered his presence and his words. At length, the angel said slowly and, thankfully, more softly, "So you know I'm an angel."
"Mmhm," Sam hummed as quietly as he could. "Dunno which one... Don't remember meeting you las' night, but you're not trying to kill me...."
"Meet a lot of angels who try to kill you, do you?" the angel snarked. "Can't imagine why-- wait." Sam felt the bed shift and then there was a warm hand touching his bare shoulder, only to jerk back as if the angel had been burned. "Sam Winchester?!"
"Shhhh!" Sam hissed, dragging the pillow from under his face to cover his head. "Either heal me, smite me, or keep the volume down!"
"I can't heal a hangover," the angel snapped back with a slightly hysterical edge to his voice. "Otherwise I'd heal my own, and I don't think I should be making a habit of smiting my husband!"
....What.
Cautiously, Sam curled his left hand and felt around the base of his fingers with his thumb. Sure enough, there was a metal band around the base of his ring finger with a grooved texture hinting at engraving of some kind. Huh. So. He was drunk-married in Vegas to an as yet unknown angel in a male vessel and his sore ass apparently meant they'd had a very enthusiastic wedding night that he couldn't remember.
"Then lie back down or something," he managed to mumble into the mattress. "Had enough hangovers to know getting worked up won't help with the headache."
"What will, oh wise and venerable one?" came the quietly sarcastic rejoinder.
"Quiet," Sam repeated. The memory of the time Castiel had drunk a liquor store prodded at him through the pain, so he added, "Or drink some water to rehydrate your vessel. It'll help with the dry mouth, too."
Another lengthy silence, followed by a snap that was nearly as loud as a gunshot in the quiet room, and then the muffled sound of someone drinking water. After several seconds, during which Sam worked on breathing slowly and deeply to try and meditate his way through the pain in his head, the angel said in a more subdued voice, "You want any?"
Sam considered that question for a moment, then decided that yeah, drinking some water now could only help with the hangover. He carefully pulled the pillow off his head and propped himself up on one elbow, keeping his eyes shut tight against the light as he held out a hand. Cool glass pressed to his palm and he curled his fingers around it, briefly brushing against his new spouse's hand before the angel released the glass to him and he took a long, slow, careful sip.
"You are way too calm and trusting for this situation," the angel observed, sounding rather nonplussed.
"If you're not gonna smite me, you're probably not gonna poison me either," Sam pointed out with what he felt was perfectly sound reasoning for this hour and level of sobriety. He took another long, slow drink of water, then passed the glass back to his companion. "I might not remember who you are right now, and I did notice you haven't just told me--" Which, now that he thought about it, probably meant that the angel was worried that he would be upset to learn just who he had ended up with last night, which should probably be cause for concern but he just couldn't muster the energy to care. "--but the list of angels I would even consider sleeping with is very, very short, even without getting drunk-married first. And getting worked up won't help the hangover, so I'm deferring any freaking out until the sun's not so loud."
Another long silence, during which Sam opted to ease himself back down face first into the pillow, and then a very soft snort of amusement. "Touché, kiddo. That offer to lie back down still good?"
"Sure," Sam mumbled, rolling a little onto his side and lifting up one arm. "C'mere."
This time the weighted silence was more incredulous than assessing or thoughtful, but it only took a couple of seconds for the bed to shift and a warm body slotted into place against his chest under his upraised arm. He let the arm settle around his spouse, hand splayed over the middle of his bare back, and sighed softly as he felt some of the pain and tension begin to unknot from his muscles. It took a few more moments before the angel in his arms also relaxed, his vessel going loose and pliant as he settled against Sam's side and chest with his head tucked into Sam's neck.
"S'nice," the angel mumbled, his breath ghosting over Sam's bare chest as he spoke. "Gonna suck when you hate me again...."
"Not gonna happen," Sam mumbled back, ducking his head to brush a kiss across the top of the angel's head. "Prob'ly won't even be angry. Would'a gotten that part outta the way before we got married."
This time the pause felt more tentative, and Sam felt a slender-fingered hand cautiously slide up his chest to rest over his heart. "Don't go promising not to be angry," the angel cautioned. "We seem to have gotten very married, like 'bonded in the eyes of my Father, not even death do us part' married, no divorce or annulment optional."
Sam's head hurt too much to really think about all the implications of that just yet, but one thing did stand out to him. "And does that kind of bonding take if either person doesn't wholly mean it?"
"No, of course not," the angel answered promptly, then stilled. "Oh."
"Still think I'm gonna hate you?" Sam murmured, stroking the center of the angel's back with his thumb and feeling his spouse shiver minutely against him.
"Maybe," the angel muttered petulantly, putting the lie to his own words by curling closer against Sam's side. "Your brother certainly will."
"I'll protect you," Sam promised, kissing the angel's hair again. "'Sides, Dean has long since lost the right to try and dictate my relationships, no matter what he thinks."
Not that he expected Dean to be all that surprised by this newest and most permanent relationship. The already very short list of angels had just gotten a hell of a lot shorter, and he knew this wasn't Castiel since his long-time friend would have had no compunctions about identifying himself if he had ended up in an unfamiliar vessel that wasn't Jimmy Novak. He breathed in deeply, catching again that mingled scent of candyfloss and woodsmoke entwined with petrichor, and smiled.
"I'm glad you're alive," he murmured almost inaudibly into the soft hair against his lips. "Since I don't know if I said so last night. Prob'ly did, but it's worth saying again when I know you'll remember me saying it." He tapped one finger against the middle of his Archangel husband's back and added, "But if you ever fake your death again, you better damn well take me with you this time."
"Yes, dear," Gabriel snarked back, then sighed. "Now shut up and let that quiet you mentioned heal our hangovers, will ya?"
Sam's only response was to pull Gabriel closer and let himself relax back down away from the throbbing in his skull towards sleep. Gabriel was alive, in his arms, and married to him, which meant that his long-buried feelings for the renegade Archangel were not so unrequited as he had always believed nor as futile to hold onto as he had feared. Whatever else that meant, in general and for them specifically, could wait until later.
And maybe when he woke up they could try reenacting their wedding night.
=End=
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We now present... the team competition!
Well, now that all users have received their cards - and maybe someone has even started working on it! - I want to present another little idea to add some more fun on the bingo cards!
And this is...
The Team Competition!
Users have been randomly assigned to a "team". The two teams are:
Island Closest To Heaven
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Title: Tastes Just Like Danger
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45646543
Square Filled: I Fell In Love With The Devil by Avril Lavigne
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Warnings: None
Tags: Murder Husbands, Rough Sex, Slight Dom/Sub, Smut
Summary:
It was midnight, and Cas was still awake. This was not an unusual occurrence. Dean was still out, and Cas always waited up for him, wanting to ensure that he got home safe and sound. Cleaning supplies were laid out neatly on the table and, instead of Cas’ usual black suit, blue tie and white coat which he wore at work, (he was a forensic scientist) he wore a long-sleeved black shirt and black linen pants.
He stood when he heard the distinctive sound of Dean’s impala driving into their garage. The engine shut off just as Cas got to the door and pulled it open. Dean was already out of the car and circling around the vehicle. His eyes narrowed predatorily when he spotted Cas.
Word Count: 1903
Written/Created for @heavenandhellbingo
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Hi, I saw your posts and I liked them, so I thought I'll make a request, Adam x fem Reader smut, Adam fucks Lucifer's wife so he can get revenge on Lucifer and Lucifer ends up finding out
OOOOOOO spicy spicy. lemme see what i can do >:)
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revenge is sweet
adam/lucifer’s demon wife f!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw BE WARNED OOOHOHOOO
nsfw part two with lucifer !!
As you lie in bed you couldn’t help but realize how distant your husband has truly been these last few months.
Never really answering your calls, waking up in the morning with him not laying beside you, hardly ever going on dates or just spending quality time together, and more importantly you’ve haven’t had sex in a hot minute.
It was all just adding up over the course of time and you didn’t want to seem like you weren’t being understanding to his needs since he was the overlord of hell after all and there were many times he was needed to help Charlie with the hotel, but you needed your fair share of attention too.
In which you weren’t getting at all this very moment.
Thrashing around in your bed you start to get fed up with these pointless thoughts making you finally sit up rather annoyed. Not helping the fact that your eyes immediately gravitate to your phone snatching it off the dresser to see if he’s even bothered messaging you, not one peep.
Grumbling you jump out of bed as you stomped your way into your closet to put something sexy on to wear out. Dressing yourself in a short black dress that fit nicely around the waist, fishnets underneath and some boots to match. This was usually something you’d wear before you met Luci, but now was not the time to dwell on old things as you looked at yourself in the mirror watching your pointed tail thrash behind you feeling very pleased with yourself and outfit.
Not shortly after you were out the door and walking down the streets of Hell looking for anything to fuck up or a place to drown your sorrows at the bottom of a bottle with this new found energy in you. Then bingo you finally approach it….a flashy new night club that must’ve just opened about a week ago. Seeming to be a little too close to the outskirts of heaven for your comfort, but you tried to not pay it much mind as the neon lights were calling your name.
Once you walk in the whole place is alive and packed. Music is blaring and dancers are dancing, everyone’s having the time of their lives, but you couldn’t shake this weird feeling as you noticed what looked like angels dressed in revealing clothing taking demons back to the establishments private rooms. This had to be some sick joke you just happened to walk in on that you wanted absolutely no part of.Quickly putting your hood on to conceal some of your identity in hopes to go unnoticed by anyone around since you were the overlords second wife after all and would hate to have something like this get back to him.
Strolling up to the bar you order the strongest drink they got, downing it within seconds before you were given another one and downing that one too, impressing some of the patrons sat beside you who looked they had measly drinks compare to yours. 
You softly chuckle to yourself before looking off at one of the dancers getting money thrown at them lost in thought, that you quickly got snapped out of when the doors of the club were snatched open and as if a large flashlight was shinned inside the dimly lit club revealing all of its nasty secrets, none other than the purest of pure himself, Adam, had strolled in.
“Oh shit…” you grimace knowing damn well if he saw you he’d make your life a living hell as if you weren’t already living in it. As you try to scoot away to a more inconspicuous spot in the club away from the utter chaos commencing and raunchy comments you feel a shameful tug at the end of your tail making your body freeze instantaneously.
“Well well well…why look at what we have here~” his voice having a more sinful touch to it as he started reeling you in closer to him by your tail till your back was pressed against his chest.
“Adam…this isn’t the time or the place…” you hiss trying to pull your tail away that he had rather a firm grip on.
“Ohhh come on my nasty little vixen…you know we have history that runs DEEP…if you know what i mean~” the annoying slickness in his voice was surprisingly making your thighs quiver as he playfully thrusted against your behind after implying the ‘deep’ past you two shared. Your mind was scrabbling with both the booze and his words mixing in making it hard for you to even think straight though the feeling deep in your core was enough to make your emotions quite clear.
“T-that was a long time ago…i-i’m changed now~” Not controlling the stammer in your voice as he tugs down your hood revealing your demon like features as you hurriedly try to pull the hood back up letting Adam get a glimpse of your wedding ring.
He scoffs as a more pissed off look contorted on his face grabbing your hand now roughly taking a look at the big diamond decorating your ring finger. “Don’t tell me you married that fucking loser..”
You flinched as he mentioned him, knowing better than anyone about their long and ongoing rivalry as you just so happened to be one of the main factors of it.
Being one of Adam’s number one girls and then getting the boot not shortly after and to have Lucifer pick up all the pieces was bringing too many feelings back that you just tried to get rid of and now they were knocking down your door once more.
“So, what if i did…it’s not like you ever had the balls” you taunt snatching your hand back.
“Oh honey i have the balls…and the dick…it’s just your choice if you want ether one of them~”
It took everything in your power right then in there not to slap him with that now smug look playing back on his face. “You’re still so insufferable”
“Just the way you like it sweet cheeks~”
“Please don’t call me that” You huff facing away from him and towards the bar once more as you then feel the pressure of his hard-on against your ass.
“C’mon i’m just having a little fun….and i think someone else wants to too~” He mutters huskily amongst your ear so only the two of you could hear as he embarrassingly started rocking his hips against your ass.
You turn hastily as you begin pushing him towards one of the private rooms, getting suspicious looks from club goers as you then slam the door locking it.
“What the fuck was that Adam?!” You shout with your horns growing and tail thrashing rather quickly.
He shrugs trying to act harmless now as if he wasn’t just dry humping you infront all those people.
“It got us alone didn’t it?” a smirk forming on his lips as he walks over to you looking down with a hint of mischief in his eye that always made you melt on the spot like it was doing right now.
Your morals wanting to play a big role so badly in this situation but something inside you didn’t want to stop as he let his fingers tease off your jacket making it fall to the ground with a thud.
Breath hitching as he pulls you closer, lips just a few tantalizing inches apart as he looks down at them and then back at you before whispering, “I’m gonna fuck you like he never could.”
Then his lips were hungrily on you in a messy tongue kiss, mouths clashing together as his hands found their way to your ass giving it a nice squeeze before turning the two of you around and making your way to the bed.
The backs of your knees catching the end of it causing you to fall back with him falling on top of you never breaking the kiss as you start to undo his robe letting your delicate fingers playfully rub against his skin making him shiver before the robe was completely discarded with much haste.
Along with your dress not far after but he kept your fishnets on seeing your panties through them seemed to be doing something for him as he broke the kiss cursing under his breath as he turned you around with your ass poking up.
“Such a fucking slut aren’t you?”
He sends a nice slap against your ass causing a mewl to escape your lips in response as a red hand print started to form along your precious skin.
Not being able to pull his gaze away from the sight as he sent another slap against your ass watching you grip the sheets infront of you as your tail flicked up and against his chest with another mewl coming from you. He chuckled lowly to himself noticing the wet patch starting to form along your panties all by chest spanking your ass like he was.
“You’re such a nasty girl aren’t you, getting spanked by someone who isn’t your husband~” he asks again stroking his own ego though it just turned you on more, he suddenly ripped open your fishnets along with your panties with such sudden strength making you gasp as the coolness of the air hit your exposed wetness.
He gently stroked two digits along your sweet folds smearing the slick along them as it causes you bits of pleasure making your tail wrap around his wrist to keep him going.
Though his fingers went away once you did making you pout as he then suddenly wrapped a hand around your tail raising your ass somewhat in the air as he slapped it with the other once again.
“That’s a bad girl…using your tail to make me go faster~” he tuts watching as you wither underneath him as you were helpless with your tail in his grasp like this.
“m- sorry~” you say softly almost pleadingly with your need so obviously infront of him.
“Atta girl baby…saying sorry to the one who really owns you~” he senses your urgency and he can practically see the drip of your pussy infront of him making his dick twitch in the confines of his boxers.
A low growl comes from him behind you as he continues to keep a strong hold on your tail as the point flicks in his fist and quickly pulls out his dick without wasting time to position himself at your entrance as pushes himself inside you not giving you a moment to adjust as he bottoms out.
Whining uncomfortably at his size as he starts to set a slow and deliberate pace, savoring the sensation of your tight body enveloping him.
“Shhhh you can take it~” he encourages as he leans down capturing one of your horns in his other hand pulling you back to kiss along your neck as he arched your back for you with his hold. The angle was hitting a certain spot inside of you it was making it more pleasurable to the point you were seeing stars as he then increased his pace. His thrusts becoming more possessive and greedy in his attempts to claim you from that bastard.
Your moans were confirming this making his thrusts quicken in pace just to hear every one of those noises come out of you. Making you get closer to your release already, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer ether as he pushed as many out as he could before you were clamping down on him.
A loud cry rippling out of your throat as your body spasmed against him as the ecstasy fueled your veins. “That’s it….cum for me…know who owns this pussy~”
Feeling the intoxicating tightness of your walls milking his cock and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his own body, Adam couldn’t take it any longer to hold back and with his own loud groan, he releases himself inside you, filling you up nicely with his warmth.
He didn't care if he came inside of you, he wanted him to know exactly who marked his territory here and who rightfully owned you no matter the marital status. 
Adam falls beside you laying on his back with his hands behind his head, quite happy with himself as you crawl up to cuddle against him.
As you lay there for a moment against Adam’s chest catching your breath you hear a foreign noise of buzzing coming from next to you repeatedly.
Looking down at your phone to your surprise to see almost 50+ miss calls and texts from Lucifer.
You curse under your breath as you pick all your things up and hurriedly put your clothes back on. Managing to struggle putting your dress back on almost tripping and falling all the while Adam watches you from the bed with the covers only covering his bottom half as he was laid out like he wanted to be painted like a french girl with a shit-eating grin plastered along his face.
“Awww does the big man want you back already?”
Scuffing as you didn’t really want to hear any more of his smartass mouth you left heading back to you and Lucifer’s home.
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Later that night you feel the warmth spread in your cheeks as you did your best to avoid eye contact with your husband as he was pacing in your shared bedroom wondering where the hell you’ve been and babbling on and on about how he’s been worried sick, until you blurted out about your whereabouts.
Immediately regretting it as the words slipped from your mouth.
“HE DID WHAT?!”
Rubbing the back of your arm sheepishly as you stood there watching Lucifer’s eyes turn red as his demon form became more prominent, teeth snarling as he came closer to you. “Well….hehe…we’ll just have to fix that, won’t we my love?” danger laced in his voice as he closed the space between you two.
“oh i’m fucked.”
#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings#☆⋆｡𖦹 adam#☆⋆｡𖦹anon’s#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanfic#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin imagine#smut#hazbin hotel adam smut#hazbin adam#hazbin hotel adam#adam smut#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer hazbin
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I'm fairly sure from tumblr osmosis people getting into Dracula daily know that Dracula has homoerotic subtext of different shades, but wonder if people are also aware of how lovestruck and wild the main het couple is for eachother because oh boy I, gayman supreme, was caught unawares
It's so refreshing in classic literature, to say nothing of creative media in general, to really be cracked upside the head with how endearing and intense Jonathan and Mina's romance is. Mainly because Het Couple Default is so often just taken as that. The default. If there's a main guy, there'll be a girl, and the story says 'Oh yeah they're together and in love or whatever, damsel things will probably happen,' and you just take that as another square on the bingo card.
But then we get to see Mr. and Mrs. Holiest Love in action.
Mr. and Mrs. 'I Will Love and Support and Protect My Beloved against All Rules, Decorum, and Expectations.'
Mr. and Mrs. 'If She Cannot Have Heaven, I Will Throw in with Hell.'
Mr. and Mrs. 'Would Rather Die Than Hurt You, Would Rather Kill Than See You Endangered.'
They are just. So much.
And it's so unexpected and wonderful and so so blindsiding to first-time readers who only have a background of lackluster media couples and incredibly warped takes from Dracula media osmosis to go off of. Which is all to say, I know new people are going to be concussed with this revelation and I cannot WAIT to see it.
#holiest love#is taken seriously in this house (book)#jonathan harker#mina harker#dracula#dracula daily#re: dracula
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Welcome to Raptor’s Femslash February Bingo 2024!
Three different bingo cards—light prompts, darker prompts, a combined one with all prompts—to celebrate Femslash February with fanworks. All fandoms welcome! Enjoy!❤️
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Light prompts:
Miscommunication
Bells
Reincarnation
Snowed in
Heaven
Princess / Queen
“I’m not going anywhere"
Anniversary
“Just trust me”
Sickfic
Secret identity
Break up
Post-Canon
Good intentions
Dream
“Hit me with your best shot”
Dark prompts:
Blood
Power imbalance
Enemies to lovers
“I don’t need you anymore”
Knives
Damaged
“I’d burn down the world for you”
Came back wrong
Betrayal
“I didn’t know who else to go to”
Hell
Thief
Nightmare
Unrequited
Obsession
Dying words
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Raging Storm
Pairing: Dean Winchester x 18!Fem!Reader
Word Count: ~1.8k
Warnings: angst, being bullied, harsh insults, being called freak and worthless, someone wanting you to kill yourself, heartbreak
Request by anon: Hey can i request a one shot where the Winchester brothers and Castiel find out that before Michael and Lucifer go to hell they pregnant a woman that died giving birth to the reader (yn) that is the most powerful being in the existence and she is the first hybrid of all species, she is also the embodiment karma and the void, the princess of heaven and hell, the antichrist, Dean Winchester soulmate, the niece of angels and demons, descendant of the pagan gods and four horsemen of apocalypse, and more things and they need to find her because she is so powerful and she can destroy everything but in the end she is super innocent and shy girl???. with fluffy ending.
Summary: You've always been different than everyone else around you but you have no idea why. Things happen around you that you can't control or have no understanding of, but then Dean Winchester comes into your life promising to help make sense of it all.
Square Filled: window for @spnonewordbingo (deleted bingo)
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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This is the third week this month that the sky has been cloudy and gray. It’s fitting since it matches your mood. All you want to do is get through today and go home where you feel the safest. You hate it here. You’re about to graduate but it needs to come faster. You want to get out of this hellhole and away from these hellish people.
You look up and see your school in the distance with people shuffling into the building. God, I hate everyone here. You’re not even sure how it started but you walked into school one day and everyone hated you. The internet talks about bullying and how much it can ruin a person’s life, but you never knew it could get this bad.
You’re not sure why you’re getting bullied. Sure, you’re very timid and shy but you’re one of the nicest people there is. You’re sweet and friendly to everyone, but that doesn’t seem to matter to some people.
You keep your head down even when you get to school, ignoring the stares you get from some people. The first class of the day is science, which you love, but there are three people in that class that make those fifty minutes feel like hell. You take your seat in the very back by the windows when one of the most popular girls in school comes in. She is followed by her two friends who are basically puppies looking for attention.
“Look girls, the neighborhood freak is here.”
Your heart hurts at her words. You’ve always been bullied by her ever since you could remember. You two attended the same elementary school, the same middle school and junior high, and now the same high school. She’s been tormenting you ever since she knew she gained power by her words.
Maybe she senses you’re a bit different than everyone else. You certainly feel that way. Why do you feel different than everyone here? What makes you not the same as everyone else? That’s the reason why you get bullied because you don’t fit in. You don’t dress weird, have a pimply face, or are into weird things. Stacy took one look at you one day and decided you were going to be her target for as long as you let her be in power.
You haven’t found it in yourself to take that from her.
“What, have nothing to say?” she smirks and looks at her friends. “I hear her Daddy hits her while at home. Her whole family is a bunch of freaks.”
That’s not true. Your father loves you dearly. She’s just looking to stir up some drama, and the only way it’ll get worse is if you antagonize her.
“I heard takes poor defenseless animals and cuts them up,” one of Stacy’s friends says.
“You hear that, Freak? Better not get caught or else I might sic Darren and his friends on you. You wouldn’t want to end up like those animals, now would you?”
You put your head down and drown out her words with the beat of your own heart. The cloudy sky hasn’t gone away, in fact, it has gotten much darker since you’ve arrived at school. Stacy and her friends sit down next to you and gossip loud enough for you to hear every word they say.
Freak. Useless. Ugly. Burden. Waste of space. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. It got so much that you let your emotions get the better of you. Tears would stream down your face if you weren't in front of a bunch of people. Your heart jumps out of your chest just as all the windows in the classroom shatter around you, causing everyone to scream and back away from it. You stay seated, unsure if you did this or if something outside had caused this.
The storm clouds roll in quicker than anyone expects, and a light rain starts falling from the sky. Some of that rain comes inside but you barely feel the water on your skin. You look around at every person who seems scared of you. Maybe she’s right. Maybe you are a useless waste of space freak.
School is shut down for the day while authorities figure out what the hell happened. The rain comes down a tad harder than before but if you can get home, you can curl up in bed and pretend the world doesn’t exist.
As you’re walking, someone bumps hard enough into you that you almost go crashing to the ground.
“What did I tell you girls? She’s a super freak. Did you see what she did to those windows? How did you do that?” Stacy asks.
“Please, I just want to go home.”
“Are you a witch? A freak and a witch. God, why don’t you just go kill yourself? The world will be better off without you in it.”
“Please, just let me go home,” you beg.
“I like it when you beg,” she smirks. “Come on, bitch, beg to me like a dog.”
You’re not sure how this happened but you thought of her getting hit by lightning and then she suddenly was. She falls back in a fit of screams while everyone else but you jump out of the way to avoid getting hit. One of her friends ends up calling 911 but you’re already running away from the scene.
The rain pours down harder and lightning strikes near you to reflect how heartbroken you are. It seems like the weather follows exactly how you feel, and right now, you just want the world to swallow you whole. You don’t bother going home in fear you’ll hurt your parents. Instead, you run to the one place you feel safe outside of your own home.
“Alright, I have storms hitting New York and New Jersey, but I don’t think it’s what we’re looking for,” Sam says as he browses his laptop.
“I got a small tornado in Louisana.”
“Anything else?” Sam asks Cas.
“No.”
“Check this out,” Dean says before the group gives up hope. He turns the laptop so that the other two men can see the page he’s on. “There is a small town in Nebraska that is having rolling blackout storms like the city has never seen before, and the windows of the local high school had been shattered without anyone or anything touching it.”
“Do you think that’s her?” Sam asks.
“Gotta be. She’d be in high school by now.”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
The trio gathers everything they can before setting out to Nebraska. They’ve been tracking you ever since you were born because you’re one of the most, if not the most, powerful beings in the universe. You’re the offspring of Lucifer AND Michael when they decided to both have sex with a human woman at the same time. They manipulated their power to create one big super sperm (as Dean likes to put it) in order to create you.
You’re the Princess of Heaven and Hell, the antichrist, and the embodiment of Karma and the Void. If Dean had to guess, you don’t know just how powerful you are, and you don’t. They have to find you before you do something bad like level an entire town because you got upset over something. Your mother died by giving birth to you and your fathers went to Hell after being imprisoned in the Cage yet again.
Your foster family took you in, adopted you, and loved you with everything they got. There’s a reason why you felt so different than everyone else. You’re not human. You’re not like anyone else. You just don’t know why because you were never told what you are or taught how to be what you are.
Sam, Dean, and Castiel try to traverse the storm when they get into town. It’s gotten a lot worse and has residents fleeing from the city to seek shelter elsewhere. No one knows where this storm came from but they are preparing for the worst. The heart of the storm is where you’re at and gets lighter the further out it goes.
They track you to an abandoned farm you often go to when you want to be alone. You found this place while taking a shortcut home and made it comfortable enough for you to spend hours there. Now, you can’t find a big of comfort anywhere here.
The trio gets out of Baby and sees you outside the barn huddled on the ground. The rain is coming down in buckets but that won’t stop the Winchesters and Castiel from talking to you.
“Maybe I should go. You know, angel to half-angel,” Castiel offers.
“No, let me,” Dean says before he can stop himself. “You two stay here.”
“What? Are you crazy?!” Sam gasps.
“Sammy, I got this.” He leaves their side and approaches you slowly and carefully. You look up and see the three strange men which causes you to scoot away from them in fear. “Y/N, you’re okay!”
“Go away! I don’t know you!”
Lightning strikes the ground where Dean is, and he jumps back before he is struck. Sam wants to join his brother’s side but he knows Dean can handle this one alone. Plus, he’ll jump in if it looks like Dean is in trouble.
“Y/N, my name is Dean Winchester. I want to explain what is happening to you.”
“I don’t even know who I am!” you sob. “Go away before I hurt you!” Dean walks closer to you but you feel a sense of warmth coming from him. You can feel that he is a safe person to talk to which is why you allow him to come closer to you. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel so lost. I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in!”
“Believe me, I get it. I understand how you feel.” He kneels next to you so you can see him without the rush of rain between you two. “I know what it’s like to feel alone in a room full of people. I didn't think I belonged for a long time. Sometimes, I still feel that way.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you.” You fall into Dean’s arms and just cry, and he smooths down your drenched hair as a means to comfort you. “There is nothing wrong with you.”
“All I want is to be normal. I didn’t ask to be this way.”
“I know. You’re not alone, Y/N. My brother and I can help you. Castiel over there can help you. We can help you control this.” You sob into his neck uncontrollably. “You’re going to be okay.”
For some reason, you believe him, and the storm calms down just a bit both in your head and outside.
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The concept of a repentant sinner in Hell requiring a second death before entering Heaven wasn't in my bingo.
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Trapped
OK so most of you have probably reached my story on Quotev but since i haven’t really worked on the story here is the already published chapter from there.
WORD COUNT: 1.7K
Immediately you wake up from what feels like an extremely bizarre dream. Except the weight on your waist tells you otherwise. you’d think sleeping upright would leave your bones feeling groggy and gross. It really only felt like a heated blanket. The current position would most definitely be mistaken as one of intimacy with the way you’re practically laying on the Goetia. Did no one ever teach you what boundaries are. This is crazy for only just meeting but what can you do about it now.
In hell you can’t really tell the passage of time looking into the sky. The galaxy themed castle most definitely did not help.
This moment might’ve been the most comfortable that you’ve ever been in. Though pursing your lips, getting more chapped the longer your eyes adjust to being awake. it’s probably time to head back home. The only thing that could tell you how much time has passed was the lack of music booming in the background.
“Did you have a nice sleep, your highness?” Hearing the voice from merely hours previously still left you with such wonder.
“Sorry, this was probably extremely uncomfortable for you. I really didn’t mean to fall asleep on you” you snorted
“Don’t be!” he squeaked out “The party was a little overwhelming” Why was this man filled with such genuine niceness. It was definitely prevalent; he's never really had any outside interactions before. With the way he’s constantly avoiding eye contact but simultaneously staring into your eyes. “In fact I’m happy that you were comfortable sleeping with me!” well if that wasn’t the most innocent thing ever.
In fact it immediately broke you.
“HA bloody heavens are you bad at this.” you almost felt bad giggling at him.
His flushed face was so satisfying as you got up from the cloud seats.
“Well… I think it’s time to take my leave.” you stopped before even thinking anymore. “Actually, could you take me to the gates. I’m afraid i’ll be lost the minute I leave the room”
“Oh dear me, apologies for that. Right this way!” The flush now being taken over by embarrassment was such a sight to behold.
No one in hell royalty can you think of has ever been this timid. You could only assume with Paimon as his father you couldn’t blame him for stepping on eggshells. Him being a few steps ahead was very much awkward in all possible ways.
Flashing back to a few years ago when meeting paimon was not something you’re happy to have lived.
3 years ago
“Dad there really isn’t any point in us being here.” A small Charlie complained.
Heading towards a restaurant in the Pride ring in honor of Charlie’s birthday was a given. But having some princes and other minor royalty come into the picture was not on this year's bingo card.
“Yeah! you don’t even like any of these people” you shrugged looking through the window of the limousine.
Lucifer sat facing his kids with the most wicked smile. Him bringing them here was technically in honor of Charlie. But this was more of a lesson to her that her dream of redemption shouldn’t even be an option.
“You’ll have plenty of fun”
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“Well well well, what fine demons you’ve brought to us tonight!” This large avian creature came out of nowhere and stood in front of you to give a small bow.
Now you weren’t any pompous freak like the rest of the nobles here at this party. But from the mocking tone of his voice and the way he held eye contact with you the entire time made your skin crawl.
“So I’ve heard you sympathize with the poor now? dreadful thing isn’t it” Paimon swooped in and connected his and Charlie’s arm to their seats at the party.
As the designated ‘grumpy pants’ you can take the cake about hating this bird.
“Actually I was more into the idea of protecting the sinners that came from earth” Charlie awkwardly whistles out.
Though Charlie’s face of discomfort only got worse by his next sentence.
“You’re a woman, don’t think too much it’s not worth the time”
—-
With that man being the embodiment of all things bad. You’re extremely surprised at how courteous stolas came to be.
Approaching the door made you kinda not want to end this night out. Which in hindsight is really stupid. Like you barely even talked to this man but something about him had made you feel so comfortable. Looking at him it really hurts to see him like this at the celebration of his daughter.
“Thank you for coming to this party, I hope the next time you come to one of our parties that you have an even more splendid time compared to this one.” He looked embarrassed but not like when you first started talking. It felt more full of shame instead of the playful blush that you shared throughout the past few hours. Wow this really does suck. He's trying so hard to be put together even after that whole thing.
“It was my pleasure!” you excitedly exclaimed. Now taking a proper look at him. He looked so tired. A little broken the more you looked at him. “I don't think anyone actually enjoys large parties other than extremely shallow people. Well Bee-lzebub throws awesome parties, sometimes it's a little crazy but you have so much fun at them all the time. It's almost a health issue-”
Stolas chuckled looking at you.
“I'm sorry I'm rambling.” what the fuck was wrong with you. Weren't you classified as the grumpy sane one?
“Don't worry about it. Im very happy to have spent my night with you” however a person can be so fancy all the time is genuinely impressive. Maybe teasing him one last time wouldn't hurt too much.
“Well i had such a fun time sleeping with you, we should do it again sometime” the minute you said that you turned away and booked it to the limo. You kinda wished that you had stayed to take a look at his reaction but other than loving logic the most, leaving with a dramatic flare kept the un alive blood pumping.
—
The ride home was filled with many random thoughts.
It was really now time to unwind after that whole thing. Even if it's the supposed middle of the night. Which never really did make sense to you. Hell always had a gloomy night time effect to support the night life. As a hellbourne citizen it really never set in to what was happening half the time. It's been a long night. I know having baths too often is not good for the environment but we’re not on earth right now. They can solve their climate crisis by themselves.
“You sure took a while…” the last person you thought would greet you. Lilith Magne stood at the staircase by the front door. Her and your father never treated you like you meant anything. You were the youngest. Really the only reason you existed was if Charlie fucked up. Since recently she's been more vocal about it all, your parents have been kissing your ass in hopes you'll do something about it.
You may not follow the same morals of most of your family. Like with Charlie you probably thought she made the most sense. Because if she's allowed to mess up and get a second chance from your parents then why don't the sinners from earth get a second chance? However, what are people without impurities? If that involves killing once and a while should that really be a problem? As much as he liked to disagree, Lucifer performed an act of free will when he thought humans didn't deserve to have that.
“Uh huh that's obvious with the way that im coming into the house” You really did care about her but her pretending to care now can only get on your nerves.
“Feisty are we today? I just came to greet you because cant I worry about my own child?” the little sass from definitely wasn’t a pretty look. My dramatic flare probably came from her. She said while hugging herself in delight.
“Ok you do that, i'm going to go take a bath now. You have fun with your delusional ass.” passing by her going up the stairs.
“You know you don't have to go to those parties” words full of matter a fact emotions. “Charlotte never ever gets asked to go, you're more popular than you let yourself believe.”
“That's bullshit and you know that it is” Of course she'll be saying stupid things like this. When does she ever make sense? “You guys trap me here. Half the time I go out for Charlie is the only time that I get to go outside.”
“No one keeps you here. At least I know I don't want you here” ok harsh. Your Mom and Dad only cared about themselves. Whatever, you just kept walking up to your room.
—
Splashing into the hot water never felt better.
After the snoozefest of the party and then of course your mother being an actual asshole. At least the small meeting with Stolas was carrying the night.
Pop pop pop
It was so warm, maybe if you close your eyes just a bit it wouldn't hurt too much.
—
“You're exactly where you're supposed to be right now.” a voice whispered out.
“and what do you mean by that?” where even are you at the current moment
“Not a lot of folks typically come here but you, you are something special.” in a void this feels really weird.
“Whatever this is, this better not be one of those things where a weird dream demon tells me i'm built differently or something like that.” ok maybe you're a bit of a pessimist but that doesn't change the fact that you were right in that statement.
“You resemble the most beautiful angel that existed” ahh my dad “You're about to change many people's lives.”
“Just remember not to keep yourself trapped”
—
Gasping out of the water from that dream. The inability to drown is something you possess but the feeling of it is so gross.
Before leaving to your room you cant help but think about one thing
What is it with this story ending scenes with ominous ending lines?
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Till' death do us apart: Chapter 1.
Pairing: Angel Y/n x Alastor
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel.
Warnings: Slight sexual interaction, hell being hell.
Masterlist –– Prologue –– Next chapter
Taglist: Open...
Flying gave me the impression that my body weighed less than I thought, didn't do it frequently, only when it was my turn to go down to the human world, so yes, I almost never worked my legs outside of the occasional training, millions of years of not making a good use of my muscles.
Slight atrophy.
Walking through the streets of hell, with the heavy atmosphere, the heat, the humidity, not to mention that the bruises from the fall, although not visible under the celestial uniform, were killing me.
It didn’t exactly helped that there were lights everywhere, neon signs, reflectors, my vision wasn’t adjusting to my dark surroundings.
As soon as one little demon kid saw me and he ran away, I ditched the long robe with the golden cross, remaining only in a white dress shirt, black pants and shiny shoes. Clothes for work, not a hike.
“Hey cutie, wanna have a good time?”
“You have an ass to polish balls, baby”
“That’s meat alright, and not what my wife puts in the stew!”
And other types of wolf calling. Well it was no wonder, I ended up in a street where sex was the predominant business, given the triple X signs, and the semi naked demons trying to lure me inside.
Next time I get a word with the big guy, I'll mention something about gender distinctions, he would’ve at least assign me one instead of making me look androgenous. Apparently, what is a problem in heaven, it doesn’t matter in hell, very ironic indeed.
A whistle caught my attention, that and also the tug someone gave to my sleeve, “Poorly defined waistline, thick thighs, slim frame, and look at that clear porcelain skin, what a beautiful creature you are” I turned my head, the lady demon, with a similitude to a lynx, purred in my ear as she caressed my face, and the other hand went straight to my thigh.
“So soft” I felt her breasts against my wounds, it sent a shiver throughout my body. “Ma’am, release me, please” I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, “Why, am I not sexy enough for ya’, prude?” she offended because I rejected her? That made me laugh, “Don’t take me wrong miss” her grasp in me softened, giving me room to turn to see her.
“You flatter me, but I don’t feel up to it, you’ll be wasting your time” She took my hands again, just when I was going to walk away, “Is there anything I can do to convince you?” her tail wrapped against the outline of my hip, “Even if you did, I don’t have a single penny on me” I tried to elude her, I had no money whatsoever, but even if I did, wouldn’t use it on sex.
“I can give you a free trial” she rolled her eyes, She pressed her breasts to my torso, her mischievous smile and the earring with the sigil of Asmodeus, gave me a slight hypothesis, “I swear, it’s not a you problem” I pointed at her breasts making her to give me the answer I needed.
“If you like men, I’m a shapeshifter” bingo, I’m right again, “Succubus, not only a human would’ve heard my lack of money and immediately desist afterwards, but also you work for Asmodeus” she laughed at my discovery, earning a light hiss out of me, “Very smart, congrats, now that you know what I am, will you give in to temptation?” tempting, ironic enough.
“Quid pro quo” she widened her eyes, “What do you want?” I went in, one thing I needed to start off this sort of adventure, “Information, where I can get quick cash without having to undress in front of millions?” she laughed, her eyes turning yellow out of a sudden, her body shifted into a smaller creature with red skin, dark wings and horns that matched her skin, “Fuck me and I’ll tell you” black lipstick really suited her face.
“I can ensure your pleasure instead” at my proposition she purred and took my hand, “Okay, suck me off and I’ll tell you all about it” her kiss on my cheek felt hot and silly, “After you” her voice was so sweet.
I followed her, the second we walked through the doors of the club, an intoxicating fruity smell surrounded me, it was definitely better than outside.
We crossed another door further on, this one led to a velvet red room, the lighting, the heart-shaped sheets on the bed, everything.
She flew past me, getting rid of her dress and panties, I quickly catch them in the air and folded both items neatly, “Hey, you don’t have to-” I guess she saw something, because as soon as she looked at my face, she pinched her nose and went from her annoyed tone to the sweet one from before, “Just come here” her hand outstretched to me, I waited a second before I took it, “Huh, you’re rather obedient” was that a bad thing? I acted out of reflex, has it always been that way?
I cleared my throat, leaving those wayward thoughts behind me, as I adjusted her legs to go over my shoulders, my body belly-flat against the soft sheets, my elbows being my only support "Apologies if I do it wrong, it's been a long time" the smell coming out from her inner thighs was sweet for a few seconds, it made me squirm, "Have you licked lollipops? It's the same thing, honey" the smell shifted, citrus, even lemony, it made me salivate.
“You like that better?” I looked up to her smug face, “My body adjusts to please, I guess you’ve got no sweet tooth” I bit softly the inside of her thigh, her smile disappearing into a shock, even more so after I latched a full lick, making sure to push gently against her clit.
Damn, I haven't done anything like this since I worked undercover in a brothel in Sodom. That's disgusting, my hands are sweaty. Her moans are very cute, are all succubus like that? What the hell am I doing? If they found out that I purposely disturbed the sanctity of my body...Wait, what will they do? Days have passed without anyone coming down for me, Thanatos will likely replace me in the worst case scenario, and I highly doubt that Michael told Gabriel about his decision.
How horrible, my back is killing me, will it be too much to ask us to change positions? but it looks like she enjoys it, I don't want to ruin it.
He didn't cut off Samael's wings when he pushed him overboard, why was it different with me? Can I open portals without needing my wings? It's a good question, shit, concentrate.
“Ouch! Hey, watch it with those fangs” Fangs? I slowly ran my tongue over my teeth. They were sharp, the corruption had begun.
“It’s okay, just..” she sat up, took my face gently in her hands and placed a kiss to my forehead, "There's a place, in the mafia district, look for Jambo, he fixes fights, he'll pay ya’ good money if you do what he tells you, whether it's winning or losing, whateva’ makes him more money" Pity, it was clear as water.
“But you didn’t…end?” I watched her go around, grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper, “Darling, I came as soon as you bit me, believe me, your end of the deal is well paid” she handed me said paper, and a ring, “Asmodeus uses one of this to hide his angelic glow, this will make you a less of a target around here” I slip the ring in my middle finger, immediately my body dimmed, I looked like just another sinner of the lot.
“Thank you” with a kiss to her cheek I left the club. Now I needed to put my best quality to my favor, all those years of training for a nonexistent war will give me everything I need to survive.
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Killing midnight
Title: Killing Midnight
note: congratulations to @supraveng for hitting 500 follows!!! keep up the good work! also this is not exact to the point of what happened in the show it is completely of my own doing... sorry if that messes anyone up... :)
Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader
Any Fandom Dark Bingo: "you're the worst mistake I've ever made."
H&H: power kink
SPN Kink: Soulless!Sam
tags: mentions of death, sacrifice, blood, gore, shots fired, death etc
rating: 18+ just to be safe
mentioning @spnkinkbingo @heavenandhellbingo @anyfandomdarkbingo @supraveng @sweetness47
you had goten engaged right before your fiance got basically possessed and taken over by lucifer (the devil), in order to start the apocalpse and take over the world.
so in order to stop the apocalypse your fiance broke through lucifer's hold a bit at the last second on the battle field and told you he loved you one more time before his half brother Adam (possessed by Michael) dragged your fiance's body and soul into the pit...
that was a year ago... and let me tell you what a year it has been. you had gone to the bar almost every single night... you left no hunt unturned, you had basically cut all communications with everyone. you had gone off the grid to try and process your grief...
on this particular night you had just finished desimating a pack of ravenous werewolves and gone back to your vehicle when you foudn it trashed and all but destroyed...
yn: can this evening get any worse?
thats when your watch vibrated against your wrist, you took your phone out to see who was calling you... this time as you knelt near your ruined vehicle you decided to pick up the call...
yn: hello...
dean: hey kiddo, how fast can you get to chicago?
you look around at the mess and you breathe in deeply.
yn: i need a ride, im pinging you my location... a pack of idiot wolves destroyed my car...
dean: i got ya sweetheart see you soon!
the line disconnected at the sound of the Impala roaring down the highway... guess dean wasnt kidding when he said that he would see you soon...
you stripped off your bloody shirt and pants and began to rumage through the torn and destroyed clothing to try and find something... you managed to find a pair of short shorts, but no top...
so you decided to see if any of your trunks or bags survived. one of your trunks survived which was good... so you stuck your purse in there and your phone as well.
you then shut the trunk, and sat on it after moving it far enough from the wreckage where you threw a glass bottle of gin at the wreckage and then threw your match book.
the car blazed in a glorious fire... this was a sad but happy sight... for it meant a new car for you and a reunion of important circumstances. it was about an hour ish later when the familiar sound of a purring engine stopping pulled you out of your own thoughts.
the sound of the door opening and the sound of a familiar voice calling you.
dean: hey yn!!!
you got up and ran into the arms of your brother-in-law...
yn: im so sorry dean.. i should have been there for you... i wasnt the only one who lost him... you did too... im sorry...
dean could only hug you tighter...
dean: you have nothing to apologize for yn, its all good... now lets get you and this trunk to the car... we need to be in chicago by morning to meet with bobby...
yn: did he say why?
dean: nope but thats bobby... he'd rather say it in person then on the phone...
You and Dean lug your trunk to the car, and get inside...
Dean: it's gonna be okay... plus whatever this is may take your mind off of whatever is bothering you.
Yn: its nothing just yesterday was the 7 month-a-versary of Sam's sacrifice. So I'm still processing that...
Dean had to check himself he didn't remember about that... he didn't think about how hard this was for you.
Dean: omg yn I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about this...
You placed your hand on deans forearm.
Yn: its okay... we are gonna be late if we don't leave for Chicago now...
Dean: well then hang on tight yn we will get to Chicago before nights end...
You sat back and placed your feet on the seat using your brother in law as a pillow the impala roared across the pavement, within 5 hours of straight driving you guys arrived at a motel in the Chicago border.
You and Dean checked in and walked into the room. You and Dean placed your trunk on the floor and locked the door using the trunk to barricade the door...
Dean: we can now sleep peacefully for a few hours once we salt the windows and the trunk as well...
Yn: I already used your phone to send Bobby a ping of our location and the room number we are in... is every protection up?
Dean: now they are... get some rest Bobby will knock when he arrives.
You and Dean get in separate beds... but facing eachother it was the only comfortable way you could fall asleep. This was the first actual good sleep you had since Sam passed.
Around 9am rolls around and there is a loud knock at the door this prompts dean to get up with his handheld... he slowly goes to the window and peaks through a small crack in the curtain...
he gestures for you to sit up as he lowers his handheld and opens the door revealing bobby standing in the doorway...
bobby: boy seriously what the hell is wrong with you.. now bring that suitcase to the center of the room... let me in and please tell me you have some decent...
thats when bobby's eyes landed on your slightly dazed form on the bed.
Bobby: my god, yn is that you?
You get up off the bed slowly and walk a bit away from the bed...
Yn: hey uncle Bobby!
Bobby who was struck by tears of relief in that moment rushed you in a big bear hug...
Dean: can I go pee while yn tells you what she's been doing...
Bobby: just don't be all day ya idjit!
Dean left toward the bathroom after locking the hotel room door... Bobby sat with you on the bed as you told him your tale of woe...
You told him how you kinda went off the deep end big time, killing every single monster from here to LA and back along the coast... and about the drinking and how you had not given a care in the world about sleeping in a proper bed for almost 7 full months...
bobby: oh my god yn why didnt you call or something...
yn: i was too ashamed... i wasnt sure of the repricutions of my running away and not going to the rite of mourning... i miss him everyday bobby... i cant do anything about it... all i could do was drink my self until i blacked out after every hunt every day since Sam died. i slept in my car all the time... i never stopped at a hotel... i never ever exoected to be welcomed back into yours or deans arms as much as i already have...
bobby: dont worry bout that right now YN just relax and grab one of those beers your gonna need it... yo dean boy get your ass out of that bathroom and we will begin this meeting properly..
Dean had just come out of the bathroom when Bobby had screamed that...
Dean: I'm here, I'm here, so Bobby what's the emergency that was so huge that both me and YN had to rush out here.
Bobby: omens boy, dark ones, same kind that surrounded the apocalypse ordeal...
Yn: wait wait wait woah time out are you suggesting that...
Bobby: at this point we can't rule out any possibilities.... the problem is that we don't know how or when or why or who would/could have brought him back...
Yn: when did the omens start?
Bobby: a week after the tragic ordeal. But I also have been tracking another anomaly it's most unusual cause this one has been following the most explicit pattern. It's been all over the place and it should be here... cause I tracked it here this morning... it was in Colorado mountains with a burned car in the woods...
You and Dean watch as Bobby pulls up the report on the laptop... you turn away and go to the mirror...
Yn: that was my car uncle Bobby...
Bobby takes his emf detection device and holds it near you...
Bobby: good grief yn your lighting up like a Christmas tree...
You pull out the one keepsake that you always keep in the little container in the trunk... you throw it on the bed..
It opens to reveal a test you had taken after Sam sacrifices himself... Bobby and Dean both look at it then at you..
That's of course when Castiel appears intot he room...
Castiel: OK good we are all together yn what do you say we speed you up to date...
Yn: put me at 7 and a half months... I don't want to freak him out if he is back..
castiel waves his hand and your belly suddenly grows to a substantial pregnant belly. castiel breathes in and turns to address Bobby and Dean all of them allowing you to go to the washroom to freshen up and such.
Castiel: dont worry she will be fine...
dean: you helped her hide this secret why?
castiel: cause she had lost sam it was hard enough so she asked me to hide this, to slow it down to give her the year to mourn and to kill everything that got in her way.
dean: so you knew when you came to see me a few months back...
castiel: it wasnt my secret to tell... besides i knew if i had she would have known and the spell i had done would have collapsed... she would have been in danger.
dean now frustrated knocks a candle off the table.
dean: in danger, she was already in danger... this should never have happened... i should never have let her run off like that... but another thanks for being here is do you know if...
castiel nods and addresses the room..
castiel: yes he is back... but he is different... his aura is not the same sam who he was before he was possessed by Lucifer... this one is different... im here to help as a friend, now lets work on this shit and run through it like hell...
you come out of the washroom wearing a pair of leggings and a tank top...
yn: there is something else you all should know as well... Cas i dont know if you could feel it or not but somthing else happened the day that Sam died.
Cas, Dean, Bobby all sat down to listen intently to what else you had to say.
YN: its my physical body, yes im pregnant and yes its Sam's baby... but that night when i went to the hotel outside of Portland... but i had to vomit about a mile out of the hotel parking lot... so i pulled off shut down the car and got out... but instead of vomit i emmited a shockwave of sorts. ever since then ive been collecting various spell books from witches that i have killed... and every single spell ive tried and done have worked...
Castiel: well that explains why your body scan that i had to do when i lifted the protection off you looked different than it did when i first placed it on you...
dean: woah woah woah so wait your telling me that...
yn: that im a witch and it makes hunting so much easier... now lets go find Sam... any idea where to start...
Castiel: he is here in Chicago... and he isnt alone... there were others that came back from the pit with him...
The only person in that room making a lik of sense was you... it seemed in that moment that your mind was just talking for you..
Yn: but I mean we just he was... it's only been 7 months... like it's not been a full year so who...
Castiel: that's what I'm hoping we can find out...
Dean: well first we need to find him and see what kind of state he is in...
Bobby gasps and grabs his fed badge and you do the same so does dean when he gets dressed.
Bobby: I've just received a hit on the police radar... a male matching Sam's description and 2 other males were spotted running through the street fair with machetes in hand... a bunch of frightened fair folk... the police are quarantined off the area. We need to get down there before...
You pull your pistol out and load it up... strapping on your holster... and tucking it in...
You had your shoes and leather jacket on before anyone else did... you snatched the keys to the impala...
Yn: dean can you ride with Bobby.. since you boys aren't ready yet... Cas come with me... it will be easier to hide the pregnancy again while we go through the park...
Dean: you got it kiddo.
You and Cas get into the impala and you smile as she fires right up...
Bobby: I can't believe you are letting her drive the impala... your baby...
Dean: never argue with a pregnant woman... but she won't like it if we are late to the party...
Bobby nodded both of them pulling their butts in gear... you were wanting to get there in no time at all...
Speeding mildly you and Cas badges in hand were at the scene of the street fair where crowds of people panicking.
You tell Cas to clear the crowd while you go further into the fair grounds... your handheld cocked, and in your hand for you are not sure what kind of situation you would find...
Walking a few more moments, you are grabbed and thrown into a dark room... your handheld dropped on the ground in the commotion, your only thought was to fight off whatever or whoever had grabbed you.
You hear footsteps jump you from behind, this goes on for several moments till you are knocked out, loosing consciousness at the view of 4 dark figures who stare at you...
You are the one person who these asshats could never imagine would have been at the street fair.
Meanwhile, at the streetfair Cas finds your handheld in the now empty street, Cas then goes to the entrance finding Dean and Bobby who have just gotten out of the car.
Dean: where is YN?
Cas: she isn't here, I lost track of her in the crowd, her presence isn't here, not anymore, but Sam was definitely here, but other familial presences are also blending with Sam's...
Bobby: as in other Winchesters or something else?
Cas: not John's side, it's Mary's side of the family line...
Dean couldn't imagine what horrors await for them, all he knew was he had to find you. Dean threw his punches at the impala, his baby, his car, there was no way that you were gonna be able to survive whatever was happening.
Dean: we have yo find her, now today and figure out who these freaks are that have my sis in law and future mother of my niece or nephew.
Meanwhile now in a field leaning against a tree stump in the dark cold air... you hear a familiar voice...
Sam: let me do it please let me do it...
Samuel: are you sure you can... boy you did mention how she once meant alot to you..
Sam: don't worry she doesn't mean anything to me anymore.
Chris: good, cause she is radiating huge amounts of power. And I look forward to seeing her squirm...
Sam let out a low hiss, only to hear you groan, you start to move, but are bound to the stump...
You start trying silent spells, all of which bounce off hurting you...
Sam: well well well, the girl I never ever thought I'd see again... I wasn't even sure you would ever remember who I was...
Yn: your not my fiance... your not my Sam, so who are you, you crazy evil son of a bitch and why are you wearing my dead fiances face...
Sam: oh its me alright sweetheart... but the new and improved me... the version of me who finally realizes that you're the worst mistake ive ever made! But surely by now castiel, Bobby and Dean all have noticed your missing and are attempting to find you alive... but they won't... cause your one of which we have hunted our whole lives, your a witch and we never knew... so first I'm gonna strip you of your powers, then I'm gonna wait till Dean and them get here and then I'll kill you to prove my point...
It took a few moments for Dean to track your phone, him Bobby and Cas all speeding to you in the impala...
Your body almost completely drained of magic when the lights of the impala shon through the trees... voices shouting, guns were raised, but deans words were shocking most of all...
Dean: grandpa Samual Campbell...
Samuel: you must be Dean... my God you boys look so much like Mary with hints of your father in you too...
Yn: if your their grandfather then that makes you... oh God, aaaaahhhhh!
You scream once more as Sam, the fiance you once knew, the man you gave yourself too, the father of your baby, drains the final bit of your magic...
You hang your head, your breathing heavy, but something changes within you, sparks of your power shine through Sam's Soulless eyes...
Yn: just do it you Soulless beast, get it overnight cause I can't stand to see you wearing the face of the love of my life. Dean, Cas, Bobby ill bring his soul back I promise!
With that last word the Soulless man before you, rips out your heart and throws it to the ground... the clock chimes midnight and your pronounced dead...
~the end for now~
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When Summer Comes Along
by LadyShadowphyre
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, background Castiel/Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester, background Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Jessica Moore, background Jimmy Novak/Amelia Novak
Characters: Jessica Moore, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jessica Moore's Family
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, soulmate dreams, Jessica Moore Does Not Want To Be Stuck As A Housewife, Soulmate Dream Mechanics, Discussions of Supernatural Creatures, Unfortunate Implications of One-Sided Soulmate Bonds, Sam Winchester And Jessica Moore Met In High School, Dream-Visiting Angels Make Awkward Soulmate Dreams Better, Impulsive Tattoo Acquisition For Perfectly Reasonable Safety Concerns, Author Has A Low Opinion Of Love Spells And It Shows
Series: Something Beautiful
Summary: Jessica Moore had Plans for her life, particularly when it came to her continued education and eventual career path. The last thing she wanted the night before her eighteenth birthday was to get stuck with a soulmate who would expect her to give up all her dreams and plans to be a housewife and broodmare. Fortunately for her, Fate seemed to have something much better in store for her... albeit with its own complications.
And a very happy thirty-ninth eighteenth birthday to Jessica Moore!
@heavenandhellbingo square: Anti-Possession Tattoo
#jessica moore#sam winchester#something beautiful series#supernatural fic#castiel#soulmate dreams#heaven and hell bingo 2023
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Look for me.
Ellie X Ghost!Reader (kinda.)
WC: 974
Approx. read time: ~7.5 minutes
A/N: I don't typically write things like this, go easy on me lol. I know this was more focused on you than it was her, but i'm just trying to build some plot here y'all.
WARNINGS: Depictions of death, swearing, themes that people may find disturbing(?), depictions of blood, eventual smut, reader and ellie weren't exactly friends, reader lowkey being a stalker ??, ideas used and borrowed from a24's "talk to me", reader isn't exactly masc or fem. (lmk if i missed any)
Synopsis: After your sudden and honestly rather untimely death at the hands of a freak accident, you find yourself going after the one person you knew would believe you were there. The question is, when will she catch you?
note: please keep in mind i wrote this for fun, therefore this isn't the best. this part is for plot building only.
(NOT PROOF READ)
The heat was getting to you today. It was hot unlike any other day before now. It made you feel lazy, making you perfectly unaware of your surroundings as you sat underneath a tree in a ditch effort to cool off. Considering you worked on a ranch this probably wasn't the best idea. As you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the tree, you didn't see the horse hop the fence. You didn't hear your friend desperately calling for you to get out of the way. Hell, you barely noticed the sound of the horse barreling towards you until it was too late. It was just a flash of fur and flying hooves before everything went black. The last things you heard before you ultimate death were the cries of fear from the people around you, the sounds of people running back and forth, the dialing of someone's phone. You didn't exactly know what happened but you knew where it was leading you.
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You didn't exactly know what to expect from death. Heaven? Hell? A dark abyss? A never-ending cycle of life ahead of you? Nothing could have prepared you for what actually happened. As soon as your head cleared from the strange fog surrounding it, you sat back up in the same field. The same goddamn ranch you could have sworn you just died at. Everything seemed fine until you noticed it. It, of course, being your own body. Bloody and lifeless, being loaded onto a stretcher as your mother cried helplessly on the sidelines. The only person that wasn't in complete hysterics was the stable hand. You thought her name was Ellie, but you couldn't really remember. You two always got along but never really considered each other as friends. But, you were coworkers. You weren't there to hold hands and sing kumbaya. She was the last thing on your mind right now. What the hell had you just watched? If that was your body...did that seriously mean you were a ghost? This was utterly ridiculous. You didn't even believe in ghosts. But here you were. Living proof that ghosts in fact were a thing. Who would even be able to know you were still here? Were there even things people could actually use to talk to you? Your head was swimming with these thoughts as you watched the chaos unfold in front of you. If only you had paid any sort of attention.
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It had now been months since your little accident and you were bored out of your mind. You hung around the ranch to no avail. You were desperate to get someone's, anyone's attention. You knocked over hay, tangled bridles, even let some of the cows loose in the middle of the night yet nobody ever thought to suspect a ghost. Well, everyone except for Ellie. Whenever you stood by her you knew she sensed you. Her hairs would stand on end, her body becoming tense as soon as you drew closer. Bingo. She was your way back in. Your original plan was to just follow her home and get her attention...but of course you went off track just a little bit. You were so damn bored that you thought it was only fair to mess with her a bit. You started small, simply hiding her phone on occasion or turning the lights off before she reached them. But you felt such a sick thrill whenever she went pale or looked around for whoever was messing with her. You just had to keep going. You went from playing around to straight up tormenting her within a week. You watched her from the moment she got up to the moment she went to sleep. She felt your eyes on her wherever she went and it made her feel crazy. She knew something was there, but what? She didn't know what to do with herself anymore. Each trick you played, each scare you gave her drove her farther off the edge. Sure, you felt a little bad when you saw her up late at night curled up in her blankets like a child but it didn't out weight the satisfaction you got from watching her shake and scream. This was much to Ellie's dismay. She was determined to end this once and for all.
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You never expected her to get smart with you. To wake up and realize she could easily contact you if she tried. That's why you felt this creeping suspicion growing in your heart one evening as Ellie sat down at her coffee table with a...ceramic hand? You felt oddly drawn to it. It was so out of character for her to be bringing in such a weird object out of the blue like this. What the hell was she going to do with it? Shake its hand? You narrowed your eyes as she laced her fingers with the pale white ones of object.
"Talk to me."
She murmured, her grip tightening on the hand as she did. Much to your amusement, as she spoke, it was almost as if the hand was beckoning you closer to it. You inched closer to the table. For all Ellie knew, this thing was just a hoax. She let out an annoyed sigh, unlocking her fingers from the hand.
"Fucking kids, selling me random shit they probably made in their backyard."
You couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude. She bought this from some child because she thought she was going crazy? This was too good. You couldn't just let her leave now. You had to prove to her that she was in fact going crazy. You set your hand down on the ceramic one. As soon as you did, Ellie's eyes widened. She could finally see you. What's worse, she even recognized you.
"...It's you."
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#ellie the last of us#ellie williams#ellie x reader#tlou#tlou2#wip#paranormal#the last of us part two#ellie x y/n#ellie x you#multiple part series#drabble#idfk what to tag this
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Saints Are Sinners Too
Summary: Y/N has some confessing to do.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Pretty much zero plot to this porn. Blowjob, face fucking, deep throating, rough fingering, spanking (very minor).
** This fic is about Priest!dean and Nun!reader. They're undercover, and not actual members of the clergy. Nevertheless, it's probably obvious that there is a LOT of sacrilegious imagery, dialogue and situations in this one. So, be warned. **
Pairings: Priest!Dean Winchester x Nun!reader
Word Count: 1,427
A/N: This fic came about as a response to this post, and this post. It will also be used to fill my first square on my @jacklesversebingo card. The square I will be filling is "Does it turn you on that we might get caught?" The quote will be bolded in the fic. Hope you all enjoy my smutty offering.
Gotta go confess now. 😁
The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89. Title card above and gif below were created by me.
“Forgive Me Father, I’m about to sin.”
“Y/N?” Dean’s surprised whisper came through the thin wall that separated the priest from the petitioner.
“Nope, I’m just a sinner here in need of forgiveness.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean asked.
Seconds later, Y/N opened the door to his side of the confessional and walked into the incredibly small, crowded space.
He frowned up at her as she shut the door behind her, dimming the light inside the tiny box once again. “You’re supposed to be searching the rectory for the bone of a saint. And I can’t very well get confessions of evil out of our would-be suspects if you’re in here with me.”
Y/N pulled a little bag out of a hidden pocket within her borrowed nun’s habit. Inside the bag was a small white bone. “Got it already.” She said, turning mischievous eyes on him. “What about you? Heard any sinful confessions?”
Dean shook his head. “No, just a couple old ladies confessing to cheating at bingo, and getting drunk on church wine.”
Y/N snickered and then sank to her knees between Dean’s open legs, biting her lip as she reached out and pushed aside his black jacket before popping open the button on his pants. Dean’s expression was equal parts lust and worry. “Y/N, what are you doing?”
“Confessing my sins, Father.”
“Y/N, we can’t do this here, they’ll - “ Dean’s words trailed off into a moan as Y/N pulled down his zipper and stuck her hand inside to grip him through his underwear..
“Shh.” Y/N admonished. “Gotta keep quiet or they’ll hear you.”
“Y/N.” Dean tried again, but she pulled his briefs down far enough to let his hardening cock spring free, and he bit into his lush bottom lip to stifle another groan.
“Don’t you wanna hear my confession?” Y/N asked, her voice and expression all innocence.
Dean nodded absently, all his attention focused on not yelling out loud as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around on her tongue. She gave the same attention to the other one before licking a stripe up the underside of his cock.
Dean’s hard fingers were dug deep into the padded bench he was sitting on, and the veins in his neck bulged as he strained to stay quiet.
“My confession, Father, is that I’ve been lusting after you all day. Since the second I walked into the motel room this morning and saw you dressed like this, all I’ve been able to think about was this moment. All I’ve wanted is to get on my knees and show you heaven.”
With that she took him all the way down her throat, swallowing him in one go. Dean sank his hand into her hair and yanked it. “Fuck, Y/N, fuck.” He whispered, strained and desperate.
Y/N came off of him, breathing hard, cum and spit running down her chin. She used her mouth to spread it up and down his dick before taking him in her hand, squeezing tight and pumping him hard. She watched his jaw clench, as he breathed harshly through his teeth, and she felt her panties flood.
Her voice was thick as she reached under the black skirts she wore and rubbed herself over the damp cotton. “Does it turn you on that we might get caught? Hmm?” She asked as she kitten-licked the angry, purplish head of his straining cock. “Is it making you hard to know there’s only a thin door keeping us from being seen? That any minute someone could walk into the booth and see us through that partition.”
She nodded up at the open wicker grating that allowed light to seep in from the other side of the confessional. With jerky movements, Dean reached over to yank closed the tiny curtain that covered the window.
Y/N chuckled darkly. “That’s not gonna help much.” She said, gently squeezing his balls and making another harsh and entirely too loud moan leak out of Dean’s beautiful lips.
“Please Y/N, goddamn.” He mumbled nonsensically, sweat dotting his forehead as Y/N pushed down on him again, taking him completely, but gagging a bit this time. “Fuck.” Dean cried out hoarsely as he took her head between his hands. She looked up at him from where she was sunk onto his cock, and saw the desperate question for her in his eyes.
“Mmhmmm.” She answered around him, knowing what he was asking, her mouth watering in anticipation.
Gripping her head tightly, he pulled her back, so she only kept the tip of him between her lips. Then he hammered his hips forward, fucking her face hard and deep. Over and over he hit the back of her throat raising a gluck, gluck sound as she choked around him. He pulled out of her mouth completely and she pulled harsh breaths into her abused throat.
They weren’t being very quiet anymore, but she couldn’t care. She hoped the booth was far enough away, and the soft organ music playing over the church speakers would drown them out at least a little. But she was too far gone to stop, whatever the consequences.
She continued to work her clit as Dean began ravaging her face once again. When he pushed deep down her throat, she slipped two fingers inside herself and stared up at him, rapturously. His broad, powerful chest was heaving as he fought off his climax. His lips formed an O and he pushed air between them harshly, desperately trying to control himself.
Finally, he pushed on the back of her head so that she was smashed tight against him, every inch of his thick cock filled her mouth and stretched her esophagus. Then his face contorted and he was spilling down her throat, fast and hot. She swallowed around his cock, trying to gulp it all down, but she couldn’t and as he pushed her off of him so she could breathe again, she coughed hard, spit and cum spilling down her chin and onto the habit she wore. Still breathing harshly, Dean grabbed her upper arms and wrenched her up off the floor. Barely managing it in the tiny space, he swapped places with her so that she was now standing in front of the bench.
Rather than sitting her down on it, however, Dean spun her around so she faced the back wall of the confessional and pushed against her back, forcing her to bend over. Seconds later he had her black skirts rucked up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. Y/N just barely managed to stifle a shrill scream of pleasure as he sank two fingers deep into her cunt. He fucked her hard with them, pulling out of her only once to give two loud and stinging slaps to her bare ass.
She moaned deep, long past caring about being found out as he buried his fingers, three of them this time, back into her slick and throbbing pussy. He was knuckle deep and then he pulled out and shoved them back inside again, rocketing his fingers into her body hard enough that the little box surrounding them shook slightly.
He knew she was incredibly close; all he had to do was press his fingers against the secret sweet spot he knew how to find every time. He pressed there and Y/N gulped air into her lungs for a scream, but he took his free hand and clamped it over her mouth just in time. Her slick cunt clenched powerfully around his fingers at the same time that she bit into the palm of his hand in an attempt to lessen the noise of her climax. Dean gritted his teeth as he buried his face in the side of her neck.
Her body shuddered and shook as her high ebbed away. Dean pulled his hand out of her body, dropping her skirts back down and pulling his pants back up, before shifting them both slightly so that she was sitting in his lap. They put their foreheads together and shared breath as they tried to stop their hearts from hammering.
Dean smiled at her and licked his lips. “Well, son of a bitch, sweetheart - you’re absolved.” Y/N snorted and grinned at the dubious pardoning. Dean frowned quizzically and looked around the itty bitty wooden box.
“Now, do you know a back way out of this place?”
1 - Jensen RPF + Any/All characters Jensen plays.
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4 - Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well)
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You’re all that remains, GEATS. Heaven or hell… It’s time for us to find out where we’re headed.
@pscentral event 26: minimalism
@userdramas get to know me bingo: free space
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