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canyouimaginethatstory · 10 months
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Wrongfully Accused Part 15 (Lucifer X Reader)
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Later that day when you got home you did what you always did when you were upset or angry and needed to channel it. You got out one of your canvases and your best paints. You made yourself a drink and got comfy on the couch as you started to paint. A little while later your phone rang. It was Lucifer. "Hey," you answered. He could pick up on your mood just by your tone.
"That bad huh?" he asked.
"Yep, Sam handled it well but you know Dean," you said.
"how about I pick up dinner for us and we just spend the rest of the night inside," he suggested and you smiled.
"That sounds amazing," you said, "don't forget something sweet,".
"I'd never forget you beautiful," he replied and you couldn't fight the smile that appeared on your face. After you hung up and decided to put your painting away, for now, you went ahead and picked a movie and had two glasses and a bottle of fancy cider ready on the table when Lucifer arrived with Chinese takeout and a chocolate cheesecake.
"Oh nice choices," you said giving him a hello kiss.
"Just let me grab a quick shower and we'll eat beautifully," he said placing the food on the counter in the kitchen.
"Hm, feel like some company for the shower?" you asked with an innocent smile on your face.
"Lead the way gorgeous," he said as you took his hand and headed for the bathroom. After your much needed shower, you two got comfy on the couch and enjoyed dinner. You two were cuddled up watching the movie. "I think since you took a big step today that it's my turn to take one," Lucifer said. You shifted so you can look at him.
"What step are you thinking of taking?" you asked.
"Well you finally faced your brothers and told them about me," he said kissing the back of your hand softly, "so I think I need to finally face my past. I'm gonna go to the book event,". You sit up and took his hands in yours. "I'll be right there with you," you said before giving him a kiss on the cheek. A few days later Lucifer was at work. It had been a busy day. Cars seemed to show up one after another but he didn't mind. He could use the money. 
"Shurley!" Bobby called, "Come in my office for a moment!". Lucifer grabbed his grease rag to wipe his hands as he hurried into Bobby's office.
"Yeah Bobby?" he asked leaning against the door frame.
"Why don't go on home for the day?" Bobby suggested. Lucifer was a little confused.
"Why should I go home?" he asked.
"Your father is coming in with a car," he said, "I didn't think you'd want to be around him,".
"I can just hang out in the crew room until he leaves," Lucifer said as there was a knock on the door.
"Hey Bobby," Dean greeted before he spotted Lucifer. Lucifer just looked back.
"I'll go see about the last few cars Bobby," he said as he went to leave.
"Shurley wait," Dean ordered, "we need to talk,".
"We really don't Dean," he said.
"Yes we do," he said anger clear in his tone, "I want you to leave my little sister alone,".
"Nort gonna happen," Lucifer said standing his ground.
"You will leave my little sister alone!" he ordered getting in Lucifer's face, "she can do better than some ex-con loser like you!". Against every fiber of Lucifer's body telling him to fight back he just took a slow breath.
"You know what Bobby?" he said stepping back from Dean with a smile, "I think I will take the rest of the day off. My girlfriend hasn't been feeling well so I should be taking care of her," with that he headed out.
"You just wait you son of a bitch!" Dean said going after him but Bobby stopped him by pushing him back into the office.
"That's enough Dean!" Bobby said making him sit down.
"No Bobby I don't like this!" Dean said running his hand through his hair, "He is not right for her!" "Dean you don't even know them together so you can't really make that call," Bobby pointed out as he leaned against his desk.
"I don't need to know them together!" he said standing up, "I know him and he is not good enough for Y/N!" he stormed out as Bobby just shook his head. You were sound asleep on your couch when the sound of a slamming door woke you up. You looked around but didn't see anyone. You figured maybe it was from Lucifer's apartment so you got up and walked out into the hall. You knocked on the door.
"Babe?" you called, "are you home?" He opened the door and you could tell he was a little upset. "What's wrong?" you asked caressing his cheek.
"You're brother stopped by the shop today," he explained, "got in my face. I walked away so nothing happened,". You sighed.
"I'm sorry," you said, "he can be a jerk,".
"Y/N are you sure you want me to come between you and your family?" he asked. You took his hand and sit down on the couch with him.
"Lucifer, you are not coming between me and my family in any way. If my brother can't accept you that's his issue. I love you, and thats all that matters,". He pulled you into his lap and hugged you close as he kissed your cheek.
"I love you too," he said as he gently rubbed your stomach, "are you feeling any better?".
"Still a little bleh, but yeah a little bit,". He gently swept you up bridal style causing you to giggle a little as he carried you back to your apartment. After making sure you were comfortable on the sofa he headed into the kitchen to make you some soup as you watched TV. The next day when lunchtime rolled around you barged into Sam's office where you knew Dean would be.  "We need to talk," you said, "now,".
"Y/N don't start," he said rolling his eyes.
"Don't start!" you crossed your arms, "you started when you got up in Lucifer's face yesterday while he was at work!".
"Really Dean?" Sam shook his head.
"I can't help it!" he said, "Y/N he's bad news,".
"No Dean, you just like almost everyone else in this town are too busy kissing his dad's ass to see beyond what his dad has made him out to be. I'm telling you this one more time. Back off or we will no longer be talking," and with that you stormed out.
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themadhalewrites · 2 years
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Can I Touch?
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/s Includes: Castiel and Reader
Word Count: 259
Your brothers always insisted that you would never join the hunting lif, always saying “You deserve a better life, go to college and make a family” but you never really listened to them when they would say that. You went to college like they want you too but you also did monster hunting during school breaks.
Although you hoped they never found out you were so excited to see them when a hunt went wrong.
“Sam, Dean. You’re here” you said before passing out from the head knock you had received.
Coming back to the conscious world you weren’t met by your brothers disapproving looks, instead you were met with a pair of wings.
“Am I still out?” you asked quietly.
“You were meant to be living a normal life Y/N” you heard Dean yell.
Moving off the bed in the dodgy hotel room you tapped the other man in the room’s shoulder.
“Y/N leave Cass alone” Dean said still angry.
“Be nice Dean, she’s your baby sister.” Cass said before turning towards Y/N smiling, “Yes, Y/N?”
“Can I touch them?” you let out shyly.
“Touch what?” Cass asked confused.
“Your wings” you stated as if it was obvious.
“Y/N he hasn’t got wings” Dean said.
Castiel ignored Dean, “Of course you can”
When Sam arrived back he looked from you to Cass to Dean asking secretly what was happening.
“Y/N is combing Cass’ wings. She can see them” Dean said not even looking up.
“Okay, that’s totally normal, I guess” Sam said placing fast food on the table.
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Missed opportunity to have Castiel try to communicate with Dean again using his Trueform except this time, it actually works because 1) Cas has healed Dean enough times for his Grace to recognize Dean, and 2) with Cas' Grace depleting as it is, it wouldn't do as much damage as, say, make Dean's ears bleed, like the last time it happened.
And then Sam walks into the room, that's still shaking and breaking from the power of Cas' voice, and he's fucking decimated he's on the floor yelling what the fuck is happening while Dean's sitting on the bed, mid-laugh because Cas just said the funniest shit ever or something idk he's whipped.
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lokischickadee · 4 months
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Dean's face🤣🤣
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sleepwalkersqueen · 8 months
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simonrillleyyysss · 5 months
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what about simon with shy reader when they’re having sex and simon is going a little rough but she’s too shy to say her safe word but she’s so obviously uncomfortable like hiding her face in her plushie and not making much noise, just little uncomfy whimpers 🥺🥺🎀
ohh this is so saddd :((aaahhhhh
afab reader
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simon would know something was off from the minute he slid into your cunt, hands tugging ur shirt upwards to latch onto your breast with his lips, listening to your quiet sniffles and whimpers—hands moving to slam you back onto him, nails making crescent shaped moons in the fat of your hips
when simon realised that your head was stuffed into your stuffie, grunts and winces coming from your lips instead of your usual moans and babbles-he knew something was up, he’d immediately stop and look down at you, panting.
‘baby? y’alright?’
he would be so attentive, would literally shit himself at the near thought of you being even a bit uncomfy towards him; his hand moving to squeeze your thigh
‘mhm,m-mhm, m’okay sisi.. you can keep going.’
you murmured, shifting your hips slightly—watching his large hand push them back down onto the bed gently, lifting your panties and handing them to you.
‘don’t lie, doll.’
‘m’ i being too rough with y’?’
when you nodded, it almost broke his heart:((
would immediately pull out and take your panties from your hand, replacing the lace with his own fingers, which were now intertwined with urs!
‘want to stop? it’s alright, sweetcheeks—i wont care, slong’ as yr’ happy.’
he cooed, tucking your hair behind your ear as you sat up, sniffling and wiping your eyes with a hesitant nod.
‘i can always just lick your pussy, would that be better?’
depending on wether or not you’d want him to, if you did—he would have no problem going down on you!! wants ur pleasure to come first, he would gladly sit and lick at your pretty cunt if it meant pleasing you
if you say no, he’s happy with that too! helping you standup and running the bath—helping you stepin while you discussed boundaries, he just wants you to trust that he won’t get mad :(
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charlietheepicwriter7 · 2 months
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Look, I know I promised a continuation of "Get in the Water," but I had this idea and just had to write it, okay? So this is the non-canon sequel, the canon one is still in progress.
They escaped. Batman dragged Damian's frozen body away from the Lazarus Pit and through the tunnels as Danyal's screams-sobs-wails echoed behind them. Eventually the sound ebbed away and they emerged to the surface.
A debrief was demanded from everyone; even Todd was in the Cave. Damian trembled, his only sign of distress, his mind stuck on Danyal's face, his brother's voice rebounding around his head.
Father's debrief had been rough. Damian could barely explain what happened, why he was drawn to the waters, why Danyal wanted to drown him. He'd only explained the Danyal was someone he'd killed while with the League, and Father was the only one to doubt his explanation.
Damian took the first opportunity to escape to the showers. Stripping down, Damian turned the faucet and the bathroom lit up bright green.
He flinched away, and when he opened his eyes, the water was just water. A stone sunk into his stomach.
The next day, while Father was consulting with Justice League Dark, Grayson and Drake returned to the caves for their own investigation of the Pits. And while they found the cavern--found by tracking the batarang Father threw--it was desert dry. There was no sign of Lazarus Water, nor did it look like it had ever been there.
That night, as Damian was washing his face before bed, he filled the sink basin with water. He turned away for one second, but when he looked back, he almost dipped his face under the green slime oozing out the spout. He bolted, and when he returned with a startled Father, the water had returned to normal.
Grayson insisted on taking him out for lunch the following day, citing that Damian needed a "break." Damian was furious, but allowed it; Justice League Dark was visiting the cave to discuss the... incident, and Damian wanted to interrogate them. He... he needed to know if that was really Danyal or not. If his sweet brother could have been twisted after his murder into that monster, that Siren crooning at him to choose to die.
He'd never contemplated the fate of his brother's immortal soul before. Had he done this to him? Could Damian had avoided this by killing him honorably, instead of cowardly poisoning Danyal so he'd pass away in his sleep?
Damian allowed Grayson order for him. He wasn't hungry. The clouds above swirled ominously as he followed Grayson to a nearby awning with a picnic bench underneath.
Grayson took a bite of his gyro. "So? How have you been coping these past few days?"
"I'm not an invalid, Grayson," Damian hissed, glaring. "I'm fine."
A frozen breath brushed across his ear. "Ĺ̶̥̲̪̀̐ỉ̷̢̜̚a̴̧͖͛r̶̺̫̾͗̃͜,̶͕̐" Danyal whispered in his ear.
Grayson didn't notice or hear Danyal's voice. "You see, I don't believe you. One of your dead League friends is supernaturally gunning for you, Dami; it's normal to feel out of sorts."
Damian scoffed. "Nothing about this situation is normal."
He looked down at his food and sighed. "Yeah, that's for sure. I'm sorry, Damian. I wish this wasn't happening to you."
"And I wish the creature would just attack already," Damian griped. "It's the waiting that will kill me, not that fake."
Like someone had been listening, the sky opened up and it rained green throughout Gotham.
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i4butcher · 3 months
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One Hell Of An Agent
Sam Winchester x F!Reader
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Summary: After weird deaths start happening and your friend becomes a victim of it, two men appear at your door for questioning and your day turns into the weirdest you've ever lived.
Warnings: SMUT, size kink (if you squint), oral (f. recieving), big d sam (obviously), dean gets forgotten lmao, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), piv, tit sucking, sam is a sweetheart, pet names (doll, baby, beautiful), a bit of body insecurity but, as i said, sam is a gentleman, reader is shorter and overall smaller then sam, use of y/n, NOT PROOF READ, english isn't my first language (if i forgot anything TELL ME)
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It was supposed to be just another day where you went to work to get pennies in exchange for spending close to 12 hours in front of a computer screen, get back home to drink until you decided you should take a shower and sleep. Then repeat.
You, standing in your living room with a circle of kitchen salt around you and two men who were supposedly FBI agents holding shotguns and the ghost of an old woman trying to kill you, wasn't in your plans.
They both had arrived at your house in suits earlier that day, knocking on your door. You groaned and got up from the couch, leaving your beer bottle settled on the coffee table. Once you opened the door you widened your eyes at the two men standing there.
The taller one greeted himself first. He had a – almost – shoulder length brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. To say you were shocked at how handsome he looked was an understatement. The shorter one had deep green eyes and short hair, he was pretty too but his partner…
“Hello, I'm Agent Page, this is my partner, Agent Plant” He said, showing you his badge and nodding to Plant, him copying what his partner did.
You furrowed your eyebrows, recognizing the names from the Led Zeppelin band.
“Plant and Page as in…the Led Zeppelin guys?” You questioned and they shared a look. The shorter one stepped foward, giving you a once over, clearly checking you out.
“Just a coincidence Ma'am” He said, smiling at you and you nodded, still a bit skeptical.
You opened the door wider for them both to get in.
“Come in, please. Have a seat” You said, gesturing to the couch and they sat besides each other. Page eyed the beer at the coffee table in front of him and you cringed.
“Sorry, I wasn't expecting the FBI at my door” You chuckled lightly and took the beer bottle to the kitchen in the other room. When you came back, both their eyes were on you and you felt a bit intimidated.
“Well…why are the feds at my house…?” You asked, sitting at the armchair and resting your hands on your lap, fidgeting nervously with your fingers.
Page put his elbows on his knees, his fingers crossing in front of him as he leaned forward to talk closer to you. You took notice of his big frame wondering how someone could be so…wide?
“Miss…”
“Y/N” You filled in the gap.
“Miss Y/N” He said, licking his lower lip with his tongue “We are here to ask about the recent murders around”
“Oh” You said. You knew well about one of the victims, a friend of yours. It had been a little over 2 weeks since her death but you always went with the mantra to keep going no matter what. At the memory of her you felt your throat restrict and you blinked back tears.
Page seemed to notice and put a gentle hand on your knee to comfort you. When you looked up he was smiling slightly and you calmed down.
“We know Beth was your friend and we are sorry for your loss” He said, squeezing your knee “But we'd like to ask you some questions, if you don't mind”
You nodded and looked between the both of them, taking a deep breath.
“Yeah…yeah of course” You said and he nodded, pulling his hand away from you, the warmth still lingering where he had placed it.
“Did you notice any weird behaviors before your friend passed? Like she was distant, cold…?” Plant asked and you made a face trying to remember anything. You recorded a night you two went out
“Five days or so before she died…” You started, turning your head down to stare at your fingers over your lap. “We went to a bar near my house and she kept glancing behind her, nervous, on edge, as if something would jump her at any moment. When I asked her what was wrong she looked at me, terrified, grabbed her things and bolted”
You sighed thinking you should've went with her now that she was gone.
“I tried calling, texting. Nothing. For those five days I didn't hear anything from her then…they called me announcing that she was gone” You started tearing up again and closed your eyes to hold them back.
“She didn't have anyone else, y'know, I should've been there for her, I–” You choked on an inevitable sob and covered your face with your hands. Then you felt the taller man's hand on your knee again, his thumb stroking your leg.
“We are truly sorry, it wasn't your fault” He said, a voice so comforting and calm you felt it in your heart.
You took your hands away from your face and sniffed, letting out a slight chuckle. You felt a bit embarrassed to be crying in front of them both.
“I'm sorry” You said and brushed your hair back with your hand “I think this was it. She was always a very quiet girl but sweet, caring, I couldn't think of anyone that would do this to her”
The men nodded and looked at each other, a silent conversation you weren't a part of. You looked down to see Page's hand still on your knee and you smiled to yourself. What a nice fed.
"Thanks for the information Ma'am" Page said. When they looked back at you, he patted your knee lightly and got up with his partner. You stood up as well to accompany them to the door, them both behind you.
You opened the door and looked at them both going out, your gaze lingering longer on the taller one, looking him up and down.
They turned to you with a tiny card in his hand and gave it to you, your finger brushing against his.
“If you remember anything, give us a call. Thank you for your time” He smiled warmly along with the green eyed Agent.
“Will do, thank you so much” You said, smiling back seeing them walk away to the Impala parked in front of your house.
You kept your gaze locked until they drove away, snapping you out of your daze getting back in your house and locked the door, smiling like an idiot at the image of the handsome guy you just met.
Inside the Impala, Dean kept glancing towards Sam, who had his face buried into the newpaper about the couple murders happening.
“Dude” Dean finally said, a grin on his face. Sam looked up at him and made a questioning face at his side profile.
“What?” He asked
Dean laughed lightly and looked at his brother.
“She was eating you with her eyes” Dean said and at that Sam's full attention was on him, lowering the paper with a confused face.
“Who? Y/N?” He asked and Dean nodded. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes at his brother. “Dean, c'mon” He said.
“I'm serious, the look she gave you when we left, staring you up and down like a feast” Dean laughed mischievously, looking for a couple seconds at Sam's shocked expression. “She's pretty, y'know, if you don't want it, I'll have it”
“Shut up Dean” He said but he couldn't help thinking about your looks towards him and the impulse he felt to comfort you with a hand on your leg when he realized you were upset.
Dean laughed and shook his head at the stubbornness of his brother, driving back to the cheap motel they were staying at.
Your day went by as usual, some couple more beers here, a whiskey there, some movie you had on the TV.
You ended up falling asleep on the couch for a couple hours until about 2AM when you heard a loud thud in your house and your entire body entered fight or flight mode.
You got up and kept your ears trained for any more sounds until you heard your stove, the gas being poured out in your house and the color drained from your face. What the hell?
You went into the kitchen and for sure the smell of the gas hit hard on your nose and you gagged.
Suddenly the door to the kitchen closed behind you and you jumped in shock. Your heart started ringing in your ears and your hands were trembling.
“Hello?! Is anybody there?!” You asked, your voice shaking as you went to the door. Locked. You started to panic, were you crazy? Was this a dream?
There was a noise behind you and you turned, seeing the knife cabinet open and you glued yourself to the door, trying to get the lock open when a kitchen knife started to float up and towards you.
You screamed and banged at the door.
“Help! Someone, please!” You screamed and the knife was plunged in the door, close to your head and your body fell back in the ground, tears rolling down your cheeks when everything stopped.
You slowly got up and tried to open the door. Success. You scrambled out of your kitchen and unlocked the front door, sprinting out of your house terrified.
You remembered the card the Agent gave you. You didn't know if it was okay to call him this late but you just almost died. You thought he could make an exception.
With trembling fingers, you dialed the number on your phone, putting it to your ear. Please pick up, please pick up.
“Hello? Agent Page speaking, who is this?” He said with a gruff voice, he was definitely sleeping and you felt a bit bad for waking him up.
“Agent?” You practically whispered, your voice shaky with fear.
“Y/N?” He recognized your voice and made a confused face, sitting up on the bed. “What's wrong?”
“I– I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have called I–” You spoke fast, nervous. He took notice of that “Something happened” You said simply.
“We are on our way” He said and slipped on his shoes, already on outside clothes. He nudged Dean to wake him up. “Hang in there”
“Okay” You said in a whisper as he turned the call off, biting your thumbnail in order to stay calm in the circumstances.
Dean woke up to see Sam getting his bag ready in a frenze, a worried look in his younger brother's face.
“Y/N called, something happened, she seemed stressed, let's go” He said, throwing Dean his bag, the oldest groaning as he grabbed the keys for the Impala.
As they drove there, Sam couldn't help but get even more stressed the long it took for them to arrive. He wondered if you were okay, if you had gotten hurt, or worse. When they arrived, you were sitting on your porch, legs tucked close to your body as you shivered.
When you heard the noise of the car you got up. The two came out and you were a bit weirded out to see them in normal clothes but relieved nonetheless.
When they got closer you breathed out in relief, the taller of the two coming closer then Plant, grabbing your shoulders and eyeing you up and down, looking for any visible damage.
“Are you hurt? What happened?” He asked and you shook your head at the first question.
“I don't know…If I explain it I'll sound crazy” You said
“Oh, sweetheart, believe me, we know crazy” The green eyed Agent said and you looked at him, the nickname foreign but you brushed it off.
“I was sleeping in my couch when I woke up with a loud bang” You began. “I got up to see that my stove started leaking gas and…when I wnt to the kitchen, the door…It shut behind me, locked” You said, shakily and Page brushed his hand on your shoulder, the same way he had done to your knee earlier “I couldn't get out and a knife started to fucking float, it charged at me, caught the door and then it all just…stopped”
“I was able to leave my house and…call you” She said and looked into his eyes, the comforting gaze seeping into her. “I'm sorry, I know it's late”
“Don't bother, it's fine. Let's try and see how we can help you, okay?” He said
You looked at him, puzzled, tilting your head at him
“You believe me?” You asked and he let out an aired laugh in amusement.
“What if I tell you we aren't truly FBI agents” He said.
“Oh” You widened your eyes and looked between the both of them, shameful smiles on their faces. “Right”
“Get in, we will explain everything we can to you” He said and you nodded getting inside your house.
After a couple minutes you learned that they were actually brothers, the tall one was named Sam and the shorter was Dean. They told you all about what they did, the family business, how real the supernatural was and tried to explain that you experienced something ghost-like.
You were absolutely dumbfounded as they said all that. It was hard to believe that, how is all of it real if you hadn't seen anything your whole life similar to what they explained to you? Just now?
“Okay so…you both are like…the Ghostbusters?” But hotter. You noted, mentally.
“Basically, yeah” Dean said.
You sat there with your hands over your face. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or cry at the situation.
The brothers walked around with the so called EMFs, machines you learned could sense the presence of ghosts.
You couldn't help but glance at Sam. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his hair falling around his face and from time to time he bit his lower lip.
You were entranced at how annoyingly handsome he was until loud beeping from Dean's EMF startled you.
Sam whooped his head towards him and they shared silent looks. Sam turned to his bag and got a shotgun out and you widened your eyes at him. He took notice of that.
“They are loaded with rock salt, don't worry” He said and you made a confused face. He smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. “Let's say…ghosts don't like salt. Salt and iron are their weaknesses” He said and you hummed in acknowledgement getting up and going to your fireplace to get an iron rod.
Sam stared at you as you walked back to him and you shrugged.
“It's iron, you said it could keep them at bay” You said and he nodded.
A loud noise startled all of you, in the kitchen, where Dean was the closest to and he cooked his gun, Sam doing the same and protecting you with his body.
“Stay behind me” He murmured to you and you nodded, iron rod in your hand prepared for any attack.
“Come on you son of a bitch!” Dean said and, as if on cue, the ghost of an old lady appeared in your kitchen and you gasped, recognizing her immediately.
“Mrs. Greene?” You whispered and apparently she heard you because in a moment she was there and in the other she was behind you.
“Y/N, watch out!” Sam yelled in front of you and you turned around, swinging your weapon and making her vanish for a couple of moments.
You were breathing heavily, your ears ringing until Sam snapped you out of your daze, turning you around by grabbing at your arm.
“Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice as he gave you a once over.
“Yeah, I think” You replied and Dean appeared as quick as possible making a circle of salt around you and Sam stepped out of it, letting your arm go.
“You need to stay there, she can't get you because of the salt” Dean said.
“You know her?” Sam asked and you looked at him, nodding.
“She was Beth's mother. Died in a car accident that…my father caused. Me and Beth bonded through their deaths but I guess her mom didn't really approve of that” You said, smiling sadly to yourself.
“Where is she buried?” Dean questioned.
“The cemetery near the only church in town. About 5 miles from here” You replied and Dean gave Sam a quick nod as he got his bag and gave his brother extra ammunition.
“I'll go do the dirty job, you, protect her, make sure that bitch doesn't kill her” Dean said as he went out the door, shutting it behind him.
You sat on the ground, in the middle of the salt circle, mindlessly playing with the iron rod in your hand. Sam looked down at you. You looked more than upset, understandably.
“Everything is going to be okay” He reassured you and you looked at him with a gentle smile. Until you weren't smiling anymore and instead was looking behind him.
“Sam, behind you!” You said, getting up again and he turned shooting the ghost and she reappeared behind you, outside of the circle.
You turned around, shaking and lifting your weapon at her. She looked down at the salt circle and the creepiest smile you've ever seen opens up in her face, sending shivers down your spine.
Suddenly the windows broke open and a strong gust of wind came in with full force. You covered your head to protect it from the glass until you looked down and the salt circle was broken around you.
Your heart dropped as she started approaching you and Sam shot her again from behind you.
To your dismay, she was behind him again, and before you could warn him about her she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him against a wall.
“Sam!” You screamed and she turned to you again, slowly walking towards your frame and you backed away, the iron rod propped in front of you protectively.
She knocked the rod out of your hand and you looked desperately at it on the ground.
Your back pressed against the wall and you closed your eyes, preparing for your death when she started screaming and you opened your eyes.
She was quite literally burning right in front of you, with her hands reaching for your throat until she was just gone, no burn marks on your ground, weirdly, and her desperation echoed through the house.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your heart beating in your ears. You heard a groan and remembered Sam was basically knocked out on the other side of the room.
You rushed to him and kneeled down besides him with a hand on his cheek and the other in one of his knee.
“Sam, are you okay?” You asked as he slowly opened his eyes. When he seemed to retrieve consciousness again he breathed in deeply and scrambled to get up but you held him down by putting a hand on his chest.
“Hey, hey, it's okay, she's…gone, I guess” You said and he focused his eyes on yours when you smiled. You felt your face heat up at the look he was giving you until Dean barged in through the front door, whistling at the mess.
He looked towards both of you on the ground and made a face, holding back a smirk.
“Burned her up…Am I interrupting something?” Dean asked playfully and you felt a tad of embarrassment, helping Sam get up with a grunt.
They started to gather their stuff and you wondered how the hell you were going to clean up your whole house. Glass and salt everywhere, a hole on the wall where Sam was thrown at.
When they were all done you got each a beer. They tried to deny it but you insisted, claiming it was a thank you treat for saving your life.
You finished all your drinks, throwing the bottles away and you walked them to the door, the Impala parked in front of your house. They got out and stood outside as you smiled at them.
“Thank you, again, really, you both saved my life” You said.
“It's nothing, really, we do this everyday” Dean said with a dismissive wave. “I'm going to load the car” Dean said, giving Sam a pat on the back and a look you didn't understand but apparently Sam did, since he gave a deep breath and a practically death glare at his brother, his chest going up and down.
“So…” He started, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
“So?” You nudged, smiling up at him and biting your lower lip. His eyes stared at your mouth and you felt small under his gaze.
“You were amazing back there, you know?” He said, crossing his arms in front of him and smiling. “You knew what to do, few people can do what you did”
He complimented and you looked down, smiling like an idiot. He’s so sweet.
“Oh I just…went by logic I guess, nothing much. You said iron and I reached for iron” You said, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked up again.
“Yeah…” He said, looking from your eyes to your mouth and back up again. You decided to be a bit brave and got into your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek, holding on his shoulder for support.
When you pulled back he didn't pull away and one of his hands cupped your cheek, looking between your eyes when he leaned into you, his lips against yours in a light kiss.
You responded almost immediately, your hand going to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss and he placed his hands on your waist. You reluctantly pulled away with a hum, dazed by the kiss with your eyes still closed.
When you opened them his eyes were on your face and you felt warm again. He pulled you back in your house and you giggled in surprise when he closed the door, his hand still holding you.
“What about your brother?” You said as he turned his attention back to you, a smirk on his face when he squeezed your waist. He leaned in closer and you held your breath.
“He can wait” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, this time more intensely then before and you hummed, burying your hand on his hair while the other stroked his chest.
You started taking his jacket off when you stopped and pulled away.
“Is this okay? I mean I'm totally fin–” He cut you off with another mind blowing kiss and you gasped.
He shrugged off his jacket, dropping it to the ground and clasping your face in both his hands.
“Does this answer your question?” He smiled teasingly and you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss his lips again and his hands grabbed your hips in response.
He brushed his tongue against your lower lip and you opened your mouth to let him explore it, moaning lowly against his mouth.
He lowered his hands to the back of your thighs, not breaking the kiss, and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and you yelped in his mouth.
You noted he was big, you just didn't know he was this strong, lifting you in his arms as if you weighed nothing.
He walked to the kitchen and placed you on the counter, his hands going under your shirt and experimenting with his touches on your bare skin.
You whimpered, shivers running through your whole body as his big hands roamed through your burning skin.
You pulled away, your forehead touching his, a whispered “Fuck” coming out of your lips. Your hands went to the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, leaving your torso bare besides your bra.
Sam drank you in, his adam apple bobbing when he swallowed and you felt embarrassed under his strong gaze, your hands slowly coming to wrap themselves around your stomach.
He held your wrists gently, pulling them away from you and his hands went up and down your arms.
“Don't hide from me, you're beautiful” He whispered and started to leave kisses down your neck, nibbling and biting where he noticed you liked the best with the noises leaving your mouth.
Your hand wrapped in his hair to pull him back to your lips, his kisses addicting like a drug.
He pulled away again to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his defined torso and your jaw physically dropped at the sight. He had some scars, some pale, old, others a pink tone, more recent but it just made him look even better, showing how much he had lived through. He chuckled at your reaction and settled his hands on your hips again, gently squeezing.
“See something you like?” He teased and you closed your mouth, your hands reaching slowly to touch his bare chest. He gasped at your feather-like touch on his tanned skin and you looked at him again, his eyes dark with desire.
“You're…stunning, like– I knew you were…muscular…from the get go but you're…” You trailed off and he chuckled, a bit embarrassed and leaned down to crash his lips against yours again.
His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra, helping you take it off and toss it on the ground along with the rest of your clothes.
His hands came to the front and grabbed at both your breasts, squeezing them and making you moan into his mouth. His fingers teased at your hardened nipples and you arched into his touch.
His mouth started trailing down towards your neck, your collarbone, until he got to the valley of your breasts and looked up at you. Your mouth was open, eyes hazed and deep breaths were making your chest go up and down. What a sight.
He closed his mouth into one of your nipples and you whined, the warmth of his tongue circling around it making you grasp at his locks with a certain strength that made him groan around your skin. His fingers teased the other breast until he switched sides, feasting on your breasts.
“Sam…” You gasped his name and he hummed in acknowledgement of your plea, pulling away from your breast with a smile. “Please”
He gave your lips a peck and went down your body again, leaving open mouthed kisses down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your jeans and looked at you again, asking for permission and you nodded at him.
His fingers popped open the button of your pants and opened the zipper. You lifted your hips to help him pull the clothing off and he dragged it down your legs slowly, drinking you in.
You felt a shiver run down your spine at his hungry gaze on your frame when his eyes noticed your soaked underwear.
He discarded your pants and ran his hands up your legs, his look never leaving your covered pussy. His hands stopped at your thighs as squeezed the flesh and you closed your legs instinctively.
He looked up at you and pried your legs open with his hands.
“What did I say about hiding from me?” He said, his tone deep and dominant making you swallow a whine as you spread your legs wider and he settled between them with a smirk.
He kissed your covered sex and you let out a low moan, his mouth traveled to your inner thighs, biting and kissing at the flesh, driving you insane.
“Please…” You begged, grabbing at his hair and he hummed.
“So desperate” He said against your skin, grasping your panties and pulling them down. You gasped at the cold air hitting your dripping core and he groaned at the sight.
He cupped your whole cunt with his hand, making your hips buck up into his touch and a low moan left your throat.
“Beautiful” He whispered and gave your thigh one last kiss. “Tell me if it's too much, okay?” He said and your heart melted.
“Okay” You breathed out and he smiled up at you. He took his hand away and you almost frowned when his lips wrapped around your clit and you moaned, bucking your hips against his mouth.
He smirked against you and put one hand over your hips to hold you still as he did wonders against your cunt. His tongue eating you out as if you were his last meal, ripping loud moans from your throat.
“Oh, fuck” You moaned, pulling at his hair “Sam– God” He hummed and groaned against your pussy sending jolts of pleasure through you.
He teased your hole with his finger, slowly entering you and stretching you out, hooking up and rubbing right at that spot and you moaned loudly.
“Jesus, fuck, right there– Shit” A string of curses left your mouth and he grinned proudly, adding another finger to your torture, making you cry out, his name slipping out of your lips.
You felt the knot inside of you tighten, your pussy clenching around his fingers and Sam knew you were about to cum.
“Cum for me, doll” He said and quickened his movements against you and your moans got louder.
“Fuck!” You groaned loudly as you finally came against his lips, your orgasm hitting you like a truck, your eyes closing in bliss, your fingers tightening in Sam's hair.
He helped you ride your orgams until the stimulation got almost painful and you started to try and close your legs.
“T'much, Sam–” You moaned and he pulled away, your juices shining against his face as he got up from his knees and grasped your waist tightly, smashing his lips against you, the foreign taste of yourself lingering on his tongue as he attacked your mouth.
“Taste as sweet as you look” He praises and you smirked.
You glance down at his still covered legs and crotch, the tent in his pants looked almost painful and you bit your lip. He noticed that and took you in his arms again, wrapping your legs around his hips, making your sensitive core grind against his jeans and you whined.
“As much as I'd like to bend you over that table and fuck you senseless” He said, getting closer to your ear and whispering: “I want to fuck you on a bed to see your cockdrunk face when I make you cum”
You shivered, not expecting these words coming out of his mouth and you attacked his neck with kisses and bites.
“My bedroom is down the hall, on the right” You mumbled against his skin, breathless, and he carried you to the room, his hands squeezing and digging in your ass as you continued marking his skin.
He gently placed you on the bed, kissing your lips hungrily and you led one of your hands down to his crotch, palming him through his jeans and he pulled away from your lips to groan, his forehead against yours.
“Fuck me, Sam” You breathed out and he kissed you one last time before standing up and unbuckling his belt and opening his zipper, dropping his pants to the ground and taking off his shoes.
You were staring, eating him with your eyes as he took off his boxers teasingly slow, stepping out of them and looking at your face for a reaction.
Your mouth watered and your pussy clenched around nothing. He was big. You expected him to be large, he was tall after all but you still were very shocked and wondered if you'd be able to take it all.
Sam seemed to notice your worries and grasped your chin to give your lips a comforting kiss. He wasn't cocky but he was aware of his size and knew it could be intimidating.
“We'll go slow, baby, if you want to stop, just say” He assured you and you felt all fuzzy and warm on the inside. It was hard to find men that actually cared and it seemed like you hit the jackpot with Sam. You nodded and he crawled over you, smashing your lips against his again.
He rubbed his cock up and down a couple times and lined it up with your entrance making you whine in anticipation. He slowly pushed into you and you pulled away to let your mouth hang open in a soundless moan.
Sam made sure to distract you from the pain, rubbing your thighs up and down and kissing your neck and collarbones. It took everything inside him to not pound into you. You tightened around him deliciously and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.
“You feel so fucking good Y/N, God” He whisper-moaned against your ear and you hummed, your nails digging into his shoulders, definetly leaving marks to remind him for a couple days of this encounter.
“I feel so full, it feels so good” You moaned breathy as he was almost all the way inside you, his kisses soothing your hot skin, his fingernails marking your hips as he held back to let you adjust to his size once he was all the way inside.
You felt him in your throat and it took you a couple of moments to let the pain turn into pleasure and Sam was willing to wait as long as you needed.
When you finally stopped feeling the pain of the stretch you wiggled your hips against his cock and grabbed his cheek to give him a messy kiss.
“You can move, please” You said and he pulled back and forth, both of you moaning at the feeling, his dick hitting deeper than you thought was possible.
“Y/N” Sam moans against your shoulder, his strokes inside you making his whole body tremble with the tightness. His hand roams down your body until it reaches your lower stomach. He presses his hand down against your skin and you moan loudly. He grins, his breathing heavy as his hair makes a curtain around his face.
“Oh– fucking God!” You practically scream, your eyes rolling back as your nails scratch at his shoulder. He felt impossibly deeper and he quickened his thrusts, your whole body going limp and your mouth letting out incoherent babbles and moans of his name.
He was panting as he held himself up in his elbows to look at your fucked out face, kissing your cheeks and your lower lip.
“You look so pretty like this” He said against your skin as he kept his thrusts steady and deep. "I told you I wanted to look at your pretty face...when you came undone under me."
You felt your skin tingle, your body trembling and that familiar feeling on the pit of your stomach like a fire lighting up.
"The looks you were giving me..." He groaned against your skin, his hips sttutering as his orgasm came closer "I wanted to make those beautiful eyes roll back the moment I saw you" He admitted, giving your neck a harsh bite, definetly leaving a mark.
“Sam!” You moaned out, your hand tangling itself into his hair. “I'm cumming” You warned and he quickened his pace and your head shot back, exposing your throat to him.
“Cum for me beautiful” He said, leaving a hickey just below your jaw.
You unraveled below him with a loud moan of his name, your heels digging into his ass. A few more thrusts and Sam pulled out, stroking his cock one, two, three times until he came over your stomach, groaning and panting your name.
You looked at his face, sweat sticking some hairs on his face, his eyes closed, mouth agape and his hair a mess thanks to your hands.
You smiled in a daze and traced your fingers over his face and he opened his eyes, catching you already looking back at him. He leaned down and kissed you passionately for a couple seconds until he pulled away and stood up to go to your bathroom.
He came back with a wet towel to clean you up, gentle in your sensitive sex then he left the towel on the bathroom sink and layed down on the bed beside you again, pulling you into his chest and kissing the crown of your head.
You hummed as he wrapped his arms around you, massaging your sore muscles.
“That was…” You said, not finishing. No words were able to describe what you felt.
“Yeah, it was” He confirmed, smiling.
You snuggled into his chest, your hand tracing mindless patterns against his skin. Then you started to chuckle and he looked down at you.
“What?” He said with a hint of a laugh behind his tone.
“Your brother must be pissed” You said between laughs and he started to laugh too, feeling his chest vibrating against your cheek as his hand stroked your upper arm.
“I don't care, this, you, was worth it” He said and you looked up at him with a shy smile, not knowing what else to say.
After a while of silence between the two of you you started to think a bit.
“You're leaving town soon, right?” You asked and he hummed an affirmation. You hid your frown from him. “You're welcome back anytime, you know that, right?"
You said but didn't look at his face when you felt him looking down at you and he squeezed your arm as if to say I know.
You started to fall asleep against his steady breathing, your eyes heavy.
As you were almost sleeping you felt him leave a kiss on your forehead.
“I will” He whispered and you smiled to yourself, letting yourself fall asleep in his embrace.
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hauntedwitch04 · 6 months
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Hate sex with Regulus Black 
Dirty talk with Dean Winchester 
Sex pollen  with Azriel  
Daddy kink with Steve Harrington 
Body worship with Rhysand 
 Size kink with Sam Winchester 
 Orgasm denial with James Potter 
 Public sex with Nyx Acheron
 Somnophilia with Regulus Black 
 Thigh-riding with Cassian
 Breeding with Remus Lupin 
 Tit-fucking with Dean Winchester  
 Caught masturbation with Steve Harrington 
 Innocent with Remus Lupin
 Brat taming with Eris Vanserra 
 Toys with Sirius Black 
 Mommy kink with Nesta Acheron 
 Lingerie with  Rhysand 
Overstimulation with James Potter 
Face sitting with Sam Winchester 
Praise kink with Sirius Black 
Corruption with Priest!Sam Winchester 
Shadow play with Azriel 
Spanking with Remus Lupin 
Car sex with Dean Winchester 
Threesome with Nesta Acheron and Cassian 
Omegaverse with Dean Winchester
Cockwarming with Eris Vanserra
Phone sex with Sam Winchester 
Bondage with Azriel 
Roleplay with REGULUS BLACK (chosen by you)
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screeching-bunny · 11 months
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Yandere! Supernatural Harem
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Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’
A/N: This idea was inspired by a Reddit prompt.
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Ever since you were little, you’ve always attracted unwanted attention from supernatural creatures. You were like a magnet, a special enigma that only certain entities were aware of. Werewolves would try to take you to their dens, sirens would always try to lull you towards the sea with their voices, fairies would try to guide you to their forbidden forests. The list could go on and on.
Mythological creatures thought to be made up scary bedtime stories would always line up outside your door. It didn’t matter how old you were. Childhood memories consisted of these monsters trying to kidnap and force an adoption upon you. Teenage/adult years consisted of marriage proposals and courtship. No matter where you were, there was always a stalker up your trail following you.
Having friends was basically impossible. Every interaction you’ve had with another person has always ended up badly for them. Whether they be mutilated beyond recognition or become a seeping liquid you knew better then to go out and make friends. Thankfully, you’re family was never harmed by this ordeal and you moved as far away from them as possible to keep them safe.
Currently, you have a dilemma on your hands and right now it’s because of a certain Naga.
“Do you like my skin?” He asked in a tense voice. As he stands before you with his long serpent tail wagging through the air like a dog.
“It’s very pretty” You knew better than this. You felt like an absolute fool for picking up his shedded skin. Honestly, you should have just ignore it and went on with your day as if nothing was there.
“I’m so happy you think that way. If you like it that much let’s get married and I can give you as much as your pretty little heart desires. I’m so happy I decided to approach you. It took me months of prepping and working my skin to make sure that it shined brightly when it came off”
“It’s happening again,” you thought. Interactions like this happen on a daily basis. It would be strange not to see one marriage proposal a day from these guys. No matter what you did or how much you changed your appearance, these guys would always come back with eyes filled with love. Everyone of those supernatural creatures had their own unique version of courting and expressing their love.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t think I’m ready for marriage”
“You don’t have to be, as long as you come back with me I’ll make sure to treat you right and absolutely worship you. Being in your presence and being the only thing to brace your eyes is enough for me.
“I need some time to think about this, my emotions are still unclear”
“I understand this concern of yours and shall agree to give some time to ponder about this. However, I shall be coming back within a month's time and if you are still unsure I will take you back with me whether you like it or not” The naga states as slithers out of your yard and back into the forest.
The day just started and you were already exhausted. It honestly did not matter if he came back or not because, as said before, at least one supernatural creature was at your side. When he comes back, there would most likely be a bloodthirsty fight between two entities and you were sure as hell not going to get in the way by stopping the fight.
Well, there’s no use in moping around might as well just go back inside to make dinner for yourself. Walking towards your kitchen you go to pick up some food but before you could everything in your house was being knocked over.
“Seriously, again?!” You were honestly getting so sick of this. Your ghost admirer seemed to have barged into your home and was making a mess of it.
“If you’re going to stay here you might as well help me cook dinner” Honestly, the audacity of this man has you appalled. Out of all your obsessive admirers, the ghosts were definitely the most annoying. Every single day they always barge into your home and there’s nothing you can do about it because they can quite literally go through your walls.
“I’ll do it but only if you call me husband” he says lovingly as he starts to make his form appear visible to your eyes.
“Please, husband” And just like that, ingredients start to fly through the air. Hey, I mean who are you to deny free labor. If they're always going to make an appearance in your life might as well just make them useful.
After dinner, you decided to take a long needed bubble bath. Sometimes you wonder what life would be like if you were just a normal and average person. It didn’t really even matter anyways, it’s not like those wishes would ever become a reality.
Moving your way out of the bathroom you start to make your way to bed. As you lay there your eyes begin to droop and sleep begin to succumb to you.
It would have been a peaceful scene had it not been for the vampire staring at you through your window…
Pt.2
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via-l0ve · 8 months
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How do you think the Spn guys would react to having a wealt dream about the reader.
Wet Dreams (SPN pref!)🩷
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a/n: this is spicy ehehe. i hope you all enjoy!!! (no crowley bc i suck ass)
warnings: suggestive, mentions of sex, descriptions of sex, swearing
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Dean:
his dream was so vivid
you riding him and grabbing at his hair
he’s sweating and your voice wakes him up.
“dean? wake up it’s 9am. we gotta go!!”
at first he feels guilty but he dosent after a minute
Dean is such a little shit
he wakes up and is like
“damn. that was the best dream-“
he makes sure to tell you
“i had a dream about you last night.”
“oh? what kind of dream?”
“…”
“dean?”
he just smirks and walks off lol
i think he’d be hoping it happens again lowkey bc wowowowowow
he can’t get enough of you
Sam:
he’s dreaming of literally pounding into you and kissing your neck and your moans reverberating through the motel
he wakes up and he came in his boxers and he feels SO GUILTY but so good
he can’t look at you without blushing and stuttering
he’s so turned on every time he sees you
you definitely notice and tease him for it
he eventually gets tired of the teasing and fucks your brains out
Castiel:
POOR BABY IS SOOOO GUILTY
he feels so gross for imagining you in such sexual situations
the dream was of you giving him a blowjob, your eyes were glowing and he was moaning and it was like heaven for Cas
but he felt so guilty
it it felt sooooooo good
he’s blunt about it
“i had a sexual dream involving you, y/n. i have to be honest because i am feeling very guilty about it.”
PLEASE tell him you guys can recreate the dream he will DIEEE
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canyouimaginethatstory · 10 months
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One Night Standards (Dean X Reader)
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Being a hunter was hard and rewarding when you saved someone or stopped a monster but it was incredibly lonely. Loneliness like that could make some ruthless. So one night stands were usually the way to go when seeking an intimate moment. You were no exception of course. Do the deed and go. That's how it worked. And if the time was right you ever only slept with one person when the urge would come. And that was none other than Dean Winchester. He understood the rules of a one night just like you did.
No staying longer than a few hours to overnight. No sharing personal or emotional moments. No romantic gestures. No exchanging numbers or any form of contact. And most importantly no forming feelings. It sounds harsh but in the hunting life romance was an extremely rare occurrence and for most, it ended badly. You and Dean first hooked up when randomly meeting at a bar. You both had different cases in the town you were in. One drink lead to another and you had to admit he was amazing. At first, you two would run into each other at random times and just let yourselves loose with each other for the night. With Dean, it was safe and comforting and man was it the hottest moments you'd ever had. These hookups lead you to break one of the rules. No exchanging contacts.
You hadn't even given it a second thought. Neither of you did. Both thinking you could keep an eye out when you were in the same area and meet up for the random night of passion you've both unknowingly come to crave. Just getting that "wanna get a drink?" text became something you looked forward to upon finding out you two were in the same area.
Having sex with Dean was just pure bliss. The way he touched you. Kissed you. explored your body in ways that always took you way over the edge. It was like Dean Winchester was made for a woman's absolute pleasure. Soon without either of you realizing it the sexual moments you shared became deeper. More affectionate than a typical one night stand should be. This caused you yet again to break another rule unknown to you both. No spending longer than overnight together. It started off as a weekend here and there. But soon you were practically hunting with him and Sam. You went through a lot with the boys. Especially since you and Dean did most of the footwork as Sam stayed back and did research. Which caused yet another rule to secretly become broken. No forming feelings. When they started you didn't notice them at first. But over time you noticed, that you were being affectionate with Dean in ways you never had before. It started with cuddling. Before you and Dean would have sex and then sleep that was it. But lately, you would find yourself snuggled up into his side or he would have his arm over you when you woke up. Then when you two were saying goodbye you would either hug him or he would kiss your cheek. Then more intimate and caring touches happened from giving each other massages when one was sore from a hunt or Dean holding you on the rare occasion you would break down after a rather stressful than usual day.
Then you two started talking. Sharing things and opening up to each other. It flowed so naturally between the two of you. No matter if it was serious or silly it just felt so natural. You kept telling yourself none of it was serious. Then it happened. One night while you and Dean were getting cozy and talking sweetly to each other he made you giggle and three little words slipped right out. Your eyes widened as did Dean's. You panicked and hurried out of the hotel room before he could respond. You ran down the street to the little diner you guys passed on the way to the hotel. You just sat there at a booth for a while sipping on a cup of coffee. You felt so stupid. How could you let that slip out? how could you let yourself fall? You knew better! You sat there scolding yourself until you felt a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder. You looked up and met the bright green eyes you'd come to love getting lost in. He softly smiled at you as he slid into the seat across from you.
You rambled an apology but Dean silenced it by gently grabbing your hand. He looked at you softly and it oddly helped calm you. He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a feather light kiss on your knuckles before repeating those same three words back. "I love you too,".
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themadhalewrites · 2 years
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Papa Crowley
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/s Includes: Crowley and Reader
Word Count: 193
When your mom made a deal with the demon Crowley, your mom thought you were just wiped from the earth. Your mom made a deal to find true love which you thought was stupid since you thought at 8 the true love was between parent and child but that thought was shattered the day of the deal. Now at 14 you had learnt parents don’t always love their children but also that not all parents are biological. Crowley or Papa Crowley as you call him had not wiped you off earth but instead sent you to a small house in the woods just for you and him. He let you decorate your room how you wanted it and even adopted you and took you to school every school day. You got to play sports and even have friends over. When Crowley took over as leader of the demons he was still there at every game, play and dance recital, he still took you to school and helped you with homework. No matter how busy he got, his first priority was and is always you. Papa Crowley and his human child against the world.
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skellyagogo · 6 months
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Dean- Uninterrupted
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Summary: You are hell-bent on giving him what he needs the most
Warnings: None just utter fluff
Dean Winchester, the world's hardest working unknown hero laid out stone cold asleep on his stomach. A tiny trail of drool slipped out of his parted lips. His freckled features caught somewhere between old and young. Overworked, overtired. Too stubborn to take a break, and even more unwilling to take care of himself at all. It was as if he was physically unable to put himself first for once.
'Do NOT Disturb Under Penalty of Humiliation! Unless the Bunker is on fire, Sam is dying or Led Zepplin is miraculously going back on tour DO NOT DISTURB!!'
That was what the hand-written sign said that she'd hung on the door before she'd gone to sleep. She marked the bedroom warding against witches, demons, angels, and everything else she could think of while he slept soundly. The door was locked and barricaded which was a feat itself to accomplish and not make a sound while he slumbered.
He needed the rest, his body had been screaming for days to recharge but childhood traumas had taught him to look out for others at the expense of himself. The tremendous amount of guilt flooded him every time he even thought about doing something for himself. He was the eldest, the protector, the one that had the weight of the world thrust upon him with no way of shaking it loose himself.
She decided for him that he was going to come first for once. That his needs would be of utmost importance, the only thing that needed attention. It was crazy the lengths she went to just to accomplish it too, but it'd be worth it in the end. Worth it to see some life in his eyes again, to see the exhausted lines disappear from his face. Maybe he'd even smile and actually mean it instead of the facade he wore, the mask to show that everything was alright despite the lie.
Curled behind him in their shared bed listening to a sleepy 'hmm' rumble in his throat. He'd never admit how much he loved it when she was the big spoon. Dean would never say aloud the safety he felt wrapped up in her arms. It killed him how vulnerable it made him feel yet so loved at the same time. He could only figure that it was how she felt when he held her.  
"Time is it baby?" Dean rasped in his sleepy voice while lacing his fingers through hers.
"Too early to be awake." Kissing his neck, nuzzling her face against his skin squeezing him tight until both were asleep.
Hours later when she'd awoken from her slumber she found herself still curled on her side holding onto Dean but he'd turned around in his sleep. Their limbs tangled together, her head resting on his bicep while his arms locked around her. Nose to nose.  
Dean appeared younger somehow as if the extra sleep had given him bits of his youth back. Sunkissed skin speckled with freckles. Teeny faint laugh lines around his eyes and mouth were the only signs of aging but he was aging like fine wine. Blessed with the chiseled features of a Greek god.  
Her eyes drifted down watching the slowed rise and fall of his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart in his rested state. He slept better when she was beside him, a little fact he let slip early on in their relationship.  
Dean had been slightly tipsy and feeling good after a night out at a local bar while on a hunt. Clumsily reaching for her while softly giggling. Mumbling through an exhausted yawn that felt her warmth while hugging him was better than a blanket straight from the dryer. That hugging her, holding her was the only time in ages that he'd been able to sleep peacefully, without nightmares. 
He'd never say it outloud but the way her fingers wound through his hair, nails scratching at the nape of his neck was a feeling almost better than sex. He couldn't explain how soothing it was. How a touch as soft as hers held the power to bring him to his knees and have him begging for more. 
Dean was unfairly naturally handsome but never more so than in moments like this fast asleep. She was lost in thought envying his long eyelashes she missed his groggy smile. 
"Not nice to stare darlin'." Rumbled out in his raspy morning voice as he blinked awake taking in the sight of her tender smile.
"Can't help myself."  
He pulled her atop him with ease. Hands on her hips, thumbs rubbing circles. Leaning up for greedy lazy kisses knowing it was her kryptonite.
"Gonna tell me bout the door & the sigils?" Quirking high a brow, kissing the tip of her nose. Not a hint of worry or anger just amusement.
"Just saving my ruggedly handsome but overly stubborn man from himself."
"Mhm." Skepticism kicked in as he furrowed his brows. The lines crinkled around his eyes.
"You... you needed sleep, lots of sleep." She avoided his gaze at all costs believing that this might have been the thing to finally cross a line with Dean.
"Okay."  
That was all he said and not what she expected either. He pulled her down on top of his chest, arms wrapped tightly around her back. The sigh he let loose was deep and heavy and unlike any sound, she'd heard from him. Dean tucked the blankets around them & kissed the top of her head. 
"Okay?" Peering at him with a cynical glare. "You're not gonna argue? No fuss, no pouting, stubbornness?"
"Nope." Fluffing his pillow getting comfortable again.
"No excuses to run off and do this and that and the other?"
"Nah uh." Chuckling low and gruff cupping her face. "If you're that worried about me to sleep then I guess I gotta listen."
"Where's my Dean?!"
"Shut up or I'm gonna go work on the car." Daring her through a smirk.
She nuzzled into his neck as comfortably as she could get.
"Love you," he professed quietly while dozing off. She was better than a weighted blanket. 
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 5 months
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kinktober, day nineteen
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a/n: this idea wasn’t originally for these two, but damn if it doesn’t fit super well 
summary: “you know, Sam is gonna notice if I’m gone for too long…”
warnings: bf!dean winchester x reader x sam winchester, smut, dubcon, established relationship, love triangle, phone sex, mutual masturbation, toys, dirty talk, having a huge crush on your boyfriend's brother, cheating, kissing, pussyjob, allusion to sex, slight orgasm denial, slight edging
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“Dean,” you raised your phone up to your ear and peeled your eyes away from the heavy tome cracked open on the table before you, “hi!”
“Hey beautiful,” his deep timbre rumbled warmly, “how’s it going over there?”
“Oh, you know,” you peeked over at Sam who glanced from his similarly hefty book, “slow,” you watched his eyes flicker back down to the page as he got the gist of the casual call, “it’s a lot of research to get through…” shooting your chair back, you stood up, absentmindedly pushing it back into place as you asked, “how about you? Are you still on the road?”
“Nope, I just got here a few hours ago,” your vision lingered on Sam’s long fingers as they ghosted their way down the page he was reading, “I was just about to go over and check the place out,” your teeth tensely seized your bottom lip as you slowly whirled around and took a few paces away. Picking up on your silence, Dean gently poked, “what?”
Hand apprehensively tapping against your thigh, you lowered your voice to admit, “I just don’t like the idea of you being all the way up there on your own…”
“I’m barely a day’s drive away,” you heard him let out a soft sigh. 
“But what if something happens?” your feet carried you out into the hallway, the younger Winchester still visible to your wandering eye.  
“Babe, I can take care of myself,” he pointed out with a small chuckle. 
“I know that…”
“I’ve checked out hundreds of things by myself, this time is no different, it’s just a little ghost, I’ll be fine,” he reassured you. Spine melting against one of the cool walls, you watched as Sam’s hazel glare locked on you as it so often did, effectively causing goosebumps to erupt, ones that didn’t fade in the slightest as Dean then cheekily enquired, “is it because I can’t take care of you from all the way up here?”
Breathy chuckle rolling off your lips, you averted your gaze and humoured him, “well you said it, not me.”
“Who says that I can’t?” you could practically hear the smug smirk through the phone. 
“Dean,” your head shook lightly from side to side.
Letting out a groan that made your cunt clench, “love it when you say my name…”
“I am supposed to be doing research,” a laugh bubbled out through your groan. 
“So, take a break.”
Casting one last glance back at the tall man sitting at the long table, you couldn’t help but give in with a playful, “I hate you.”
“Sure, you do,” he chuckled sarcastically as you scurried into your room just on the right, “was that the sound of a door closing?”
“It was,” you then purposefully flopped down on the mattress loud enough for the frame to creak, “and that was the sound of me laying down on my bed.”
“Atta girl,” he practically purred, “what are you wearing?”
“You are so cliché,” you giggled, staring up at the ceiling. 
“Oh, come on, you love it.”
Exhaling slowly, you counted, “t-shirt and a pair of jeans.”
Humming contently, you then heard him suggest, “why don’t you take those pants off for me?”
“You know, Sam is gonna notice if I’m gone for too long…”
“So? He doesn’t need you to babysit him. Just stop thinking about the research for a bit, just be here with me, relax, you clearly need it.” 
Exhaling slowly, you unbuttoned your trousers and wiggled them down your legs, “alright,” you kicked them to the floor at the foot of the bed, “they’re off.” 
“Are you touching yourself?” his deep voice tickled your ear and shot straight down to your core. 
“Not yet,” your thighs instinctively squeezed together, hips rolling gently as your free hand began to drift south. 
“Good, don’t. Not until I tell you to, okay?” 
Halting your hand in its tracks, it clenched into a fist as you chuckled, “you’re such an ass.” 
“I know, but I’m an ass who can make you cum straight into next week,” he bragged as you reached up to readjust the pillows, mushing them perfectly under your head, “Y/n, relax, shut that beautiful brain of yours off a second and just do as I say, promise it’ll be worth it,” 
“Fine, I promise I won’t,” you exhaled with a light eye-roll, “are you touching yourself?” 
“Do you know how hard it is not to when listening to your voice?” you suddenly noticed how ragged his tone was, “I just have to think about you and I’m fucking throbbing, baby,” you heard him spit in his free palm before sloppy strokes began to echo through the receiver, a melody alone that made you note just how torturously the ache between your thighs was, “shit,” he groaned shamelessly, “I wish it was you touching me… you fucking playing with me, teasing the shit out of me like you do when you’re sitting on my face… leaking down on my tongue… creaming from just a little kiss…” 
Bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you breathed, “Dean…”
“You know what I was thinking about just before I called you?”
“What?” your airy answer rushed out quicker than you’d like. He certainly had you hooked now… 
“That time in the car…”
“Which one?” you let out a light laugh. 
“That first time in the car. You remember how impatient you were? Couldn’t even wait till we got back to the motel.”
“I wasn’t impatient,” you defended, “you were just a tease.” 
“I was a tease? You were the one who climbed into my seat.” 
“Well, you were the one who invited me into your seat.” 
“Yeah, I was,” you didn’t have to see his face to know the huge smirk that had bloomed, “but it worked, didn’t it? Your legs didn’t stop shaking till the next day…”
Eyes lightly rolling in your skull, you tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing the immense power he had over you, “you will never let me down for that, will you?” 
“I still remember what it was like hearing you moan for the first time… shit,” he brazenly let you hear every last lavish jerk he let himself relish in, “it was so hard not to burst right then and there… I had never heard anything as hot as that before…”
“Dean…” you whined, hips gently rolling though not giving any relief whatsoever, “can I-… can I please touch myself?”
“Why?” he teased, not slowing his own pleasure down one bit, “is this turning you on? Are you getting wet for me?”
“Dean,” you sounded downright pathetic at this point. Yet another thing for the memory banks that he could mock you endlessly about. 
“You didn’t answer my question, sweetheart,” he croaked, “reach down and feel for me, but don’t play with yourself, just feel…”
“You are so mean…” you grumbled light-heartedly as you finally slipped your free fingers below the waist of your panties. 
“Is that a yes?” he challenged. 
“Yes, yes, I’m really fucking wet,” you admitted begrudgingly, nearly whimpering as you retracted your hand, a sinful sheen now glazing the skin. 
“Good,” he crooned conceitedly, “now lift up your shirt and play with those tits,” though it wasn’t the place you longed to caress, you still rushed to fulfil his request, “what I wouldn’t give to touch them right now…” your breathing grew more ragged as your hand switched from one to the other in a lewd little massage, “they’re so fucking perfect… so soft, so pretty,” you gave the pebbly nipple right above your heart a harsh pinch, just like how Dean’s greedy fingers liked to do it, “and when you’re lying on your back and I thrust up into you just right, the way that makes them jiggle?” your cunt clenched at the image, “fuck… hypnotize me, why don’t you? Call me your slave because I’ll follow you anywhere…” dizzying breathes flowing from your lips, your boyfriend was only silent a second, enjoying what little you gave him before he finally said, “hey, baby?” a fuzzy hum immediately rushing out of you, “be a good girl and play with that pretty little pussy for me, yeah? Make it feel real good…”
You might as well have been set aflame with turned on you were. It almost felt like you electrocuted yourself when you finally rubbed your aching clit. 
“Fuck, Dean!” your form thrashed atop the bed. 
“Lower the phone, sweetheart. Let me hear how wet that pussy is,” to which you briefly brought it down to catch more of the lewd soppy sounds echoing throughout the room with every needy caress, “christ, I wish I was there with you…”
Yanking your panties off completely, kicking them to the floor, you swiftly slid two fingers into your quivering hole, “I wish you were here too,” but the petiteness of your fingers caused you to let out a desperate whine, “fuck, Dean, I-…”
“What?” by the sound of his condescending tone it was obvious that he already knew the problem, “what’s wrong, baby?” 
“I feel so empty…” you nearly cried as your fingers pumped and pumped but just couldn’t get deep enough to scratch that itch. 
“Oh, are your pretty fingers not long enough? Not big enough to stretch that pussy out the way that she deserves, huh?”
“N-no.” 
Completely entranced by the melody his own efforts emitted, he promptly muttered, “do something for me then, yeah?”
“Huh?”
“Stop touching yourself.”
“What?” your movements slowed, but didn’t halt completely, “no, no!”
“Stop touching yourself and go get the toy in the bedside table,” painstakingly snatching your glistening digits back, you scurried over the mattress to the table on the right side. Ripping the drawer open, you couldn’t get your hands on the realistic-looking silicone fast enough, “you got it?”
“Yeah,” you crawled back to your previous spot and laid back down. 
“Good. Now give it a little kiss before letting your cunt feel it,” you brought the tip of the dildo up to your lips, giving it a gentle little lick before filling up your mouth more, “be nice, treat it like you’d treat me.” 
After releasing it from your peck with a pop, slobber clung to it as you lowered it down between your trembling thighs, “oh my god,” your eyes fluttered as you slid it inside, “Dean!” 
“That what you needed, babe?” you heard him chuckle. 
“Yes, fuck, it feels so good!” squeezing your eyes shut, you pumped it lavishly, “I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last with this.”
“Hold on, just a little bit longer, can you do that for me?” 
“Dean,” your plea came out as a moan. 
“Fuck, you sound so hot,” he panted, “don’t cum yet, baby, not yet,” obviously being painfully close himself, “shit, I wish I could see you right now, laying there, in your bed, fucking yourself for me, dripping all over those sheets,” your nails dug into the flared base of the toy, “I can’t wait to get home, baby. Feel that pussy clench around my cock again, maybe even keep that dildo close by to plug up your other holes… fucking hell, you wanna cum with me?”
“Yes!” you cried out. 
“Then go ahead, be a good girl and cum all over that toy,” removing your grip on the silicone, you briefly drifted your fingers up to give your clit the attention it was screaming for. 
But just before you were about to dance your digits back down to give the toy one last pump, it began to move on its own. Snapping your eyes open, you saw none other than Sam, grip firm on the base as he ploughed the dildo in and out of you, giving you exactly what you needed, “oh my god,” your eyes grew wide as they locked with his, though your fingers couldn’t seem to quit their needy circles over your puffy pearl, “oh my god,” holding his piercing gaze, you tumbled over the edge, “fuck!” 
Hearing your boyfriend swiftly follow suit, you just kept blinking back at his brother as he slowly pulled the toy out of your clenching cunt, “fuck, that was so good, baby, shit, I came so much over here.”
“Mhm…” you distantly hummed, chest heaving as you watched Sam swipe a finger over the toy, collecting some of your juices before swiftly letting his tongue have a taste.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get back home to you.”
“Y-yeah,” Sam’s eyes stayed locked with yours as he popped his finger back out, “me neither…”
“Just a day or so more and I’m all yours,” your hazy gaze fluttered down to spot Sam’s girth, freed and throbbing. 
“See you then,” you distantly spoke before hanging up and letting your phone drop to the mattress. 
Like a crack of thunder, before you even had time to register what it was that you were doing, the two of you clawed the other closer and locked your lips in a fevered kiss. Nails nearly digging through his clothes, it didn’t take long before your fingers enveloped Sam’s cock, the weight making your knees wobbly. 
 But just as quickly as you had collided like magnets, that’s how fast you pulled back again, “Sam-, shit…” palms planted on his chest, you shook your head in an effort to clear it, “this is bad, we can’t do this…”
“Don’t say that,” he plucked up your chin, “don’t fucking deny what’s going on between us, what’s been there since the very beginning.”
“But, what about-”
“I don’t give a shit about that,” both his hands came up to cup your face, “do you want me? Do you want me as much as I want you?” 
Blinking back at him, all you could do was wistfully tilt your head instead of uttering the truth, “Sam…”
“Because if you don’t, if you really don’t, then tell me to walk away and I will,” he slowly inched closer, a hand drifting down to grasp his cock to tease you with the tip that was already so desperately nudging against your core and getting soaked in your want, “tell me that you don’t want this, that you don’t want me…” he parted your petals with his dick, “tell me and I’ll go away…”
Breathlessly, blinking back into his dark gaze, instead of finding the words, you simply pulled him back in and gave him a kiss as confirmation.
A string of saliva still connecting your lips, his nose ghosted against yours as his teasing grew more confident, “you want it, huh? Tell me that you want me.”
“I want you,” you finally uttered after ages of suppressing the fevered desire. 
“Tell me again,” he nearly growled, catching your weeping hole at every electric flick through your folds. 
“I want you, please fuck me.”
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majickth · 1 year
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no thoughts, head empty, just mysterious small town au
grian is a journalist who got into some trouble after digging too deep into a missing persons’ case; pearl invites him over to stay in her small town since he needs the peace and quiet. he thinks itll just be a simple vacation, but finds the town and its inhabitants to be far more than they seem.
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