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memarrymilf · 2 years

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I Only Ever Wanted You

Lady Lesso x Clarissa Dovey

Leonora is a reader, the goddess across from her was not. That however did not stop them

AN: I just love them so much and I want them to be happy.

Leonora of Gavaldon, that is who she is, lonely Leonora. She wishes that she could remember a time when she wasn’t alone. She hadn’t made any friends here- always so sure that she was destined for more.

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid,

She had a feeling; this place would be different. A place where everyone was like her, where everyone would understand. She refuses to be that lonely girl once more.

so, I’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since.

She sat between them, her classmates, all of them dressed in black. She likes that- she felt like it made her belong. No one would think she wasn’t meant to be there if she looked like everyone else. On the other side of the hall, the enemy. She was quickly informed that they- the Evers- were the “good guys” and she was meant to be a villain. Even speaking with them was strictly forbidden.

They claimed that it had something to do with the order of things. She believed them. She felt someone staring, and when she searched for the eyes that had to be resting on her she met honey brown. Dark skin and pale hair, for a moment Leonora was convinced that she was looking into the face of an angel. That would have been less surprising than being scooped up by a branch bird and flown to a school that she was convinced was a fairy tale.

The first night you saw me, nothing was going to stop me.

Leonora wanted to know more. She was perfect, she didn’t know her name- who she was, but she knew just by looking at her that she was special, she was perfect. Leonora would know more; she would make sure of it.

nothing was going to stop me.

She didn’t want her to think that she was staring, so, she did the only logical thing that she could think of, she waved. The girl’s face shifted from perplexed to the brightest smile that Leonora had ever seen. She was certain that if she wasn’t already sitting her knees would have betrayed her.

This was wrong, she could feel it. This was against the rules- she had just gotten here and here she was preparing to break them.

How evil of her.

The Deans made their entrance, droning on about something that Leonora was convinced would not be nearly as important as looking at the goddess across from her. The speeches didn’t matter, not the way she did. No matter how hard she tried- she couldn’t keep her eyes away, couldn’t pull her focus from her. The girl that sat next to the goddess looked between the two of them raising her eyebrow.

What if I told you none of it was accidental?

The girl looked far too pleased, it irked her. When she looked back at the blonde beauty, she was met with a similar gaze to her own. The girl had a smile, and Leonora found herself wanting to do anything to keep it there.

Leonora knew that this would not be easy, it was against their rules. They wouldn’t make them easy to break.

You see all the wisest women had to do it this way.

When they left the hall back towards the school for evil, Leonora couldn’t help but look back at the girl. She was looking at her too. She made friends with a girl named Maleficent, she had wings and horns, and called herself a fae. Leonora had no idea what that meant, but she was sure that she would find out later. Maleficent told her about the forest where she had lived all her life, about the different creatures and what they did and what they looked like.

I laid the groundwork and then just like dominos cascaded in a line.

The classes were intriguing, and Leonora absorbed as much of the information as was humanly possible. During breakfast, lunch, and dinner, she would trade secret looks with the goddess, who she found out from Maleficent, was named Clarissa Dovey, the daughter of a fairy godmother. She did have that magical glow to her that Leonora could not comprehend. It seemed as if they had both come to the conclusion that the only way for them to keep trying these secret looks was by throwing almost merciless insults at each other.

I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian ‘cause I care.

They met in the woods between the two schools, learning everything they could from each other. They sat under the summer sun and basked in the warmth- not the warmth that the sun would provide, no, the warmth that came from holding onto one another.

They danced in the rain, and stared at the moon, Leonora would lay next to Clarissa on those summer nights and listen to her ramble about constellations. Leonora would sneak off to the library during the day and learn myths and stories about each star so she too would have something to share during those nights.

Back in Gavaldon Leonora rarely looked at the stars, there was no one there to share it with so what was the point- back then they were just stars. Now however the stars began to accumulate names and stories of their own, the stars became a map that would always lead back to Clarissa.

On more intimate nights when they would lay under the willow tree, wrapped up in each other’s arms, Leonora would chart the constellations in the freckles scattered so perfectly over Clarissa’s body. She named them all, giving them their own stories. Clarissa taught her how to curl her hair with her fingers, restoring them to what they were when she was young.

Clarissa made her way to her wish fish lesson with Y/N, she liked to believe that they were friends. Clarissa had no idea what was waiting for her, she was a first-year student here after all.

When the professor explained the lesson, she became nervous. What if she did the wrong thing? What if she truly wished for the wrong thing? What would these people think? Her mother would be upset, she just knew it.

When it was her turn, Y/N hit her side with their elbow, waking her from her trance. She made her way towards the water; she saw the glittering scales in the water. Slowly getting onto her knees, she reached out her finger and the water began to glow.

In the glow, she saw red curls and then blue eyes that pierced through her soul.

Her hand didn’t let go of the water and for a moment she thought the lake would consume her. A punishment for lusting after the enemy, for loving a villain.

A hand held hers and from the lake, Leonora emerged gasping for air and soaking wet. Clarissa grabbed onto her, hitting her back softly to relieve her of some of the water in her throat.

“Are you really that jealous of a Never’s looks Clarissa?” A girl laughed from the back. Clarissa paid her no mind too entranced by Leonora to even care about what was being said.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “She’s not jealous, they’re lesbians.”

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The new year was here and as Clarissa prepared to meet the new students that would be entrusted into her care, she could not help but feel that she envied them.

She missed those times when all she worried about was the next time she would be able to slip away to see Leonora in their special place, the space between. where two worlds came to meet, where she would never be out of reach.

The Evers were sat on their side of the Hall, the Nevers on the other, and Leonora next to her.

the turned the ring on her finger a few times, reminding herself that even though she couldn't reach out to Leonora right now, they would always be tied together. It would always be her; she would always be the one thing in Clarissa's life that was right. That was good.

As ironic as it may seem.

Lady Lesso was someone's happily ever after, and Clarissa Dovey was ever so grateful that it was hers.

#dovesso #lady lesso #clarissa dovey #school for good and evil #they're lesbians your honor #they are in love #why am i crying #why am i like this #x reader #why am i still alive #truuuueeeee loooovvvveeeee #honestly #someone save me #taylor swift lyrics #mastermind

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deanwinchesterswitch · 1 year

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February 2023 Fic Rec List

All kinds of genres, but I think mostly fluffy romance and smut. Not necessarily together. 🤣

Some new-to-me authors, too!

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Miscellaneous~

The Girl Called Sparrow ~ @watercolorfreckles. Author's Summary: None (Original Content; Fae x Human)

~MCU~

A Date With Danger ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Bucky x Reader)

My Heart is Still Yours ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Stever Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader)

No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Valentine Drabble; Clint Barton x Reader)

Sugar ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The Unexpected Valentine ~ @cockslutpadalecki. Author's Summary: When you decide to spend your ruined Valentines getaway alone, you’re thankful for the peace and quiet but when a mysterious stranger catches your eye, your Valentines weekend turns out better than you ever imagined.

~RPF~

Before The Show ~ @wayward-dreamer. Author's Summary: Y/N finds a way to help with Jensen’s nerves before the concert.

No Title ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Something About Fate... Chapter 1 ~ @jawritter. Author's Summary: Y/N has been homeless and living on the streets of Dallas, Texas since the start of Covid. Until one day, a handsome, green eyes strange notices her and turns her whole world upside down.

~Supernatural~

A Few Moments of Madness ~ @smellingofpoetry. Author's Summary: “There were several things he shouldn’t have done that night, one in particular. He shouldn’t have fucked her on the kitchen counter.”

All Along The White Line ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Take a drive to nowhere with your favorite Winchester…

Bubble Bath ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Caught Up In You ~ @lanea-1. Author's Summary: None (Dean x Reader)

I Don't Mind ~ @avanatural. Author's Summary: Four different hunts. Four shared motel rooms, four shared bathrooms, four shared beds. And four times that Y/N doesn’t mind getting closer to Dean.

Imagine Dean being flirty whenever you have to work alone together on a case... ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Imagine/Drabble)

In Living Color ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Y/N never knew how much color existed in the world till a green-eyed hunter stumbled into her path.

Love is in the little things ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Dean shows the reader he cares as they bond over the season finale of ‘Dr Sexy MD’.

Magical Blooms ~ @iprobablyshipit91. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

Mine ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Dean gets a little rough with you, leaving lovely little marks behind so you remember who owns you…

No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Valentine Drabble; Dean x Reader

No Title ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean x GN Reader)

Nothing Left To Say ~ @kittenofdoomage. Author's Summary: You let it lie too long, and now it’s time to move on. It’s escaping unnoticed that’s the problem.

She Smiles ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

So, How 'Bout It? ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

Used to This-Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V ~ @trexrambling. Author's Summary: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

~The Boys~

Checkerboard ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: You’re not a supe. You’re breakable. Soldier Boy sometimes forgets that.

No Title ~ @charnelhouse. Author's Summary: None (Soldier Boy x F!Reader)

~Top Gun: Maverick~

Stick The Landing-Part 1-No One's In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Good news, they made it to the safe house. Bad news, a blizzard hinders their rescue. (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh 'Rodeo')

Personal Vegas-Part 2-No One's In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: As much as Jake would like everyone to believe he’s the terminator, Ryleigh doesn’t buy it. Stranded for a few days, she tries to discover who he is when no one else is in the room. Jake worries about being vulnerable and doesn’t make it easy for her. (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh 'Rodeo')

On Patreon

~Supernatural~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Colder Weather ~ Summary: Dean’s always been the one for you, but his life - hunting, fighting, almost dying constantly- it hasn’t given you a chance to try. Until one day, things seem to change…

Every Inch of You ~ Summary: None (Dean x Reader)

Of Whipped Cream and Body Heat ~ Summary: After getting jumped on a hunt, Y/N and Dean find themselves locked in a walk-in refrigerator. Can they brave the cold and each other's temper until Sam sets them free?

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 6-9 ~ Summary: Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man. A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #fic recs #february 2023 #030623

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riveramorylunar · 1 year

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#Leonora Lesso x Reader #Lady Lesso x Reader #Leonora Lesso #Lady Lesso #Leonora Lesso my Handsome Dean Of Evil 🔥🪄#Maria Hill x Reader #Maria Hill #Agent Hill #Mar Mar My Baby💙🖤#Dark Leonora Lesso #Dark Maria Hill #TSFGAE #MCU

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seljepw · 6 years

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Over the Hills and Far Away- Episode 8

A/N: I'm so sorry I'm late with this installment, guys. It's almost twice as long as the others, and I had some issues getting the smut just right... Hopefully it will be worth the wait!!

The Road so Far: The reader- who Bobby adopted at 6 years old- is half Faerie. She was bred for the sole purpose of being the traditional Tithe to Hell- the deal that lets faeries keep their immortality. Now, her destiny has caught up with her, and she, Dean, Sam, Bobby, and Sarah (Remember her? From season one?) are trapped in a pocket dimension of Faerie land, and Hell is on it's way when the sun sets. Also, because metaphysical loopholes, Dean is bound to join Y/N in Hell, and everyone else is stuck in Faerie forevermore.

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: THERE IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. Be prepared for strong language, unprotected sex (you know this is pretend, right?), and lots and lots of angst. (You guys might be going to Hell, ok? There's some feelings about that...)

Then:

“Ok,” she said, looking around the shack, “we need something to use as paint. Devil’s trap on the floor, sigils on the windows. We are going dark until this shit blows over.”

“Blows over?” Sam looked at her, incredulous. “Sarah, we’re stuck in an alternate dimension, waiting for the freaking King of Hell to come and drag away our sister-in-law! It’s not gonna just blow over!”

“Maybe not,” said Bobby, “but that don’t mean we just sit here twirlin’ on our thumbs.” He had cut his own arm, and was already using his blood to draw a warding sigil on the window over the sink.

Now:

By the time the sun had risen, you were sitting at the table with Sam and Sarah. Bobby was passed out on the narrow bed, and Dean was snoring lightly from the one cushioned chair in the shack. His face looked sallow next to the tattered orange corduroy of the chair’s upholstery. He had long ago learned the soldier’s trick of sleeping when you can, where you can. Unfortunately, that skill eluded you at the moment. So, you let out a deep sigh and reviewed your fortifications once more.

Standard devil’s trap in both doorways. Warding sigils- in a combination of blood, paint, duct tape, and deep gashes in the wood- plastered across any vertical surface. Sam’s Volvo was now parked like a barricade in front of the shack, and the other two cars were playing sentry in the flower-packed field behind your tiny fortress. You each had at least two weapons on hand (the silver knife at your back had been joined by Bobby’s revolver, stashed in your boot). The rest of your small arsenal was arranged on the table, gleaming in the gathering dawn.

It was damn handy to have such a paranoid bastard for an adopted father. Even in a made-up universe, Bobby wouldn’t be Bobby without a rainy-day stash of deadlies. Along with your new boot accessory, he had produced not just the Colt, but the demon knife and a sawed-off shotgun from his trunk. The handful of knives from the earlier houses rounded out the collection. Still, it was a depressingly small armory. And you had no way of knowing what you would have to face. Would Crowley come alone, or with an army? Would he be open to negotiating, or would he just sic a pack of hellhounds on you and call it a day? The thoughts chased each other around in your mind, as they had done for the past several hours. You were getting dizzy and exhausted.

Sam and Sarah had been pouring over the little blue Faerie book, taking notes and discussing possible modes of defence for the past three hours. The first time Sam looked up was when you growled impatiently and shoved yourself out of your chair.

“Y/N. Where do you think you’re going?” he hissed at you.

Dean gasped and came fully awake at the sound. Soldier sleep only lasts as long as it can, then it’s back to consciousness all at once. His fist was closing around the machete in his lap before he had even exhaled. “Whashapenin’?” he huffed. “Crowley?”

“No. Sorry I woke you. I just can’t stand being cooped up here anymore,” you said as you paced around the tiny room. Your hands raked through your hair and your shoulders wouldn’t stay still.

Bobby sat up and gave you his ‘worried daddy’ look. It was half reservation, half resignation. He knew you never did well being cloistered for long. You needed open sky and fresh air. So, being the good dad he was, he tilted his head to the back door.

“Go on, princess. But don’t you dare leave that field, and if anything happens, you holler at the top of your lungs, and we’ll come runnin’.”

Dean moved across the tiny room, assuming that he would be joining you on your walkabout, but you placed your hand firmly on his chest.

“No, Love. I just need to be by myself for a bit. Give me a few minutes, ok?”

In the dawn light, his eyes looked like peridot. It’s funny the things you notice when you’re getting ready to die, you thought. Those gold-green eyes searched yours for a long moment. He must have found what he was looking for, because he simply cupped your face in his hands, pressed a kiss between your brows and said, “Ok, Hermione. You do what you gotta. I’ll come out to check on you in a few.”

You walked out of the back door, leaving the silence of concerned people behind you. Bobby didn’t even insist that you take a coat.

You walked a slow circuit around the edges of the field, collecting a few flowers and brushing away the curious bees. The sun was beating down, but the breeze that played across your bare arms and shoulders kept it from being unbearably hot. You let your head fall back, and lifted your face to the sunshine. It was amazing, this cage the Fae had built for you. So detailed, so intricate. And they saw it as a privilege- an immensely precious gift that they had given to a totally unworthy thing. You found it insulting. If there was one thing you had learned in your life as a hunter, it was the value of truth. This place was one huge, condescending lie.

As you reached the shack again, you smiled despite yourself. Dean was lounging on the Impala’s hood, his fingers laced across his chest and his head resting back on the windshield, watching your slow progress. Neither of you spoke as you climbed up and settled your body next to his, as you had been doing for years. You both stared up at the fake clouds drifting across the fake sky.

He had popped one of his well-worn cassettes into Baby’s stereo, and Bad Company crooned out of the open windows, wafting on the breeze.

“Life is like a carousel... you aim for heaven, and you wind up in hell… To all the world you're livin like a king... but you're just a puppet on a broken string…”

“Tell me about it,” you scoffed at the song.

Dean chuckled and wrapped his arm around you, settling your head into its accustomed place on his shoulder. You watched the fake flowers shivering in the fake sunshine and revelled for a moment in the honest solidness of his cheekbone against your hair.

“Look, babe, if anyone knows what it’s like to be the freakin’ ‘Chosen One’- especially when you don’t have any choice in the matter- it’s Sammy and me. And we’ve always managed to shake it. This is no different. I told you last night; no way in hell you’re- ya know- goin’ to Hell.”

“We,” you said dejectedly. You’d been doing your best to keep from wallowing in your feelings. But this was Dean. You let the mask slip a little. “You mean we’re going to hell. I managed to fuck up enough to damn you, too. And get the others stuck here. It’s all my fault.” A tight ball had formed in your throat, and if you let it, it would boil over into weeping.

“Hey!” Dean levered both of you up into a seated position and turned to you, lacing his fingers through your hair. He maneuvered your face close to his, so you had no choice but to look directly into his eyes. “This is NOT your fault, you hear me? I don’t wanna hear that defeatist ‘woe is me’ crap. You didn’t do this. You didn’t start this. They’re trying to make you a victim, but you are way too strong for that. Now, what do we do when some supernatural son of a bitch comes after us?”

You sighed resignedly, and blinked to keep the tears at bay. “Kick it in the ass,” you mumbled.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. What do we do when something thinks it can tear us apart?”

This one came out a little more steady. “Kick it in the ass.”

“Better, but I want it one more time. Like you mean it. Because we are not victims. What do we do to every single threat that comes at us?”

You moved, then, swinging your leg over Dean’s hips and settling firmly into his lap. You mirrored his grip on your hair with a grip on his, and around clenched teeth you snarled, “We kick it in the fucking ass!”

“That’s my girl!” Dean crowed, and caught your mouth in a blistering kiss.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and crushed your body to his. You clawed at his back like you were trying to climb him. With a firm grip on your ass, he hoisted your combined weight up off of Baby’s hood and into the wildflowers. You clung on and rode him down to the rich, black soil.

You were like animals, at first. Moaning and growling and trying to get as close as you could while still clothed. The friction of your core against his was making you dizzy. Your panties were soaked. Please please please I neeeeed... was all you could think for a long time. You writhed against each other, and you thought your pussy was going to wring itself out, you were so hot, but neither of you made a move to escalate it. It was like you were waiting for something.

Bloodthirsty kisses and teenage rutting of denim against denim slowly melted away, and a fierce tenderness replaced it. The scent of crushed plants engulfed you. The tall, waving stalks of the flowers shielded you from sight. You were in your own little world within your own little world.

You and Dean had been hunting together-and together- for a few years. Despite all the brave talk, all the unwillingness to accept defeat, the fact remained. On a case, every fight could be the last fight. And every fuck could be the last fuck. You couldn’t take these moments for granted. Now- with the threat of Hell bearing down on you both- this time together took on an even sharper clarity.

He loomed above you- broad shoulders blotting out your view of the sky, covering you in protective shadows, and you took a moment to trace the lines of his face; to swim in eyes made greener by the swaying foliage around you. Just in case.

The moment stretched. Unexpectedly, your magic shimmered up inside you, like it was taking a deep breath. Your mind seemed to float, as weightless as your bodies had been the other night- and you could see Dean’s love for you like a physical thing. A second heart beating in his chest, gold and red and luminous. You laid your hand over the spot and watched the light pulse around your fingers. The beauty of it took your breath away.

“What?” His voice was a low murmur, barely louder than the susurrus of flowers around you.

“You,” you whispered, blinking away a new incursion of tears, “you are so gorgeous and amazing and I love you so fucking much…” The light in dean’s chest flared in a brilliant surge and when his lips met yours again, it was so overwhelmingly sweet that you couldn’t hold back your sobs anymore. Salt tears mixed with the taste of Dean’s mouth, and he pressed his weight on you as though he was trying to hold your jagged pieces together. Like he was trying to feed you with the inner light that he couldn’t see.

After what seemed like the longest heartbeat on record, you released your magic, got control of your lungs again, and dropped your shaking fingers to his waistband.

“Dean,” you gasped around a throat sore with crying, “Please. I need… I need…”

He understood. Of course he did. You both wrestled each other out of your clothes as best you could; Dean helped you yank his shirt over his head, but yours was trapped under your weight, so it stayed. One leg of your jeans remained tangled around a booted foot. Dean’s pants only made it halfway down his thighs, but it was enough.

When he reached between you to slide a finger into your slick opening, you stopped him.

“I need you, Dean. You. Now.” You gripped his shaft and gently guided him through your folds.

“You got it, sweetheart,” he smiled. Just a flash of the usual roguish Dean that disappeared when his eyes rolled up, closed, and squeezed shut, as he easily slid into you. Your own eyes followed suit, and a groan climbed up the back of your throat. Dean.

The weight of him on you and in you was an anchor. A mooring line to your life- your real life. Solid and safe and true. He buried himself as deep as he could, and kept pushing, holding his pelvis hard against your core. Your every muscle was shaking with the sensation- he was so present in your body. Your inner walls fluttered around him and you were so overridden that you couldn’t open your eyes. He was everywhere. The solid wall of his flesh pressed against your clit in a maddening pressure/friction. His back muscles flexed under your grasping hands. His chest held yours trapped against the ground. Rough fingertips smoothed your hair back, soft lips trailed kisses in a line down your forehead. And that solid, delicious weight in your center… You realized you were grinding against him, whimpering his name over and over, nudging the tip of his cock into all your deepest sweet spots. He just kept pressing into you, letting you swim in the feeling.

“I got you… I got you, Y/N. Take what you need, baby, I got you… Fuuuck, I love you...” His voice rumbled in your ear and through your chest, sending a new shower of sparks through your nerves and a fresh flood to your pussy.

“Dean Dean DeanDeanDean...”

“That’s it,” he murmured against your shoulder. He was beginning to tremble with the effort of staying still. “That’s it, baby. I’m right here... Holy shit that’s good... I’m here, I got you...”

You kept rolling your hips, trying to get him deeper, shifting him around inside, flashes of pleasure building and building and building until you were close to tears again... Please please please PLEASE! Finally, mercifully, the tension snapped loose and you shook apart with a silent scream.

Dean couldn’t hold still, anymore. “Ooooooh, my god! Fuck, Y/N, I gotta-”

Your eyes snapped open to drink up the sight of him. He managed a handful of savage thrusts before he came- hard. You could feel the pulses discharging impossibly deep. Your vision sparkled a bit around the edges, your breath rushed out in a gasp, and you wrapped your arms and legs tighter around him, holding him close. You were both crying, now.

You lay tangled together- inside and outside and around each other- and wept against each other’s shoulders without a sound. You stayed that way for a long time, even after the tears were spent, just petting and kissing and nuzzling and listening to one another breathe. Because moving meant you had to get on with this nightmare you were stuck in.

It was the sound that roused you. Tinkling whispers like a thousand tiny bells ringing. Or an army of absurdly delicate wine glasses shivering together. You and Dean slowly seperated and looked around.

The red glow of the evening sun was dancing through the clearing, dazzlingly refracted through the innumerable facets of a field of crystal flowers.

Tags: @mamaredd123, @motleymoose, @emilyymichelle, @singingphoenix, @raelady1184, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @icecream-and-gadreel, @deevoon, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @mrsgabrieltrickster

#Dean x reader #dean smut #Over the Hills and Far Away #spn fic #fic series #fae!reader x dean

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nerdyfangirl67 · 3 years

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Sam’s Girl - Supernatural Reader Insert

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, unrequited feelings, language

Word count: 490 (man was it tough to keep it there - I really wanted to continue with this one)

A/N: This is for @deanwanddamons SPN Rock Flash Fan Fic Part 3 contest! The song I got was “My Best Friend’s Girl” by The Cars. This one is told in Dean’s POV. Hope y’all enjoy!

Dean had done a lot of difficult things in his life, things that should have left him buried six feet under, things that were, by all means, impossible. Yet, the hardest by far had been watching you, the woman he’d loved for years, fall in love with his brother.

Falling in love with you hadn’t been something Dean had thought about and yet, it had become the single most important part of who he was. You’d stumbled into their lives one winter morning and hadn’t left, not that he had ever complained. The two of you had clicked instantly, bonding over glasses of whiskey and cheap diner food, reminiscing about what music used to be. Then, in a much more cliche, rom-com sort of way, he’d started to fall in love with you.

He had fallen easily for your bad-ass nature and sarcastic wit. He had come to love that quiet, relaxed part of you that you had only felt comfortable showing after knowing him for over a year. He had been swept up by your sparkling eyes and your wide smile. Everything about you had consumed him, leaving him with only one thing to do; to tell you exactly how he felt. Yet, every time he worked up the courage, he managed to talk himself out of it just as quickly. He had become so focused on trying to find the right time to tell you, that he missed you falling in love with someone who wasn’t him.

He hadn’t thought twice of it when you had started spending more time with his brother.

He had brushed it off when you started going on supply runs with Sam, despite your dislike for the menial routine of supply runs, chalking it up to you wanting to get out of the bunker.

He pushed down the sharp flares of jealousy he’d get when he’d see you flirting with Sam, telling himself he had no right to be upset. You weren’t his and he couldn’t blame that on anyone but himself. He was the one who’d never been able to summon the courage to tell you just how he really felt.

He lived in a state of denial when you started spending more and more time with Sam, not reading into it because he knew the truth was something he couldn’t face.

And when you and Sam had finally told him about the change in your relationship, he’d put on a fake smile and had clasped Sam’s shoulder in good-natured congratulations, completely hiding the way he truly felt about the news. He told himself that Sam was better for you anyway, that he’d only serve to fuck up your life.

And he had known what he had had to do and despite it going against everything within him, he’d do it...he’d let you go.

He’d let you go because you were Sam’s girl now and no longer his to love.

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impala-dreamer · 4 years

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Rules Be Damned

SPN FanFic

~Look, in this line of work, something's always getting thrown at someone. There have to be rules. Rules that have to be followed. Unless, ya know, you need to break them...~

Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, OFC

6,780 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Sex Pollen. DubCon-ish. Established Relationships. Fuck or Die. All the Smut.

A/N: This was based off an anonymous prompt from my One Day Only request line. Hope you all enjoy!

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Twigs broke under boots, branches gave way to waving arms.

The forest was loud that evening; wildlife screamed as they scrambled away from rushing bodies, birds overhead chirped in warning.

Three hunters with guns on the ready took on the woods like an invading army, stomping down grass, destroying bushes, kicking over habitats, unaware of the ecosystems dying around them. They were on a mission and they would not be stopped. People were dying, children disappearing. It was up to them to bring the terror that had befallen Silver Ridge to an end.

Y/N broke away from Dean and Sam, following her gut deep into the forest. She could have sworn she saw something move in the corner of her eye, and veered right when the guys went left. Now, even if she tried, she couldn’t see them through the trees; flannel and canvas was hidden by late summer greens.

The light was dying, sky turning golden ahead. Sun pulsed through the treeline like a strobe as she ran, trying to catch up with the phantom she’d seen.

Somewhere in the background, Dean yelled her name and she turned, nearly spraining her ankle as she stopped short, body moving towards his voice automatically.

“Dean?” she called back, but there was no answer, only an echo slapping her in the face. “Sam!”

The air shifted behind her and Y/N spun back around, catching a glimpse of the being she’d been chasing. The bastard was screwing with her. She was getting close.

“You wanna play games?” she asked under her breath, drawing up her pistol and taking a step. “We can play.”

She ran again, desperate to catch up with the monster. Every time she felt close, the fiend jumped further away. It was as if they were playing with a different set of rules; Y/N bound by earthly physics, and the target able to magically get around at will.

“Fuckin’ faeries.” Y/N stopped, out of breath and done with the chase. It was pointless anyway. “Coward!” She yelled, trying to incite the creature’s wrath. “Come out and fight me like a man!”

“Now, why would I do that?”

Y/N spun around in a full circle, eyes scanning the forest for the source of the comment. She held her breath as the air stilled around her, warming gently like the heat was finally coming up in an old house.

“Where are you!” she yelled, and finally, a figure appeared.

Awkwardly tall and too thin, with an alien yet beautiful face, the fae presented herself to Y/N. She wore no clothes that could be seen, but long golden hair covered her icy pale skin.

“Why would I want to fight like a man?” she asked, voice like a lullaby. “Men are not nearly as powerful as we women. It would be a disgrace to us both, to the fight itself, were we to act like men.”

Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes from the creature, enraptured by the halo of sunset that outlined her gentle curves; caught in the magic flowing from her pale pink lips, tranced by a voice too melodic and lovely to be real.

Somehow, she managed to blink enough to clear her mind. She raised her arm and took aim; gun trained on the fae’s head. “Why are you stealing the children!” she shouted, hoping her yell would bring the Winchesters to her aid.

The faerie smiled sadly. “We’re not stealing them,” she explained. “We’re giving them a new, better life. They want to be with us.”

Y/N grit her teeth and tried not to be pulling in by her sweet voice again. “You’re murdering their parents!”

“We do what we have to do.”

“So do I.” Y/N’s index finger pulsed on the trigger and she exhaled slowly, ready to shoot.

Before the muscles in her hand could contract, the fae struck in defense, shooting a single bolt of bright white lightning passed Y/N’s shoulder. It struck the tree behind her and Y/N looked up just as the canopy above came to life. Hundreds of pink flowers suddenly bloomed on the tree, aglow with sunset and magical dew. As she looked on, the flowers were illuminated in hot pink and blinding white light and the wind picked up, blowing the petals from their branches, raining down upon Y/N with a force that knocked her to the ground.

Her vision exploded in bright pink and red; the edges cut in snowy white. She felt the ground beneath her back, heard the rustle of leaves and petals, smelled the sweet perfume of exotic flora as she slipped into a warm dream.

A shot rang out, its loud boom echoing through the forest.

“Son of a bitch! Y/N!” Dean’s voice truly called out this time, but Y/N was nowhere to be seen. He’d clipped the fairy bitch, he was sure of it. A trickle of sparkling purple tainted the leaves where he’d last seen it. He ran a finger through the goo and grimaced. “What the hell is this? Blood? Come on. Next we’ll be hunting unicorns.”

Wiping the glittery blood on his jeans, Dean turned with his gun raised, squinting into the trees looking for the wounded fae. “Where’d you go, you stupid bitch!”

In response, Dean heard nothing but a faint moan from the forest floor a few paces away. Green eyes turned to a blanket of pink petals covering the ground, and a hand rose from the flowers.

“Y/N?”

He grabbed her hand and yanked, pulling Y/N up out of the thick mess of millions of pink flowers. She sat up and gasped, eyes wide and empty, lips parted and begging for air.

“Dean?”

He nodded and tucked his gun in his jeans, freeing up a hand to help her stand. “Yeah, Y/N/N. You OK? What the hell happened?”

She was covered head to toe in a faint dusting of gold and Dean wiped a bit from her cheek with his fingertips. She shivered at his touch and sighed. “Mmm. I don’t know,” she said, eyes rolling as if still stuck in a dream. “I...found the fairy and she...poof!” Y/N laughed at herself and looked up at Dean, patting his cheek with a glittery hand. “You shoot her?”

Dean sighed. “No. I clipped her. Bleeds purple, by the way. Like a freakin troll doll or something.”

Y/N giggled and pulled her hand away, leaving gilded fingerprints on his cheekbones. “Dean?” she smiled, licking her lips.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna pass out now.”

He caught her as she fell, guiding her gently back down to the ground. “Well, crap. Sam!”

The younger, taller Winchester skidding to a halt a yard or so behind Dean. He scanned the perimeter quickly before rushing over to his brother.

“What happened?” Sam knelt and pressed his fingers to Y/N’s pulse.

“She’s not dead!” Dean snapped, shifting her carefully in his arms. “Just passed out. I found her buried under all these flowers.”

Sam pulled his hand back and rubbed his fingers together, looking at the golden dust inquisitively. “What’s all over her?”

“I have no idea- shit.”

As they looked on, the golden mist clinging to Y/N’s skin disappeared, pulled in deep through every pore until nothing remained. When the last bit was gone,Y/N’s eyes fluttered and she moaned happily, waking up with two handsome men looking down at her.

“Hello there,” she teased, voice dripping with honey.

Dean dropped his chin to look her in the eye. “You alright?”

Y/N smiled and dragged her hand slowly down his chest. “Yeah…” Her gaze dropped to the flannel under her fingertips as she rubbed it gently. “Wow, this is so soft.”

The brothers exchanged a silently worried look and Dean cleared his throat.

“Let’s get you back to the motel, huh?”

Y/N bit her lip and rubbed her forehead against his shoulder. “Mkay.”

The walk back to the car was nearly impossible. Y/N had to stop every few minutes to touch something. Trees, grass, flowers, rocks- nothing was safe from her hands and she was safe from none of it. Every new texture entranced her, every touch was electric. She was floating through darkening forest, high and in love with the universe, guided by a firm but careful hand.

When they got to the car, Y/N was nearly whimpering. It wasn’t just the firm pressure of Dean’s hand at the small of her back, or the luscious and oddly sensual textures of the world around her, but every step made her jeans rub against her inner thighs and it was driving her insane. By the time they reached the Impala, her pussy was throbbing.

Dean pulled open her door and nodded to the seat. “Why don’t you lay down? You look stoned.”

Y/N could barely hear him, her entire focus was drawn to the car. She ran her hands slowly across the curve of the roof and down to the trunk, biting her lip as the cool metal made her skin dimple.

“Y/N?” Dean watched her stop by the left taillight and rub herself against the car. She moaned as the hard steel pushed against her hips. “Y/N/N?” Her eyes rolled closed and her lip disappeared between a firm bite as she rocked forward again. “Hey!” He rushed towards her and pulled her from his Baby. “Are you… humping my car?”

Y/N laughed and slapped his shoulder hard. “You’re insane.” Her hand lingered on his arm and her eyes grew huge as the muscles beneath the fabric tensed. “You’re...so strong…”

Her chest heaved and Dean looked at Sam who simply shrugged and got in the car.

“Yeah...thanks. Get in.”

Inside was no better. The leather, the windows, the upholstered roof; Y/N’s touch was immune to none of it and every pass of her fingers made her body quiver. Everything felt so good.

Dean turned the engine and glanced in the rearview. Y/N was in the middle of the seat, head back, hands trailing down her extended neck. She hummed and chewed her lip, let her eyes roll back as the pleasure took over.

He swallowed hard as a wave of heat flooded his senses. “Shit.”

Sam turned to look at him. “You OK?” His turn continued and the sight of Y/N massaging her breasts behind him made his heart skip. “Oh.”

Dean nodded, practically drooling as he watched her reflection. “Yeah.”

“We should get back,” Sam suggested, hazel eyes desperate to stay locked on her lustful expression while his brain told him to look away.

Dean squirmed in his seat, hands suddenly caressing the steering wheel as Y/N dropped a hand down her stomach. “Yeah…”

When the zipper of her jeans fell, both men shook themselves awake.

“You OK to drive?” Sam asked, cheeks red and flushed.

“I’m always OK to drive.” Dean sneered at Sam but swooned as he looked away, feeling so aroused that it was almost painful.

From the backseat, Y/N moaned loudly and Dean accidentally looked back to see her right hand disappear into her blue cotton panties.

“Fuck.”

Sam snuck a peek too and regretted it instantly. He cleared his throat. “Drive.”

The twenty mile ride back to the motel was rather intense. Y/N had somehow stripped enough to slip two fingers into her cunt and the sound of her fucking herself was made Dean so hard his cock could drive if he unzipped.

Sam was deep into the lore on his tablet, but not immune to the wet slide behind him or the pitiful whimper as Y/N tugged on her nipples. She’d hiked her bra up above her tits so she could reach, and twisted hard until each side was sensitive and ruddy.

“God, I...fuck!” She could barely speak when they pulled into the parking lot, riding the edge with her feet spread and heels dug into the leather seat.

Sam hurried to his room, unable to sit in the car any longer listening to her symphony of ecstasy.

Dean refused to look back, knowing he’d never make it out of the car if he did. His hand kept creeping closer to his cock; every touch of his fingers on his thighs making his blood sing.

“Come on, Y/N,” he said, painfully sauntering to the back door. “Let’s get inside.” He pulled open the door and gasped.

Y/N’s fingers were knuckle deep, her wrist slick and shining, her mouth open in a silent cry.

“Fuck.” He pushed down on his erection, hoping to relieve it a bit, but all it did was make his ears ring. “Come on, baby, inside.” He reached for her but Y/N couldn’t stop the rhythmic pumping of her hand.

“Can’t...stop,” she whimpered, turning her lust-darkened eyes to Dean. “Feels too good. Too good...too good…”

Dean swallowed hard and took her free hand, noticing instantly how soft her skin was, how warm. “OK,” he said gently. “Just...um…suck on your fingers while we walk, OK? That will feel good, won’t it? You like doing that.”

Y/N grinned and nodded absently as she pulled her hand from her cunt, giving her clit one more tap before letting go. “Yeah. I like to suck,” she agreed.

Dean whistled. “I know you do, babygirl. OK, come on.”

He helped her stand, trying not to brush his hand across her firm nipples as he lowered her shirt; screaming internally as he tugged her jeans back up.

Y/N sucked on her fingers, rolling her tongue around and between, making the most obscene noises Dean had ever heard outside of a Skinemax pay per view. “‘M so ot, De,” she mumbled around her hand, spit leaking from the corners of her mouth.

Dean managed to get the key in the lock and shove the door open. “What?”

“I’m so hot!” she exclaimed, pulling her fingers away as she stumbled into the room. She tugged at her shirt.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed lustfully, watching her rip the clothes from her sweat-covered body as he shut the door. “You really fucking are.”

Once naked, Y/N sighed loudly, her entire body shivering as the air conditioner spit slightly cool air through the room. “I feel...so… good,” she slurred, fingertips plucking at her bottom lip. She ran a hand down her body and back up, squeezing her breasts as Dean watched on in awe.

His dick was painfully full, aching, crushed against his tight jeans. “Jesus.” He pushed his palm down against it and his jaw shook as a wave of pleasure hit his system.

“So...soft...so...hot.” Y/N turned and looked at Dean with crazed eyes, her mind flooded with lust. “You wanna touch?” she asked, slipping her right hand down between her thighs.

Dean’s tongue tried to escape, but he pulled it back as he cleared his throat. “You’re killing me, Y/N/N.” He looked away, falling down onto the ratty old sofa, hoping to catch his breath.

“Touch me, Dean,” she cooed, dipping her fingers inside her slick pussy. “Need you…” Her brows twitched and she pouted, spreading her knees just a bit so she could slide her hand in deeper. Every movement made her gasp in tiny breaths until her chest was heaving and Dean’s mind was reeling.

“I…fuck.” Unconsciously, he’d been rubbing his cock through his jeans, consumed with how good the simple touch felt. If he felt this good, she must feel even better. “No. No. Just… you’ve been cursed with something. Just ride it out, baby.”

Y/N bit her lip and growled. “Mmm...I could ride you.” She smirked and pinched her nipple hard, pulling it out as far as she could, watching Dean’s reaction.

He let out a heavy breath through puckered lips, almost in pain as she showed off for him. “Just lay down, will you? Shit.”

Still touching herself, Y/N backed up slowly until the bed caught her at the knees. She fell backwards, landing with a puff of blankets, and spread her legs wide. “Curse or not,” she sang, “this is...amazing.” She crooked her wrist and dug her fingers in deep, slowly petting her g spot as everything trembled. “God, I feel like… like… it’s so… mmm.”

Dean’s left hand was traveling upwards, gliding over his own stomach as he watched her thrash on the bed. His mind was clouded but his resolve was true. She was under a spell. There were strict rules about these sorts of things; there had to be. One or more of them were constantly getting hit with strange spells or picking up the wrong object at a crime scene. Something was always happening and without rules, there would be trouble.

“Dean…” She called to him, moaning his name again and again as her cunt clenched.

He bit his tongue and tugged at his nipples, only then realizing that he’d torn his layers away.

“Dean, I need you.” Her hips rocked.

His throat tightened. “Sam’s looking for a cure, I’m sorry, baby.”

Impossibly, she spread her legs even wider and rubbed furiously at her clit. “Please…”

“We…” Dean was panting around his words, fingers closing firmly around his dick. “We have rules, Y/N/N…”

"Screw...your...rules…" Her voice was weak, high and full of frustration. Her arms were growing heavy, tired from their work, but her arousal was only growing stronger. "Not like...we haven't…" Y/N choked on her words as a rush of bliss washed through her. "Fuck!"

Dean sank deep into the dusty couch cushions as he jerked his cock in time with her movements. He tried to stop, to pull himself out of it, but logic could only fight so hard. "I know, but… this isn't...there's…"

Y/N sat up suddenly, her eyes locked on his fat erection, lips wet with drool. "If you say rules again so help me." Her pupils dilated fully, her skin flushed. Y/N watched as his fist slid up and down, up...and...down…

"Dean."

She was on him before he could respond, and he blinked up at her in awe as she ran a pair of boiling fingers down his chest.

He hissed at her touch. "Jesus, why does that feel so good?"

Y/N's eyes sparkled with golden light and she sank to her knees in front of him. "Need your cock, Dean." Her voice was steady, monotone yet certain. He could hear how heavy her breaths were, feel their heat fan across his belly.

"We should wait...fuck."

He melted instantly, letting go of the rules when her lips brushed over his cock. She kissed the tip and looked up with eerily bright eyes, so happy that he was finally giving in.

"Need your cock," she said again, taking a longer taste. "Need to suck."

Dean dropped a hand to the nape of her neck and squeezed gently. "So...suck."

Again, a flash of gold lit her eyes, but Dean didn't notice. He was too lost in the push of her lips as they moved down his shaft, the hot slide of her tongue against his pulsing vein, the slight scrape of her top teeth over his head.

Y/N moaned as she worked; her legs spread, pussy dripping onto the ugly carpet. Every pass of her lips made her cunt hungrier, every satisfied groan from Dean made her suck harder. Her head was empty, thoughts drifting far into the background. Her vision swirled with gold and pink; everything was warm and delicious. Everything came back to sex.

"Need to fuck," she hummed, pulling away from Dean's cock with a loud pop of perfectly locked lips. She pumped him fast with both hands, licking at the tip like a lollipop. "Need to fuck...now."

Dean licked his lips and opened his eyes, looking down at Y/N with fully blown pupils. "Get up here," he growled, tugging at her arms to help her up.

He lost his breath as she sank down into his lap. Her body was so hot, skin so smooth, cunt so slick. Her thighs laid gracefully atop his, her hands curled around the nape of his neck. She kissed him slowly, tongue penetrating his hushed lips.

"Dean…"

His eyes flew open; green rimmed in gold. "Move." His teeth were clenched tight; his fingertips dug into her waist. "Now."

Y/N sucked at his bottom lip and rode him hard, using all of her strength to fuck herself on his thick cock. He clung to her back, holding her close, helping her move, utterly lost in the sensations that flooded his system.

Hot, sweet, wet, firm, soft.

Harder.

Faster.

Tighter.

"Need your cum," she cried; voice deafening against his ear.

Dean locked his arms around her and stood up, managing to turn towards the bed before stumbling forward. They fell together in a heap of sweat and lust; lips reaching, fingers clawing.

He slammed inside of her, pumping in languid strokes until she shifted beneath him, arching her back and lifting her hips just an inch. She spasmed around him, cumming hard, eyes gilded and wide, mouth a perfect circle of cherry red.

Dean's jaw twitched as he came, holding back a wild howl. Every muscle contracted, every nerve ending exploded with feeling. He doubled over, kissing her madly before rolling away, out of breath and exhausted.

The light dimmed from his green eyes and he smiled, drunk on the afterglow. “That was...wow.” He chuckled and scrounged around for the pillow, bunching it up beneath his cheek. “Rules be damned. Ha!”

Y/N was still squirming. Her fingers ran slowly up and down her sides, in between her thighs, over each breast. Her breath was steady but deep; chest rising and falling with dramatic dips that Dean missed entirely as his eyes fell closed.

“You OK?” he mumbled absently before letting out a snore. “I just gotta...take five…”

The heat was rising again and Y/N whined as she tugged on her nipples, forcefully rubbing her thighs together for a hint of friction. “Need cock...need to fuck.” Her words were crisp and pathetic, but Dean was well passed hearing her pleas.

Desperation brought her back to the sofa and Y/N climbed onto the arm, straddling the upholstered corner. Her thighs closed tight and she bent forward; bare tits grazing the old fabric. She moaned as her nipples responded, bit her lip as her clit rubbed hard against the arm.

“Need to fuck!”

Sam knocked but didn’t wait for an answer, walking in with his head down, his eyes glued to his phone. He scrolled upwards with his thumb as he spoke, making sure he was accurately relaying his findings.

“So get this, if I’m looking at this correctly…”

Y/N froze as soon as Sam began to speak, his deep voice churning inside of her and grabbing every ounce of attention. She stilled her rocking against the sofa and stood up, turning towards Sam as he shut the door behind him.

“...this tribe of faerie are mostly tricksters, and I think…”

Y/N licked her lips as her eyes flashed; golden and bright. She crossed the room quickly and was pressed up against Sam before he even looked up.

“...this curse was just a...oh!”

Her hand slipped up beneath his flannel, fingertips rolling over the hard lines of his abdomen. “Sam.” She whispered his name like a song, pushing her nakedness up against him.

Sam gasped, holding his breath as her hand dipped between his waist and his jeans. Her skin was hot, her touch soft and inviting. He suddenly felt… good.

“Y/N, stop." His tone was as weak as his resolve, and logic waned as her fingers brushed the base of his swiftly stiffening cock. "We...you're under a spell. Shit." Her palm pressed into him and Sam sucked his teeth. "Oh, god."

"Need you, Sam," she begged with a pout; firm tits rubbing against his arm. "Need to fuck."

A hand wrapped around the back of his neck. Y/N pushed up on her tiptoes, desperate to drag his lips down to hers. Sam gave in to the moment and looked down into her eyes, ready to let go just once and live in the moment.

Her fingers pulsed around his dick.

He bent down to her lips.

Her eyes glowed with golden light.

"Stop!" Sam pushed her away as gently as he could, forced back into reality by her preternatural gaze. "Y/N, we have to wait it out, OK?" He looked at the bed for the first time since arriving and saw that Dean had not had the same fortitude to hold back. "Shit."

Y/N cocked her head and poured. "Don't you want me?" she asked, presenting her hard nipples for him. She pushed her tits together from beneath, holding them up for his inspection. "Touch me, Sam." Her voice was strange to his ears, empty but rhythmic and for a moment, logic seemed a waste.

Sam stared at her breasts, his jaw slack, jeans tight.

Y/N took a step towards him. "Please, Sam. Need to feel you. All of you."

He lifted his right hand and she held her breath as it hovered over her chest.

"Need to fuck." The gold returned to her eyes. "Need to...cum."

"Shit!" Sam turned away, forcing himself to stay calm. His cock was aching already; laying long and hard against his thigh. His skin was tingling, begging to touch and be touched, but he pushed it all away with a steady breath. "You had been put under a love spell," he said, to her as much to himself. "It was just a distraction so the fae could get away. It will wear off, we just have to…" Y/N pressed herself against his back, hands sneaking around to have their way with him. "...we just have to…" Hot fingers reached up to brush across his nipples and Sam shivered. "...have to stay…" A small but determined hand curved over his erection, rubbing through the denim. "...strong."

Sam's eyes glazed over and his head tipped back as Y/N ran her hands over him. Like magic, she managed to pry the flannel from his shoulders, pull the gray tee up and over his head. She ran her lips across his skin; tongue tracing every line like it was her own. She felt so good, hitting every spot like he had given her a map to his arousal.

"Y/N…" His breath curled into her name.

Her mouth was wet on his hip bones; fingers tugging at his belt.

"Need your cock."

The monstrously mindless tone struck his ears and Sam snapped out of it again, immediately backing away. "No."

She rushed at him, pathetic and needy, yet filled with unnatural strength. "Need to fuck!" She grabbed at him, but Sam was stronger, grabbing both of her wrists to try and subdue her. "Need to fuck!"

"You need to calm down!" he countered, spinning her so that her hands were pinned behind her back.

Y/N let out a cry that nearly broke his heart. She thrashed in his grip, pulling so hard that Sam was afraid her shoulder would dislocate. "Please!"

He let her go and Y/N spun around.

"Sam. Please." Wide eyes went soft as she called to him, and suddenly, Y/N's entire frame began to crumble. Her shoulders slumped, her knees went weak, the ground began to rise.

Sam scooped her up before she fell and held her close. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered gently into her hair. "It'll be over soon."

"Sam?" Her whisper snuck upwards from the cave of his arms, and Y/N slid a hand with it.

"Yeah?"

The hand closed around the firm muscles of his shoulder, massaging with salacious intent.

"Need you, Sam. So bad."

He inhaled deeply; the smell of forest and sweat in her hair making his eyes roll gently. Her head turned, cheek on his chest replaced by lips, and Y/N kissed her way across the broad expanse, enjoying every twitch of tanned flesh.

"Fuck me, Sam," she sang. "Need to fuck."

When she popped the buckle of his belt, Sam growled in annoyance, mad at himself for falling again.

"Damnit!"

It wasn't easy to tie her up, but he made it sound like a game.

Sam sat her down and lovingly drew his hands across her bare arms until he could cuff her wrists to the chair. She hummed in aroused excitement as he knelt before her and carefully tied each ankle, spreading her naked pussy wide, but taking away all ability for her to move. She moaned happily as he stood back up, her mouth watering as his open zipper came back into view.

"Kinky Sam," she teased, lips reaching for him as he made sure the restraints weren't too tight. "Needs to tie a girl up before they fuck. I can get into that."

Sam sighed. "No. We're going to wait this out."

Arousal turned to fear. "What? No." She tugged at her cuffs. "Sam. No. Need to fuck. Please!"

He shook his head sadly and backed away. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Why!” she begged, squirming as much as she could to break free. “Don’t you want me? I want you so bad, Sam. So bad. I need you.”

He turned away; he had to. There were rules.

Dean was still passed out on the bed, somehow sleeping through all of Y/N's yelling, so Sam sat on the sofa, out of her sight. He hoped being quiet and out of view would calm her down, but she only thrashed harder, screamed more desperately.

"It'll be over soon," he assured her again and again, holding his head up with a tired hand. "It'll be OK."

Eventually, she called, flailing lessening to a mild twitch every few seconds. Her entire body would jerk violently and then settle; her head would roll from side to side. When her moans softened to weak murmurs, Sam relaxed, sitting back against the couch.

"You're gonna be fine, Y/N/N. We're all gonna be fine."

Y/N's head dropped, chin resting on her chest, and Sam closed his eyes for a blessed second of peace.

"What's going on?" A groggy Dean sat up in bed and twisted at the waist to see Y/N tied to a chair. "What the hell, Sam!"

Sam looked up and then away quickly as Dean's naked ass met his eyes. "Dude. Pants."

Dean rolled his eyes but grabbed his boxers before rushing over to Y/N. "What did you do to her?"

"Me?" Sam sat forward. "Nothing. She came at me- well, kept coming at me. I- she's under a spell. I had to."

Dean looked her over carefully, green eyes growing wide with concern. "Sam, she's not breathing." Panic rose. "Y/N!" He slapped her cheek and she came back, sucking in a heavy breath. "Fuck."

Her eyes fluttered. "Fuck? Please."

Dean let out a brief sigh of relief then looked to Sam. "What'd you do?"

"I wouldn't touch her and she kept coming at me. I don't know." He rushed to her side and her entire body began to tremble.

"Need...to…" Y/N's eyes rolled to white and she panted, unable to draw in another normal breath. "Please…"

Dean's forehead creased down the middle as worry flooded his mind. "What's happening?" His hands hovered over her body, afraid to land and hurt her.

Sam pressed to finger to her throat and closed his eyes, counting. "Her pulse is weak. I…fuck, she's cold." He pulled away and Y/N screamed at the loss of his touch. Tears ran down her cheeks as she choked for lack of air.

"She's dying, Sam!" Dean dropped to the floor and set to untying her left ankle. "Y/N! Come on, baby, wake up." He placed a hand on her thigh and the trembling stopped.

Y/N's head rolled. "Please."

Sam felt her pulse again and looked at Dean, confused. "It's helping...keep touching her."

"What?" Dean sat back, his hand slipping from her skin.

Y/N whined painfully. Her pulse dropped.

Sam clenched his jaw and reached for her breast, closing his palm over the quickly cooling flesh. Her pulse picked up and her breathing slowed. She moaned happily and Sam shook his head.

"We need to fuck her," he said softly, rubbing her tit gently.

Dean hesitated. "Excuse me?"

Y/N's trembling turned to squirming as Sam rolled her nipple between two large fingers. "It's the curse," he told Dean. "We fuck her or…"

"Please, Sam," she moaned, chewing her lip. "Please."

"Or?"

Sam squeezed her. "Or she dies."

Dean's face ran the gambit of emotions, settling on amused concern. "You know... I just did. Why-"

"Maybe it wasn't enough?"

"It was more than adequate!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "For the curse, Dean."

"Oh." He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Well. Ok, then." He dropped his hand back to her thigh and Y/N hummed gratefully. Her hips lifted a bit and Dean's eyes were drawn to the wet flesh of her exposed cunt; juices flowing, lips swelling. His mouth watered. "Maybe she just needs to cum real bad."

Y/N's stomach tensed. She tugged at her cuffs. "Yes. Cum. Need to cum. Please!"

Gingerly, Dean ran his hand upwards and her skin warmed to the touch.

Sam’s fingers on her pulse registered the change and he nodded at Dean. “Do it.”

“Please, Dean,” Y/N whispered desperately. “Make me cum, please. Need to cum...so bad.”

His fingers slid into the crease of her thigh and Dean ran his thumb across her swollen slit. It was slick and Y/N moaned enthusiastically.

“Yeah. Please. Please!”

Dean pushed his thumb into her cunt and Y/N took in a deep breath, her eyes glowing bright as she looked down at the elder Winchester.

“Fuck me, Dean.”

He rocked forward on his knees and pressed his lips to her clit in a suckling kiss that made her hips shake.

“Yes. Please! Need to fuck. Need to cum!”

Sam felt her come back to life; saw the color flood back through her veins. As Dean rolled his tongue through her wetness, Sam let her go and slowly took a step back.

Y/N let out a painful whine. “Sam, no.” She struggled to reach for him, wrists tight against the cuffs. She turned her head towards him, lips puckering, eyes locked on his jeans. “Please!”

His cock swelled but he hesitated; the golden hue in her eyes the only thing reminding him that they were operating under magical circumstances. If it weren’t for her failing vitals, the entire scene might have been out of one of Y/N’s midnight, whiskey-fueled confessions, but it was all wrong.

A single tear escaped and trailed down Y/N’s cheek. Golden or no, her pretty eyes begged for him. “Don’t let me die, Sam…” Her strength ebbed and her head rolled; the tight in her shoulders and arms was fading, she was fading.

Sam took a breath. “I won’t, babygirl.”

The moment his cock passed between her lips, Y/N came back to life. She licked him until hard then sucked down everything he had to give her. Sam couldn’t deny the extreme sensation; there was something warmer, something softer, something more amazing about her tonight than ever before, and it wasn’t long before he was fucking into her mouth without regret.

Dean crooked his fingers deep inside her pussy and Y/N came, clenching around his knuckles. She stilled for a moment, but the whimpering returned; she needed it from both ends, needed to be so filled she couldn’t breathe.

With his right hand still massaging her cunt, Dean untied her ankles, distracting her with kisses and tiny bites on her inner thighs as Sam pulled away to open her cuffs.

They were careful to keep their hands on her at all times, at least one man doing something to her as they moved to the bed. If they were gone at the same time, she crumbled, blood pressure dropping, heart rate falling. They needed to keep her going just a little while longer.

“Need your cum,” she moaned, weak limbs thrashing on the bed as Sam helped her to her knees. “Need it so bad.” Her eyes rolled back painfully and Sam grit his teeth, gently shaking her back awake.

“Hey! Hey, hang on,” he told her, kissing her eyes back open. “Stay with us.”

Behind her, Dean gave his brother a grave look. “How much longer?”

Sam shrugged and lay back, pulling Y/N with him, safe in his arms. “I don’t know, just...just do it.”

Y/N sagged against Sam's chest, barely breathing. "Please. Need to fuck. Need your cum."

Brushing her cheek, Sam guided her eyes up to his. "Just hang on, you hear me?"

She nodded as best she could, and Sam shoved his tongue between her lips, revving her back up as if his kiss were electro shock. She breathed deeply and sat up on her own, clawing at his chest and moaning into his mouth.

Dean snuck up from behind and ran his hand firmly down her spine. "Come here, baby. I want that sweet pussy. Now." He slapped her ass gently and Y/N responded, walking backwards on her knees until Dean could take what he wanted. He plunged two fingers into her cunt and pumped slowly, covering his hand in her hot slick.

Sam's cock stood tall before her gilded eyes and Y/N took a taste, flicking at him with the tip of her tongue. With a smirk, Sam scooted down a bit and let her have it all, laying back as she closed her lips around him.

Dean fucked her steadily, his hands locked on her hips, thighs slamming firmly into her ass. Every thrust pushed her down onto Sam and every buck of Sam's hips in retaliation sent her deeper into Dean's thick cock.

She was in heaven, she was lost in the feeling; so full, so happy, so utterly and undeniably distracted. She screamed around Sam's cock as she came again, flooding Dean's cock and the stiff sheets below. Her cunt pushed and pulled at him until he couldn't hold back, and his head flew back as he came, adding to the mess at his knees.

Sam felt them both go and watched carefully as the gold dimmed in Y/N's eyes. He pushed a hand through her hair and held her in place, taking over as he reached his end. He jerked his hips hard, fucking into her tiny, hot mouth. Y/N moaned when he came, barely able to swallow him all down. It dribbled with her spit from the corners of her mouth, sliding less than gracefully down her naked body, pooling on the bed below.

She looked up as Sam pulled back and gasped, the golden light vanishing totally from her eyes.

"Fuck!" She held her breath as the room grew dark around her and collapsed into a heap between the brothers.

"Y/N!" Dean grabbed at her, carefully spinning her onto her back. "Y/N!"

Sam grabbed her wrist and sighed in relief. "She's fine. Pulse is steady." He turned away to grab his shorts and shook his head. "Ya know, we have rules for a reason, Dean."

Green eyes looked up from the bed. "I know the rules. She was dying!"

"She wasn't until you touched her."

"Excuse me?" Dean shot up from the bed, ready to fight. "I didn't do this. I was dosed too, if you don't remember."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "So was I."

"So maybe it was your fault for touching her!"

"You flat out fucked her ten minutes after getting back here."

Y/N sat up on her elbows and groaned at the boys. "You both fucked up!" she interjected, pulling the feuding hunters apart. "Now you're both gonna get over here and give me some goddamned aftercare!"

Dean laughed and Sam blushed.

"Yes, ma'am," Dean sang, hopping to get back into bed.

Y/N stopped him with a reprimanding hand. "Oh, no. You," she said pointing at Sam, "get me a wet towel. And you-" her eyes flew back to Dean, "are gonna go get me some food."

Dean pouted. "But...cuddles?"

Y/N laughed. "After pizza."

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kitkatd7 · 4 years

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Oh I LOVE supernatural. What about something with reader or oc getting Dean some pie?

Starved

Pairing: Soft! Dean x Reader

Warnings: Light cursing, mentions of monsters, implied smut, grammar mistakes

Word Count: 373

A/N: Sorry this is really short, also I didn't edit so it is what it is😶

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"Babe, I'm back!" Dean called while slamming the door behind him, throwing his duffel bag onto the couch haphazardly. He follows the unmistakable scent of baked goods into the kitchen where he sees you pulling something out of the oven, blowing a strand of hair out of your face that had fallen out of your messy bun. He would have laughed if he wasn't so tired- laughed at how domestic and normal it looked when your lives were anything but. You were monster hunters for god sakes!

You smile brightly when you see your boyfriend standing in front of you. Setting the pan down on the counter you wrap your arms around his waist as he envelopes you in a warm hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head gently. He missed you. He had been gone for over a month, and even though his job required long weeks away, he still hated that you couldn't always go with him- it wasn't that you weren't capable of handling yourself… you were very capable, but your 'normal' life required you to be home for school and your other job. So you settled for surprising him with his favorite thing when he did come home. Pie.

"I missed you," you mumble against his chest, tilting your head to press a gentle kiss on his jaw.

"I missed you too babygirl… What did you make?" He questions, hands moving to your hips before he peers over your head to look at the covered pan on the counter.

Beaming up at him, you giggle out, "Your favorite."

You swear he looks like a puppy as his face lights up excitedly. "Apple pie?"

"Apple pie," you confirm, laughing as he walks you back so you're pressed against the counter next to the pie. "I'm starving," he says, looking down at you.

"Lemme get you some then." You try to move out of his grip to serve the pie but he holds you in place, kissing you slowly, a slight rumble in his chest. Grasping the underside of your legs, he hoists you so you're sitting on the counter next to the pie; Dean standing between your thighs.

"I didn't say I was hungry for pie babygirl."

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magssteenkamp · 4 years

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“Unexpected help from Spirit”

Title: “Unexpected help from Spirit”

Pairing: Dean x OFC, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer’s Ghost

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: swearing I guess? This is my first fic not sure what else to say…

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a FanFic since I read such a lot of them I thought well I should do that… little did I know what a process this is, to all the #fanficwriters out there you guys are awesome!!! Special thanks to @thehunterwholived, my heart twin who was my Beta readers and to @jay-and-dean for all the Tumblr tips...

Summary: This story plays out in SPN Season 7 Episode 19 - “Of Grave Importance”

Meet Cat, she has the ability to see and communicate with the spirit world but has learned at a young age to hide it. She meets the Winchester brothers at The Pier Front restaurant where she is helping out the owner for the day. She can see Bobby and tries to hide it but he realizes that she sees him and he tries to get a message to the brothers...

Chapter 1 - First meeting…

Cat’s POV…

My name is Catori La Fae or Cat to everyone other than my mother. I’m 29 years old and for as long as I can remember I have been able to see and communicate with spirits. My parents never realized how aptly they named me since Catori means “Spirit”. I learned from an early age to keep quiet about my abilities. No one wants to know that they are being followed around by a deceased relative, I mean what if you wanna go to the loo?

I’ve lived in Bodega Bay all my life and currently, I have the pleasure of helping a friend out in a little restaurant on the pier. Although my Mother still runs The Crow’s Nest Hotel in town, I like to help out the owner of The Pier Front restaurant, Sally, especially since I get to have my favorite Coconut Cream Pie on the house, Sally, makes the best pies. It's a warm sunny afternoon with the lunch hour rush in full swing, I walk over to two new customers that just sat down in a corner booth in my section. The first thing I noticed was the surly old mad standing next to one of the seated men and the second was that both men were really good looking.

But as I walk away I can feel his stare at the back of my neck and I know my hope was in vain. Returning with the brother's drinks I can see the resemblance now… I overheard them talking about Annie being late for their meeting. *Here you go, gentlemen* I say placing their drink order in front of them. Chewing on my lip I wonder if I should mention that I know Annie and that she was staying at The Crow’s Nest Hotel. Annie Hawkins approached me a week before after hearing gossip about my “gift” asking me about the old Van Ness House and the stories about it is supposedly haunted. *Are you waiting for Annie?* I ask them then try not to cringe when they turn to me with sharp eyes. *Do you know her?* Dean asked, trying to hide his suspicion but you could hear it in his voice thanks to your natural sensitiveness. *Oh, she stays at the hotel in town that my mother runs. I have met her there and recommended this restaurant to her actually.* Sam smiles *Would you be able to give us directions, should she get held back and then we can meet her there? She’s an old family friend.* The old trucker next to me mumbles something that sounded very much like idjits and I tried not to react to him. *Let me get your food for you and then I will be happy to give you directions* and with that, I turn to collect their orders.

One was taller than the other by a couple of inches by the look of him leaner, but cute with longish shaggy brown hair and a boyish smile when he looked up at me. The one that really caught my attention and who the older man was looking down at, was ruggedly handsome with the most gorgeous green eyes I have ever seen. He had short auburn hair that was currently tousled from running his fingers through it before giving me a smile that could melt the panties right off a girl. I cleared my thoughts, flicked my thick plait back over my shoulder and smiled at them.

* Hi my name is Cat and I’ll be your waitress.* handing them the menu’s I continue *Can I recommend the Smoky Clam Chowder made with homemade bacon and our famous Coconut Cream Pie for dessert?* With the mention of Bacon mister gorgeous perked up and mister cute rolled his eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the old man with a weathered truckers cap on looking at me with interest. Oh no, they always know I can see them… I try to ignore him while I give my full attention to the men taking their orders. Mister gorgeous orders first giving me an appreciative look and biting his lower lip before saying, *Well Cat since you recommended it, I will have the Clam Chowder, Pie, and a beer, please. Sammy, are you going to be eating rabbit food again or will you listen to the beautiful lady’s recommendation?*

“Sammy” rolling his eyes at mister gorgeous grumbles *It’s Sam, Dean you know it, I’m not a kid anymore.* Sam looks at the menu and then smiles at me *Don’t mind my brother, I’ll have the grilled line fish with a garden salad and ice water, please.* He says handing me the menu back. I take Dean’s menu I repeat the order back to them and when they nod their approval I answer *Great I will be right back with your drinks.* Turning around the man in the trucker’s cap is standing in front of me bracing myself. I keep my chin up and walk through him while shuddering and hoping that he would think that he made a mistake and leave me be.

Dean’s POV…

Dean watches her walk away, sliding his tongue over his lower lip and biting it. Her dark brown french plait swinging down her back. He’s never seen ice blue eyes like hers and he definitely appreciates the curve of her ass in those tight jeans she was wearing. Sam kicks his brother under the table to get his attention. *What?* Dean growls, as Sam, gives him his best bitch face. *I was just enjoying the view.* Dean smirks at his little brother taking a swig of his beer. Then sitting uncomfortably pulls out Bobby’s old flask placing it on the table to the side of them. Sam, rolls his eyes at his brother *Really Dean?* Dean shrugs and gets comfortable while waiting for Cat, was it… an apt name since that plait of her’s was swishing like a cat’s tail… Sam continues and forces Dean out of his musings.

*Look what I found* Sam pushes his smartphone towards Dean showing him an article about Dick Roman. He has funded more archaeological digs. *What could he be looking for?* Sam wondered out loud what the Leviathan was up to. *No clue man.* Dean says sliding the phone back to Sam and smiles when he sees their sexy waiter walking his way with the food and by the smell of it, it’s gonna be good. *Who cares at the moment a pretty lady is bringing me food that smells amazing* Seeming to have heard the last bit of the conversation Cat smiles at them while putting the dishes down in front of each of them. *And I promise it will taste just as good as it smells.* She winks at Dean who immediately starts tucking in *Mmh things good…* Dean mumbles with his mouth full and Sam just shakes his head and takes a bite of his fish which melts in his mouth.

Smiling up at their waitress Cat Sam says *Thank you this is really good.* She smiles at them and then goes to turn when she seems to remember something. *Oh I still have to give you directions, let me write it down for you and I will be right back.* With that, she swings around and rushes back to the counter. Dean swallows the delicious Clam Chowder and takes a swig of beer. Sam looks at Bobby’s flask then up at Dean. *You know Bobby and Annie had a thing right?* Dean frowns *Wait really?* Sam shrugs *Yeah… it was a foxhole thing. Very Hemingway.* taking a sip of his water. *Huh, she and I went Hemingway this one time too.* Dean looks down at his food. Now it’s Sam’s turn to cringe saying *Well that happens…* Dean looks up at Sam surprised. *Wait what you too Sam?* Sam looking apologetic stumbled over his words *Um, well um, we were working on the same case... both stressed… what can I say I didn’t have a soul.* he says shrugging. Dean takes a deep breath *That’s a lot of Foxholes* and sees Cat walking back from the counter with a piece of paper and a slice of pie. She seems to be frowning at something over his shoulder but he only had eyes for the pie in her hand at that moment to see the flask on the table move slightly.

Cat’s POV…

I go over to the counter, grab a to-go container and an extra big piece of Coconut Cream Pie. I also grab some cutlery and napkins, putting everything into a paper bag. I ring up the bill and walk back over to the guys keeping my eyes on them ignoring the trucker in the hopes that he will not try to approach me or want me to do anything for him. *Here you go, gentlemen, Dean* giving him a wink *an extra big slice of pie and the bill for you Sam.* Dean peeks into the bag with a huge grin he looks at me and then Sam. *Sammy tip this beautiful lady well, she’s awesome!* Sam laughs at his brother’s antics and hands me back the bill with some cash. *Well hope you find your friend guys and if you decide to stay awhile I will probably see you again.* You give them a wink and just as you are about to turn around your eyes meet the trucker’s *I know you can see me girly, no use in trying to ignore me. I need to let these boys know that I am still here, you need to let them know "Bobby" is still around!* Briefly closing my eyes I shake my head and walk away. Only to hear him shouting Balls!! In frustration at my back…

I almost stumble when I see the trucker move the flask on the table and I try my best to hold my composure as I place the slice of pie in front of Dean with as big a smile as possible to hide my reaction to what clearly seems to be a spirit that’s following the men *it must be connected to the flask if it can move it…* looking over to Sam still smiling I had him the note with the directions to The Crow’s Nest Hotel *Here you go Sam, may I call you Sam? The directions that you asked for. Tell my Mom, Morgan, that I sent ya and you shouldn’t have any problems.* Sam smiles sweetly *Sure only if I can call you Cat.* At the same time, Dean takes a bite of the pie and gives an almost pornographic moan making Sam blush and look at his brother. The trucker looks at him and once again I hear a faint idjit. I give a laugh while looking at Dean *That good huh?* he looks up at me emerald eyes sparkling *Are you kidding me this is awesome!!*

He takes another bite and groans again with his eyes closed and his head was thrown back. I smirk at him and Sam rolls his hazel eyes at his brother *Do you want to be left alone with that pie Dean?* Dean looks up at Sam, giving him a dirty smirk. *If it was any better you might just have to, yeah!* We all laugh and even the trucker seems to find Dean’s antics funny looking down at him with a half grimace half-smile. He clearly seems fond of the guys there is no mistaking that, I can feel the proud love for them coming from him.

I made the mistake of watching him too long and he suddenly looked straight at me. Shit!!! I quickly looked at Dean who had finished his pie and was licking his spoon clean. A little bit of coconut cream was left on his chin and I had the sudden urge to lick it off myself. Shifting my weight and clearing my throat I motion toward it. *You have a little something there.* I point to my chin and he smiles, swipes it off with a finger and pops it in his mouth, sucking his finger clean. Fuck that’s hot! Come on Cat mind out of the gutter…* He pulls his finger out with an audible POP! *Anything else I can get you guys?* Dean looks down at his now empty plate. *Can I get one of those slices to go?* He looks up at me hopefully while Sam laughs, finishes his water and looks at me. *Looks like it will be one more slice of pie to go and the bill please.* I smile nodding at Dean *Sure you can be right back with the bill and your pie.* As I turn I catch the eye of the trucker and he gives me a knowing look. I have been caught out...

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pizzarollpatrol · 6 years

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Fic Rec List #2 10/28/18

If any of the links don’t work, please let me know!. Just wanted to say thank you to all the authors on this list. You and all the effort you put into your fics are very much appreciated 💖

Kiss of Life by @sincerelymlg

Summary: Bucky and the reader go on a mission that quickly takes a turn for the worst.

Flustered by @notimetoblog

Summary: It’s easy to see when Bucky is flustered. His mannerisms are beyond adorable but they might be hiding something more. --- I’m such a hoe for soft!bucky. I loved this fic, its so sweet and endearing.

Quick Stories by @notimetoblog

Summary: Waking up early with Bucky is not always so bad. Bucky x reader.

Marry Me by @buckymorelikefuckmebarnes

Summary: Wedding day. (thats a shitty summary im so sorry) --- You thought this fics was shit but HA you are so wrong because it broke me :) Bucky x Reader

Death Do Us Part by @sgtjbuccky

Summary: For centuries, the God of Death had known two things about mortals. One, they were his job, his to collect when their days came to an end, and two, they were obnoxiously odd beings. Their purpose ceased to make sense to him. Never did he understand thy they created a life for themselves, why they loved, why they love other morals when they knew none of it would last forever. It was nothing but sheer stupidity, but that was until he met you. A mortal unlike any other. A mortal that would make him question everything. A mortal that would teach the God of Death how to live. God of Death!Bucky x Mortal!Reader. Ongoing series --- Wow. Where do I even begin? I absolutely love this series, its so different from others that I’ve read. I loved every chapter.

A Supernatural Marvel by @angelkurenai

Summary: Imagine being transported in the Supernatural universe, with no memory of your life, where you become a hunter and fall in love with Dean. Only for a very important person from your past to come looking for you and change it all. Dean Winchester x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Reader. Ongoing series. --- This is one of my current favorite series!! You really know how to keep us on our toes, I love it!!

Take Me Higher by @buckychrist

Summary: Who knew that the way into the big broody super soldier’s heart was through his unmet need for a good cuddle? Bucky x Reader. --- If a fic has a cuddly bucky, sign me the fuck up. I loved this, its so sweet.

Educating Bucky by @buckfics

Virgin 1930′s Bucky x Reader. Smut. --- Holy fuck. This has got to be my absolute favorite smut I’ve literally ever read. I get so happy when it pops up on my dash again. There isn't a damn thing I dont love about this fic. Its so sweet and believable and I just cant stop myself from reading it.

Sincerely, Me by @buckitybarnes

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a quiet fellow when it comes to socializing with you. After one mishap, however, he finds a way to communicate his feelings without speaking so much. You’ve soon come to learn not every relationship has to be verbal to be important. Bucky x Reader. Completed series.

A Week in Boston by @blacktithe7

Summary: It was your first vacation in years. Just one week all by yourself in the big city of Boston. No rules. No expectations. Just a list of places to go and things you wanted to see. That all changed the you run into a certain blue-eyed Boston boy who turned your world upside down. Is it really possible to fall in love with someone in just one week? Or is that kind of love just a fairytale? Chris Evens x Reader. Ongoing series.

Stubborn Love by @barnesrogersvstheworld

Prompt: You cant live your life based on “what-ifs”. Steve Roders x Reader. --- This was so intense, I loved every word.

Date Night by @jaamesbbarnes

Summary: Heavily pregnant but very tired, you still insist to go out for your usual date night with your boyfriend. Chris Beck x Reader. --- This is one of the sweetest fics I ever read. I’ve never heard of “stardust” being used as a pet name and I swear my heart exploded when I read it.

Body Guard by @oliverwxod

Summary: Tony Stark is a very rich man and with that came a lot of enemies. After a tragic event Tony decides himself and the people most important to him, especially his daughter, are in danger. He hires personal body guards. Bucky Barnes is assigned to Y/n Stark, the most troublesome, reckless Stark that there is. Bucky x Reader. Body guard!AU. Ongoing series.--- Absolutely loved this series! So many twists and turns!

40 Days by @abaddonwithyall

Summary: Dean and you are already in an established relationship when he tempts you to give up orgasms for Lent. The only catch? Anyone and Everyone is open to trying to get you off. Let the games begin. Dean x Reader. Eventual Sam x reader, Castiel x reader, Gabriel x reader, Crowley x reader, Charlie x reader, Bela x reader, John x reader, Gadreel x reader, Lucifer x reader, Rowena x reader, Benny x reader, Jo x reader etc. Smut. Uncompleted series. (its from 2016, only the last two parts are missing but its all good) --- This is pure filth and its amazing.

Starved by @theonewiththefanfics

Summary: The Reader is a touchy-feely kind of a person and when she joins the Avengers nothing changes. Apart from the fact that Bucky Barnes is so touch starved, he craves for the soft feel of her skin against his and is over the moon when she treats him the same way she treats everybody else. Yet now day she simply stops, and he doesn't know why. Bucky x reader. Smut

You Aren't My Father by @winchesters-favorite-girl

Summary: When Sam shuts the gates of hell, Dean promised that he would take care of Sam’s little girl. However, things didn't go the way anybody suspected. After Dean settles into his apple pie life, he drifts away from his niece, who decided to take her future into her own hands. Uncle!Dean x Niece!Reader. Angst. Completed series. --- Holy crap. This is one of the best fics I've read, I read this series a long, long time ago and I’m still thinking about it.

My Turn by @sis-tafics

Summary: You and Dean are blowing off some steam. Dean x reader. Smut.

Afraid of the Flame by @thosekidswhohuntmonsters

Summary: Bucky learns from a surprising friend that you shouldn't live a life of things unsaid. Bucky x reader.

It’s My Favorite Movie by @notnaturalanahi

Summary: Classice movie challenge. Movie prompt: “Are you not entertained?” Gladiator - 2000. Sam Winchester x reader. Smut

The Pumpkin Carver by @softlybarnes

Summary: Bucky and Y/N prepare for Halloween, when Bucky realizes something. Bucky x reader. --- I love The Florist and The Beekeeper so much, I was so happy to see you wrote another part. I loved it.

Watching by @mrsjohnsmith

Summary: Dean likes to watch. Sam x reader x Voyeur!Dean. Smut

Stepping Sideways by @siren-kitten-his

Summary: She steps sideways between worlds just watching those that live there...until Jefferson catches her eye. Jefferson (OUAT) x Fae!OC Mae. Smut. --- This is the first ever Jefferson fic I’ve read and i loved it!!

Ride by @wayward-and-worn

Summary: Sam and Y/N are in an established relationship. The milestones that had to cross to get this far go without saying. She's never been on top. Sam Winchester x Plus!Reader. Smut

All that Glitters by @moonbeambucky

Summary: Natasha found a sneaky way to get you to reveal your secret relationship. Bucky x reader. Smut. --- I LOVED this, its so clever and hilarious.

The Unimaginable by @moonbeambucky

Summary: As Bucky’s wife and mother of his child, you always worried for him when he was on a mission. This last mission will change your life forever. Bucky x reader. Angst. --- When i read the summary, I thought I had an idea about what was going to happen but it was so much worse. There were so many tears.

My Love, by @emilyevanston

Summary: Steve writes you a letter every time he goes on a mission. They usually arrive after he gets back. Steve x reader.

The Fiancé by @mycapt-ohcapt

Summary: Life takes an unexpected twist when you and Steve Rogers have to pretend to be engaged to cover up your little white lie. Steve x reader. Fake dating!AU. Completed mini series.

I Can’t Swim by @revengingbarnes

Summary: The reader pretends to drown to grab the attention of the hot lifeguard who looks after the beach. Lies don’t last long though, and eventually it backfires. Lifeguard!Bucky x reader. --- I LOVED this, its so cute and sweet. I had this goofy ass smile on my face the whole time I read it.

Sound by @bucky-barfs

Summary: You and Steve have been pining after each other for a while. Both to afraid to make a more, that is until you're stuck in a limo in heavy traffic. Steve x reader. Smut.

Crowded Places by @papi-chulo-bucky

Summary: You have a hard time warming up to Bucky, who constantly rejects you. But one day after his Winter Soldier mode is triggered, it seems there’s more to his brooding and stand off demeanor than he let’s on. Bucky x Reader/Winter Soldier x reader. --- I loved this!!! I’ve never read one like this and it turned out so sweet and weirdly endearing.

Memories and Music by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Summary: When you follow the sound of beautiful music, you find Bucky Barnes in front of the piano, and wonder if your heart might break just a little. Bucky x reader.

Three Shades of a Man by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Summary: It was different every time, what Bucky needed from you to survive himself. It was in these moments you saw the shades behind the mask he work in front of the world. Bucky x reader. Smut. Completed mini series. --- The first chapter was so intense and such a difference compared to chapel three, which I absolutely loved. It was so sweet and relieving to see their relationship like that after reading the first two chapters. I loved it.

Trepidation by @cumonbucky

Summary: Everything your world was right until Bucky’s ex girlfriend came along. Bucky x reader. Completed mini series. --- This was so good, I just had to add it to the list so we can all share a mutual annoyance at how stupid Bucky was in this fic. Like is he really that clueless or is he just that stupid??? Homegirl should of had a smack down with Dot but either way I absolutely loved this fic!

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September 2022

I'm happy to say that there is a long list this month, and it includes several fandoms. Despite how busy the month was, I had a lot of time to read while riding in the car.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Big Sky~

That Simple ~ @avanatural. Author's Summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sherriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

~Crossovers~

After Hours (Two-shot) ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author's Summary: They’re just outside of Helena, Montana, when they get pulled over. Dean knew that nothing good can come out of letting Y/N behind the wheels of his Baby. Little does he know that it’s probably the best thing that could happen to them in months. That good thing comes in the form of a tall, green-eyed Sheriff.

~MCU~

After ~ @wkemeup. Author's Summary: The morning after confessions and years of self-imposed unrequited love, you and Bucky are finally together. Happy. Until a woman from Bucky’s past shows up and threatens everything.

Dangerous Dance ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None

Would I Lie To You? ~ @cockslutpadalecki. Author's Summary: None (Mean!Steve x F!Hydra!Reader)

~RPF~

Last Night ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats. Author's Summary: The reader is in for a surprise when she finds out the guy from the bar last night shows up on stage at a convention…

Sexiest Bedroom Scene Ever ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Y/N is determined to make Jensen get some sleep, even if other ideas keep popping into her head. And his.

Showing You Off ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: A casual zoom call with his buddy is the perfect place for Jeff to show you off…

~The Sandman~

Mystical Tales ~ @lex-the-flex. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Morpheus x reader)

No Title ~ @dreaming-about-fanfictions. Author's Summary: None (Drabble) (Morpheus x sick!reader)

No Title ~ @full-time-make-believer. Author's Summary: None (Morpheus x fae!wife)

~Supernatural~

Breathe Free Part One ~ @trektraveler. Author's Summary: You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, thank you very much! Dean knew that, he also knew better. He’d seen you sick plenty of times in the past five years, but this was different. This was much more than a cold, but you were so stubborn about doctors! Dean Winchester isn’t about to let you slip away, even if it means going against your wishes. He only hopes he’s not too late!

Breathe Free Part Two ~ @trektraveler. Author's Summary: You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, thank you very much! Dean knew that, he also knew better. He’d seen you sick plenty of times in the past five years, but this was different. This was much more than a cold, but you were so stubborn about doctors! Dean Winchester isn’t about to let you slip away, even if it means going against your wishes. He only hopes he’s not too late!

Could Have Been Me ~ @just-another-busy-fangirl. Author's Summary: TFW finally figures out how to defeat Lucifer, once and for all. It doesn’t end well.

Her Protector ~ @deanwanddamons. Author's Summary: Y/N and Dean decide to have an evening watching horror films.

Impossible Choice ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x reader)

In a Million Memories Chapter Four: Salvation ~ @deaneverafter. Author's Summary: 15 years ago...

In a Million Memories Chapter Five: Cosmic Love ~ @deaneverafter. Author's Summary: a glimpse of Dean's life in Rochester. But what are his dreams and the songs trying to tell him...?

In a Million Memories Chapter Six: The Wreck of Our Hearts ~ @deaneverafter. Author's Summary: Dean dreams more dreams he can't remember and stumbles closer to... something.

In A Million Memories Chapter Seven: I Made a Lovers Prayer ~ @deaneverafter. Author's Summary: Dean deals with a rainy day at the fire station, and ponders everything that's been happening.

Just A Stomach Bug ~ @avanatural. Author's Summary: Y/N, Dean’s girlfriend, suffers from a stomach bug. Dean suspects that she could be pregnant. Suddenly, he finds himself confronted with the idea of starting a family. Is he going to be a dad?

Midnight Things ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Some things can only be dealt with in the middle of the night.

Radio Lust ~ @cryptke. Author's Summary: surprise impala sex fic with dean

To Be Her Hero ~ @talesmaniac89. Author's Summary: Dean can’t fight the demons in his girlfriend’s mind. But he can still be there for her, comforting her.

~The Boys~

Good Girl ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Soldier Boy needs to blow off some steam upon his return to the right side of the pond.

Old Habits ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Butcher and Hughie have a stellar idea to get Soldier Boy to keep up his end of the deal. It goes to hell pretty fast.

~Top Gun: Maverick~

All Or Nothing Part 2-Plus One ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Keeping your promises to Jake may prove to be more challenging when a joyous occasion takes an unexpected turn.

All Or Nothing Part 3-Hand On You ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: The fallout begins as the events of the previous night are revealed.

All Or Nothing Part 4-Broken Promises ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: The broken promises have a devastating effect, causing painful decisions.

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #fic recs #dw's witch reads #september 2022 #100322

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mymusehatesme · 5 years

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Muse’s Tumblr User Recommendations (Part One)

Aight. I’m bored. Muse is bored and wants to list and organize things (don’t ask me, I just work here).

So, we’re putting this list of people together that we enjoy reading content from and hope you’ll find your new obsession, too!

Dislaimer: I have never put one of these things together that tags users. If you want to be taken off this list, please tell me!

YANDERE:

@yanderemommabean - Does a lot of creature fics (naga, drider), but also does Voltron! My first yandere blog, actually! Thanks, momma!

@starryeyedyandere - super creative, covers a lot of fandoms (check his FAQs before requesting anything), and has a cool yandere!fae series (starting here after being inspired by the original work by writerbyaccident) and has original ideas like this one with a demon (!!!). [He had deleted his tumblr, so unfortunately, the only fics that are left are the ones that have been reblogged.]

@writerbyaccident - I can’t mention writer when talking about starry and not have a paragraph for them! I like the Labyrinth, DC, and Marvel fics! (if you’re looking for BNHA yandere fics, look here.)

@yandere-daydreams - read this and tell me it isn’t absolutely perfect. Yandere Greek gods (yandere Persephone, at that) is my jam. Mostly asks and headcanons, but a great way to spend your time!

MARVEL:

@youngmoneymilla - If you don’t know who this is, go forth and READ. You want smut + plot??? Look no further! Some of the best smut + plot I’ve ever found! (I did not think of myself as someone who liked Thor, but dang. This sex pollen one got me.) She was caught plagiarizing and has since deleted her tumblr.

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - (HEED THE WARNINGS!!!) Dark!Steve and Dark!Bucky... damn.

@sherrybaby14 - Try this one on for size. She also has TWD, Supernatural, and others including The Umbrella Academy!

SUPERNATURAL:

@bendingsignpost - I love Ben. He does so much cool stuff like this and this... just... dang. (Bel Canto is a BBC Sherlock Phantom of the Opera AU [127481 words] - drop what you’re doing and bookmark it.)

@thran-duils - Does a lot of reader inserts for Castiel x Reader in creative AUs! (Also Negan from TWD)

@thewhiterabbit42 - GABRIEL CONTENT. If you need Gabriel: Go now, my child. (Dark!Gabriel is a powerful thing, but slightly insecure Gabriel is probably one of my favorites. [Plus, Dark!Gabe + Dark!Chuck = Holy Crap, Okay.])

@thecleverdame - Sam x Reader with smut and A/B/O! This one was a treat - Soulless!Sam and Psychic!Reader!

@holdmesamthatwasbeautiful - Lotsa mini fics + aesthetic pics + read the tags on the pics. Mainly Wincest, does not post reader inserts that I am aware of.... (Search the tag ‘ninni writes’ and you’ll find the fics.)

@kittenofdoomage - Lots of bases covered in the Supernatural fandom - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Crowley, Benny, Gadreel, etc. I’m not sure, but I think my first series of kitten’s was Iron Heart - it’s A/B/O, and it’s GOOD (Dean x Reader).

@bamby0304 - Soulless!Sam in this series was amazing and I’ve read it twice.

@gone-to-fight-the-fairies - Heh heh heh... another Dark!Gabriel fic - I do not have a problem, I promise - a lot of Gabriel and Castiel!

@idabbleincrazy - This Gabriel x Reader one got me. (I was on a Gabriel kick for a while...)

@fanfic-scribbles - Nice, fluffy fics with a gender neutral reader! Lots of Supernatural (Debriel x Reader - don’t go ‘hmmm’ at me - just try it), but lots of Marvel, too (try this Stucky x Reader one...)! This one with Castiel is likely my favorite, though.

@sp-oops - THIS ONE. HOLY SHIT.

@luciferismyhomeboy - Lucifer. Need I say more?

@lucifersagents - More Lucifer!

@sam-fiction - It’s a Sam I hadn’t seen before, but everything is so well characterized, I love it. Sam-centric writings (obviously, from the name).

@winchesterprincessbride - There’s so much to read, you won’t get bored any time soon. Masterlist and the Sam masterlist - try ‘em out!

@lanabanana-86 - This one blew my frickin’ mind!

@spneldritchbang - Looking for dark and twisted stories? They host stories from authors and gather them for you!

@onyxcandy - Speaking of dark and twisted, this blog had strictly Dark!Dean content. (HEED THE WARNINGS!) Demon!Dean, Endverse!Dean, Shifter!Dean, you name it.

IMAGINE BLOGS:

@thefandomimagine - Sparked the flame that is my imagine obsession. Hosts NSFW Sundays, but I think after The Great Tumblr Purge, there is no more currently being put out. Still in the archives, though.

@spn-imagines-nation, @spnimpalaimagines, @spn-imagines-to-feel, @spn-imagines-feels

As always, if you enjoy any of the content from these authors, please reblog and leave a comment on their stuff!

Have fun!

#mymusehatesme ponders #fic rec #fic rec post #s m u t #authors on tumblr #writers on tumblr #muse ponders

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Over the Hills and Far Away- Pt. 6

The Road So Far: The reader, Bobby's adopted daughter, has magical powers, but nobody knows why. One day, She and Dean wake up in a suburban house just outside of Lawrence, with no memory of how they got there. As they investigate, they discover that Bobby is alive, Sam is living with Sarah (we met her back in season one, remember? she died, too.), and the world has been cleansed of all supernatural things. Looking for answers, they travel to Cas's new home, but instead of the angel-turned-human, they find a woman named Celine. Who turned out to not be a friend.

A/N: You guys are amazing. Thank you for the renewed interest in this series. I think you've earned some answers. Just, you know, not all of them. Not just yet.

Word Count: 1,136

From Last Time:

She was still beautiful, but now it wasn’t in a human way at all; it was more in a force-of-nature way. The way a hunting lion is beautiful. Or the shape of lightning. Deadly and unstoppable. Her eyes were more tilted, huge, and glowing orange. Her skin had gone pure white, and her cheekbones jutted out underneath, as though her bones were made of shards of glass. Her hair and dress seemed to drift on a breeze that touched only her. Her ears were long and pointed, and tipped in black. The same black stained the tips of her fingers, which now resembled claws and were tapping contentedly on the table in front of her.

“Got you,” she purred, in a low, soft voice, and smiled, revealing a row of very sharp looking teeth.

Now:

A table full of startled hunters is an interesting thing. Especially if it’s a group that’s been working together for the better part of two decades. It’s less like a traditional family, and more like a pack of deadly animals. You all moved in unison, leaping out of your chairs and drawing weapons from their hiding places; waistbands, boots, back pockets, and sleeves. As one, you pivoted to face the threat that was sitting calmly in a battered cane back chair, smiling up at you like an indulgent mother.

“Bless,” Celine chuckled. Then she moved one clawed hand, as though she was snatching a butterfly out of the air. Or yanking the leash of an unruly dog. “Sit.” she snarled.

You were all shoved back into your chairs by an unseen force. Your hands- still grasping their respective weapons- were lashed to the table by invisible bonds. Bobby glowered at your captor with murder in his eyes. Sam was breathing heavily through his nose. Sarah’s Face was pulled into a grimace, as though she was struggling, but she couldn’t seem to move at all.

“What the hell did you do to us, lady? What was in that pie?” Snarled Dean.

Celine whipped her head around to face him, as though she couldn’t have been more surprised if one of the chairs had spoken. Then her eyes flitted between you and Dean, and grew thoughtful.

“Interesting…” she mused, leaning forward and examining Dean like an entomologist inspecting a new variety of insect. Then- before you could really register any movement- she was beside him, swinging one of her clawed hands at his face.

“DEAN!” You screamed, struggling against the magic that held you. But there was nothing to worry about. Celine’s hand stopped inches from Dean’s left eye, repelled by a flash of gold light. Dean hissed and jerked forward as though he had been burned by the back of his chair. You shot a glance to Bobby, Sam, and Sarah. They were completely Immobile. Whatever Celine had done to your family, it affected you and Dean less than the others. Celine seemed to have realized this, too, and it amused her.

“Oh, but this is too delicious!” She chuckled, turning her fanged smile to you. “You Claimed him? You silly thing. Who knew you had that much power?” Her smile disappeared. “Not that it will save you or your pet, in the end,” She spat the word ‘pet’ as though it were some kind of disgusting bodily function. “You’ve eaten our food. You are Bound.”

That stopped you cold. Faeries could trap people in their realm by feeding them Fae food. It all made sense, now.

“You’re a faerie,” you choked out the words past a lump of terror in your throat. “We’re in the land of Faerie?!”

Celine’s lip curled up in a derisive smile. “Took you long enough to work that out. That’ll be your mother’s side of things, I should think. Slow human brains.”

“My mother?” Your head was spinning- it was like your mind was unlocking, but so many tumblers falling into place at once disoriented you.

Celine smiled again and leaned forward, bracing one hand on the table between you and Dean, and bringing her face level with yours.

“Why, my dear child. I should think you’d have figured it out by now. You’re really beginning to bore me.”

That was the last straw. You had had enough of her smug half-answers. You were done being jerked around. You strained even harder against your magical bonds and met Celine’s glare head-on.

“Ok, lady,” you snarled, “Enough foreplay. Who the fuck are you? And how do you know anything about me, my mother, or my power?”

Celine giggled, using one clawed finger to brush a lock of hair off of your forehead and tuck it behind your ear.

“Silly girl. I’m your faerie godmother.”

You stared- thunderstruck- at Celine for a long moment.

“Come again?” Dean’s voice floated up from behind her, where he was still pinned in his chair. Celine straightened up and swung around to face him.

“Her faerie godmother, I said,” She swept regally back to the head of the table, settled herself once more into the cane back chair, and with an imperious wave of her hand, released the bonds on you all.

“Not so fast, old man,” Celine pointed one claw at Bobby, who had braced his hands on the table, preparing to rise to his feet. “Our business here needn’t include violence. I am simply discharging my obligations to the girl,” this last statement included a nod at you. Bobby settled back into his seat, glowering. No one, you saw, had let go of their weapons.

“I don’t know if you've noticed, lady,” you scoffed, “but I’m not really in the market for glass slippers and a poofy dress, so cut the crap. What’s your deal?”

“To ensure your safe delivery to your proper place. Which you would have known, if you hadn’t been stolen by this troglodyte,” her orange eyes flashed at Bobby, “and hidden from us for so many years.”

“Her proper place is with us,” Sam said darkly. “She’s our family, not yours.” Strangely, that one statement from your ‘brother’ meant more than you could express. Dean’s knee pressed against yours, grounding you further. You began to draw measured breaths again, your hammering heart rate slowing a little.

“I assure you, little boy, she is my family. She is the offspring of my brother,” said Celine.

That knocked the wind out of you all over again. You had never known your biological father. After Bobby had saved you, he had become your dad. He had become everything. Until you met the Winchesters, that is.

“So...” you croaked, unable to resist asking, “who is my father?”

“His Name is his own, and not yours to know. All you do need to know is that he is a prince of the Sidhe,” stated Celine proudly.

“The ‘she’?” Asked Dean, his lip curling in confusion.

“The Sidhe, you stupid ape,” snarled Celine, somehow managing to make the word sound different, even though it was in fact pronounced ‘she’. “The ruling class of the Fae. Your owner is a noblewoman, however loosely that term applies.” She flicked her eyes over you in a disgusted glance.

You and Dean began talking at the same time.

“My owner? Look here, bitch-”

“I’m sorry- are you telling me I’m a freakin’ faerie princess?”

“Of course not, girl,” snapped Celine (she ignored Dean completely). “You are only half Fae. Your birth was a necessary abomination. Your cow mother never even knew what you are. Or what you were born to be.”

You felt your cheeks flush, despite yourself. “What was I born to be, then?”

“The Tithe to Hell, of course.”

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Tune in next week to figure out what the fuck is going on!

Tags: @mamaredd123, @motleymoose, @raelady1184, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @icecream-and-gadreel, @singingphoenix, @deevoon, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @mrsgabrieltrickster, @emilyymichelle

#Fae!reader #dean x reader #spn fic #spn fanfic #spn fanfic series #fic series #Over the Hills and Far Away #hunter!reader x dean #hunter!reader

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malereadersdeservelovetoo · 5 years

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The Fairies Bar (Dean Winchester x male reader)

This week had been the worse so far, since (Y/N) had moved to the small city of Greenwood, Virginia. Supernatural creatures infested the town, from faeries to witches, and vampires to a lonesome werewolf. The local coven was composed of five black magic practitioners, 3 women, and 2 men. They had tried to convince him to join their coven, when they first felt his magic entering the town, to balance out their numbers. However, he had refused and now, almost every week, they tried to kill him in order to gain his power.

The faeries weren’t any better. The bar they ran, always full of men and women who had befallen the fae’s charms, slowly dying without realizing it. A witch’s blood and magic strengthen them, and they had tried too, to pry him into their grasp. He stayed as far away as possible from the bar, walking the long way back to his house, and passing by the local store to buy sugary treats. The vampires, afraid of his magic, and having a contract with the coven, had left him alone, thankfully.

The werewolf was the only nice supernatural creature, he had found in the town. A rogue werewolf had bitten him and left him for dead, (Y/N) had tried to help him into the life has best as he could. However, Mark was still too afraid to socialize with other people.

The war had been going on, for two weeks now, vampires had started feeding on the faeries regulars, and they were not happy about it. Two vampires had already been found dead, alongside half a dozen humans. If they kept this war, they would attract unwanted attention from hunters.

(Y/N) was closing his shop, ready to start his way home and get himself some mars along the way. Feeling that the sweet delicacy would satisfy him for a while until dinnertime. Yet, when he turned around, he noticed two men wearing flannel shirts, worn out pants and leather the smaller of them wearing a leather jacket, coming out of an Impala. They were going into the faeries’ bar, La Fey. He recognized they were hunters, and not wanting them to worsen the war, went after them into the bar.

As soon as he entered, Grace, one of the co-owners of the bar, caressed his cheek. “Finally decided to give us a taste of that witchy blood!” she cooed. “I’m here on business.” (Y/N) said, as his eyes glowed a threateningly dark blue, his magic flowing through his veins. Grace let go of him, keeping an eye on him. He made his way towards the bar, standing next to the hunters. The taller one, noticing his presence, alerted his brother. The older brother turned around, looking Him up and down and noticing to treat, turned around and saying, “We’re not interested!”

(Y/N) rolled his eyes; did he really think he was trying to pick him up? What a prick. He lowered himself down, whispering into the man’s ear; “You’re in a faeries bar unless you wanna become a snack, follow me!” (Y/N) straightens himself up, turned back around and walked off. The brothers’ quickly following after him. Nevertheless, both Grace and Alice (the owners of the bar), stood, blocking their path, with security men.

“Tell me, (Y/N). Were you really thinking about running off with our patrons? You know that once they step foot inside they are ours. We agreed on this, with your kind.” Said Alice, containing her rage. Both Winchester brothers’ tensed, feeling under armed. (Y/N)’s eyes flashed blue again, ready to cast a spell if they so much as moved a muscle. “That treaty does not involve me. I am claiming them under my protection; if you so much as touch a hair in their heads, I’ll crumble your bar. With you inside.” His voice was monotonous, eerily dangerous, Alice’s eyes lit with fire, yet she moved aside, allowing them to retreat safely out of the bar.

“Thank you.” Said the younger one, looking perplexed as to why a witch would help them. The witch, walking them to their car, finally turning to face them. “You need to leave. There’s nothing you can do here, you’ll die trying.” With that, he disappeared leaving to trace behind.

The next morning, as (Y/N) was organizing the Greek Mythology books, the door to his shop opened, in walking the two brothers. “If you need help looking for anything just give me a shout”. The younger of them walked to the Nordic Mythology session, as the older made his way behind (Y/N). He touched his shoulder, making the male turn around. “Thank, for yesterday I mean.” At seeing the look of confusion of the male’s face, he followed; “I’m Dean. Dean Winchester, that’s Sammy.” He handed over a piece of paper. “Call me if you’re ever in trouble. So that we can repay our debt.” (Y/N) noticed, what seemed to be a blush, covering Dean’s cheeks. “That won’t be necessary. I helped you because I wanted to minimize the number of innocents’ deaths.”

As (Y/N) was going to return the paper, Dean rolled his hand, keeping the phone number safe inside. “Insurance then.” In addition, as he let go of the shopkeeper’s hand, he gave him a peck on the cheek, before making his way outside, into the Impala. Now, it was (Y/N)’s turn to blush, he unfolded the piece of paper, seeing the famous Winchester’s number there. He folded it again and stored it safely inside his coat’s pocket. The younger Winchester left with a few books, and (Y/N) watched as the Impala drove away. Feeling like this week was the better one, ever since he set foot on Greenwood.

#dean winchester #male reader #supernatural #spn

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carryonmyswansong · 5 years

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Mobile Masterlist

These works of fiction contain adult themes and subject matter. Please do not read, reply, or reblog, if you are under the age of 18.

All missing tumblr links are coming soon! Fics can be found on AO3.

All page dividers were created by me. If you’d like to use any of them, please message me. I make these to sell and offer sets of two for $3. Crossover Header was created by me. Please do not use.

Characters - Pairings

Sterek (Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale)

Mother’s Day Introductions - Oneshot - tumblr | AO3 (Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski) Stiles visits the cemetery, on Mother’s Day. Derek finds him there, but not where he was expecting. (lots of fluff, I promise!!

Steter (Stiles Stilinski x Peter Hale)

Two Men and a Tree - Series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Peter Hale x Stiles Stilinski) After a falling out with Derek and the rest of the wolves in Beacon Hills, and Peter Saving Stiles from himself, Stiles and Peter take a road trip. They do not intend to come back. Instead they build a Pack in Montana. They are gone for ten long years, before Derek calls Peter, begging for his help.

Characters

Dean Winchester/demon!Dean

A Whiskey With An Umbrella - series, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Reader) A long day at work brings you to a bar and in the arms of someone unexpected.

Summertime Sadness - oneshot - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x OFC Autumn) Autumn has a medical crisis, and loses the battle. Chuck needs her back in the game, however. This is her journey. The ending is a happy one.

I Will Never Be The Same - oneshot - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Reader) Over the course of many years, Dean Winchester walks through the doors to the bar that you own. Changing your life, just a little bit more, each time.

Summer Lovin' - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Plus Size!Reader) She and Dean go on a camping trip, at her urging, to get away for awhile. They are best friends, and have been for a decade. Will a night of bonding change that?

First Time For Everything - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Reader) He first sees her singing about her heartbreak, in some backwoods out of the way karaoke bar. He in turn sings a song to her. Eventually having a whole conversation through music, they start to fall for each other. Will their love survive their greatest secrets?

Skinny Love - series, eventual smut, destiny fic - tumblr | AO3 (Dean x Plus Size!Reader) She finds herself at the tail end of an abusive relationship. She confronts her fiance. What follows is the story of how she heals, becomes a hunter, and finds love again.

Jar of Hearts - series, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Main: Dean/demon!Dean x Reader, Secondary: Crowley x Reader) Dean is gone and she needs resume her life after realizing that Dean is Something Else™. Trying to reach some level of normalcy, her life changes in an instant, once demon!Dean tracks her down and gets his hands on her. She has some decisions she needs to make, after this big event.

A 6th Sense - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 [Dean x Reader, Sam x Rowena (originally written feb 2018)] She has long suspected that Dean can actually see ghosts and not just that he always seems to have perfect timing. So when an opportunity arises where she can prove it, she decides to have some fun with it. Things don’t go quite to plan though.

Castiel

Heat, and a Flutter of Wings - oneshot, A/B/O AU, Smut - tumblr | AO3 (Castiel x Reader) Her 21st birthday hits. She thought she was a Beta. She never presented until now. The boys are both Omegas and can’t help her. What’s a girl to do?

Main Characters - No Pairings

The One In Which Dean Reads FanFiction - tumblr | AO3 (Dean, Sam - no pairings) Dean reads fanfiction and one of his his favorite authors just posted.

Dear Bobby - oneshot - tumblr | AO3 Dean pens a letter to Bobby, a year after he passes.

Polyamorous Pairings

(May contain Wincest. Those fics will be labeled.)

Bad Moon Rising - series, A/B/O AU, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean x Reader, Castiel x Reader, Dean x Castiel, Dean x Reader x Castiel) She has several chronic illnesses and takes a lot of medicine to keep going. Her illnesses are PCOS (PolyCystic Ovarian Syndrome), Fibromyalgia and depression as a result. She may have these illnesses but it makes her a damn good hunter. PCOS affects how she presents. Genetically, she is an Omega. But once the PCOS flairs, it makes her half present as Alpha. She meets the Winchesters and Castiel on a major hunt. The brothers question her ability, but Castiel is awe struck by her ability to keep going. This is the story of how everyone met and how they interact.

Fantasy Island - series, A/B/O AU, eventual Wincest - tumblr | AO3 (Reader x Dean x Castiel x Sam) She dozes off and wakes up to find herself in the backseat of a familiar car. But the universe rules are different. She tries, desperately, to navigate this new world.

Restless - complete series, smut, NO wincest - tumblr | AO3 (Reader x Dean, Reader x Sam) She is a hunter that has Restless Leg Syndrome. She lives with the Winchesters and hunt with them. They finally know about her illness but don’t realize how bad it is until one night she has to share a bed with one of the brothers and her medication fails to stop the tremors in her body. Life, for the her, Sam, and Dean, will change and they look forward to this new adventure.

Actors

Chris Evans

So Good For Me - onshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Chris x Reader) In the early hours of the morning, (Y/n) wakes Chris up, slowly, and teasingly.

Characters

Loki

Good Enough - multi book series (Loki x Plus Size Reader)

Book One: The Time Before - tumblr | AO3 (Y/n) is an Avenger. Her powers are healing and destructive. She doesn’t look like a superhero but she also moves in a way you wouldn’t expect, looking at her. Book one explores her place in the Avenger Tower.

Polyamorous Pairings

Chance Encounters - series, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Plus Size Reader x Bucky x Clint) Running more behind then she’d like, (Y/n) has to use the gym and shower at the tower. A chance encounter changes everything.

Lace and High Heels - complete series, smut - tumblr | AO3 [Loki x Plus Size Reader x OMC (unnamed husband)] Her, and her husband, are invited to New York, to visit with a friend. While in town, their friend invites the couple to an exclusive pajama party, where anything goes. She meets a very interesting man, and naughtiness ensues.

Non-Polyamorous Parings

WinterHawk

Too Much, But Not Enough - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 (WinterHawk) It's the middle of a record heatwave in New York, and Clint and Bucky find a way to pass the time on their first day off together in a very long time.

Marvel AU/Crackfic/Darkfic

The Metal Arms Inn - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Bucky x Plus Size Reader) [semi hiatus] She, Sam, and Dean happen upon the only Inn in like 100 miles of the area they were hunting in. Needing a place to stop and rest, that isn’t the inside of the car, they brave the dark dirt road, lit with a single lit up sign with the name of the place. She realizes there’s something VERY familiar about the owner and bartender of the place. This is the story of how they all met, and how (y/n) and Bucky heal each other, fall in love, and how the four of them hunt together and save the world.

Multi-Fandom Crossovers

A Birthday Celebration - complete series, smut - tumblr | AO3 Supernatural, Once Upon A Time, Constantine (2005), BBC’s Sherlock, MCU, X-Men, Criminal Minds (Benny Lafitte x Reader, Remy LeBeau x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader, Benny Lafitte x Remy LeBeau, Benny Lafitte x Dean Winchester) Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be.

(Orcs, elves, seelie/unseelie/fae, kelpies,mimics, vampires, demons, naga, werewolves, various merfolk, forest spirits, gargoyles, etc etc)

Orcs

Orc Boyfriend Borlin - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Borlin x plus size!Reader) She gets lots on her way to a village to sell her wares. She ends up in a different village and meets a man that will change the course of her future.

Characters:

Poe Dameron

Writing Excerpt - NSFW! smut - tumblr | AO3 (Poe Dameron x Reader) A while back, I was commissioned to write this sex scene for a fic someone wrote. I wanted to share this with you all since it is a thing I wrote. Essentially, FO!Poe deflects, joins the right side, and instantly there’s chemistry between him and the Commander assigned to keep watch over him to ensure that Poe isn't actually a spy and has actually deflected. This is the passionate sex scene that results after a hostile meeting and both grating on each other's nerves. Reader is forced to bunk with him until he can prove his place. I hope you enjoy it! Blatant Princess Bride reference, lol

Headcanons and Imagines

(coming soon)

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