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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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The Devil's Heel - Lucifer (Supernatural)

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Word count: 4k

Warnings: Injury, canon violence and descriptions of gore/injury. Not proofread.

soulmate au (where an angel's soulmate can see their wings because i love thag au so much), x gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n! Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort.

Summary: Reader has a bad past with angels. They get hurt on a hunt and, although they didn't know the devil that has been staying in the bunker was their soulmate, Lucifer comes to the rescue. They're terrified, understandably so.

I groaned in pain as I was thrown into a wall for the second time today. My head slammed backwards against it, and I saw stars. A weak moan left my lips when gravity worked its magic. I slid down ungracefully to the floor, my body a limp heap. My angel blade clattered onto the floor a meter away from me. The demon-who I hadn't identified yet-kicked the knife even further away from my grasping hands; just for good measure.

"You fucking-" I hissed out, shoving myself to my uninjured forearm, hunched over and gasping. My trembling voice did little to hide the panic threatening to claw its way up my throat. This was just supposed to be a salt and burn. Maybe a poltergeist at worst.

"How original." He sneered. A hand came down, gingerly taking my angel blade I always kept at my side. I raised my head and growled, low and raspy, and he suddenly plunged it into my shoulder. A strangled gasp escaped me as I toppled backwards from the force of the blow, clutching my shoulder. The demon ripped it out, cutting my palms in the process. He slashed it across my chest once, then twice over my torso. My vision was blurred badly. I could barely whimper out hoarse noises of agony, only able to toss my head back and forth. I was barely conscious.

Even so, as I drifted in and out of consciousness, I couldn't help but to be forced to relive the pain, the torture that had come during my 'stay' with certain angels.

I heard a voice in the distance.It was the demon; finally tired of toying with me and, with a bored sigh, sunk the angel blade somewhere through my broken ribs. First came the shock. Then I felt a sudden, sharp pain in my chest when I drew in a surprised gasp. It became hard to breath without triggering the agony, so my breath came in short pants. Instinctively, I just wanted the thing in my chest that was causing me pain out. So, without giving it a second thought, that's what I did. I grasped at the handle of the blade, crying out as it slid out of my chest.

The demon immediately knocked the knife out of my hand, as if I was any threat to him in my current condition. I went limp, realizing my mistake of removing the blade when it now became even harder to breathe. My hand rested limply over the wound with the intent to apply pressure, that I didn't have the strength in me for. My eyes fluttered shut.

I flinched when I heard the sound of feathers fluttering; the sound an all too familiar one to me. I struggled to not bolt upright, hoping it was just a figment of my near-death brain, tormenting me before I died. Even so, I forced my eyes open. I fought to focus my eyes on the new winged figure, who was obviously an angel. There was only one angel, I knew, whose wings I could see. It was none other than Lucifer.

Lucifer, the fallen archangel. Lucifer, one of the oldest and most powerful of his brothers and sisters. Lucifer, who was supposed to be caged in the bunker, at the moment. The devil himself, who appeared to have escaped the banker's warding to keep him contained from causing the apocalypse.

My eyes widened in alarm. I forced myself onto my forearms, immediately regretting the action when pain shot through my right arm. Panting, I writhed on my side, struggling to put as much distance between myself and the archangel as I could. His eyes, red with fury, darted between the demon and my broken form on the floor. His wings were spread out in what could only be meant to intimidate. They were taut, and almost vibrated with rage. I heard him mutter something low and angry under his breath, before the demon was a stuttering mess. It apologized hastily, but that didn't stop the devil. He raised his hand, middle finger and thumb tips poised to snap. The demon backed up as if the distance would keep him safe. A snap echoed hauntingly throughout the abandoned room, and the demon exploded into a cloud of black dust. It only reminded me just how powerful the archangel, who now faced me, was. I shrank back, panting shallowly and cradling my broken forearm to my chest.

I heard him say something, but my brain couldn’t register it. All I knew was, before I could even blink twice, he was standing beside me, peering down at me. His eyes, now blue, roamed over my beaten form, taking in my condition. I shifted, struggling away from him until I coughed. My breath hitched in my throat painfully as I twisted around for the angel blade sheathed at my hip, only to remember it had been knocked out of my grip by the demon, and had clattered onto the floor uselessly. Blood bubbled up in my mouth, confirming what I already knew was true. I coughed again, and again, fighting to twist onto my stomach. No matter how much it hurt, I knew I would drown in my own blood if I didn’t; but I couldn’t. The deep wounds on my abdomen bled profusely, soaking the worn floorboards with my blood, so much that it began to pool around me. It made the floor slippery, and my hand slipped uselessly against the floor as I struggled to right myself. With every shallow breath came a little more blood. I continued to cough, instinctively, even though it hurt more than anything.

I didn’t have the strength to fight when I felt arms wrap around my body, pulling me into the devil’s lap as he now kneeled on the floor beside me. Still coughing up blood, I gratefully sucked in the air I could now get, thanks to not lying on my back anymore. I panted, unable to focus on anything but the air in my lungs; and the pain in my lungs that would have had me sobbing if I had the breath to.

When the coughing fit ended, I laid limp in Lucifer’s arms for a moment more, my energy spent. It took me several heartbeats before I began to kick my legs weakly, and then fought against his iron grip. I knew he was abnormally strong, much stronger than any human. If he didn’t want to let me go, I wouldn’t be going anywhere. And he didn’t. My eyes widened in panic, and I struggled more and more against his grip on me. He allowed me to flip onto my side, and I whipped my head up. His eyes had an uncharacteristic softness in them. That, paired with the foreign expression on his face, only served to further confuse and scare me. I had been tortured and nearly killed-only to be healed and brought back for more-by so called angels many times over. I knew how quickly angels could shift. If angels were that terrible, the fallen archangel holding me now could only be much, much worse.

I whimpered pathetically, writhing in his grip as I remembered how he had turned that demon-the one that had just about killed me-into nothing so easily. He was a creature of nightmares, far worse than a demon. He was, after all, the devil himself.

“Calm down, sheesh.” He said, though it wasn’t accompanied by an eye roll or the sarcastic tone it usually would have been. His voice was flat, deadpan at most, tinged with something bordering worry. Almost like..fear? What could the devil possibly have to fear?

I forced myself to still, my breath still coming in pained, shallow pants. He shifted me in his arms, and I found myself letting him. I didn't make any attempt to shuffle away from him, even when I had the chance to do so. Maybe I was too tired. I had lost a lot of blood, after all; I was dying. And I didn't know what the devil had in his plans for me. The thought sent a jolt of fear into my very being.

I did protest, though, when his arms slid under me and he stood, hoisting me up with him effortlessly. I found myself clutching to him with shaking hands, a strangled, painful noise leaving my throat at the

small movement. His wings curled around the both of us almost protectively, although I had the nagging feeling it was more for me than for him. I clung to him as the familiar, yet foreign feeling of angel teleportation washed over me. The few times I had experienced it, it had felt completely different; it had felt wrong. Uncomfortable, to say the least. My entire being had tingled almost painfully, like pins and needles. But this time, with Lucifer, it felt familiar in the most foreign way possible. A comfortable warmth spread through every fiber of my being. One that almost felt as if it were coming from inside me, as well as him; instead of the pins and needles that had tried to painfully penetrate my skin before. If it hadn't been for the terror of my past trauma, I might have even found it comforting.

When my eyes finally focused, I realized we were at the bunker. I felt a little better at the familiar surroundings. Simultaneously, remembering the Winchester's absence, my fear rose. But exhaustion and shock were beginning to catch up to me. As well as the knowledge that I would most certainly die if I didn't tend to my injuries.

"Let me go." I mumbled, pushing my hand against his chest.

"Do you really think you can stand in your condition?" He argued, but he shifted me in his arms anyway. Carefully, with more caution that I would have expected, he stood me on my feet. He didn't go far, nearly hovering over me as he let me go. As soon as he let go, my legs buckled, and he was holding my waist, lowering me to the floor.

"Get away from me." I hissed out painfully. My chest felt like I had been stabbed again as I inhaled sharply.

"Do you want to die or do you want to die?" He shook his head, glaring at me. "Stubborn humans." He muttered under his breath, crossing his arms.

He turned around, taking several paces away from me before spinning back around. "What will it be?"

"I- I need help." I admitted quetly, hanging my head in defeat.

"I guess you're not the most stupid one." He mused, as if this were a game. "But, haven't you ever been told not to make deals with the devil?"

I grit my teeth. "'S not really like I have a choice right now."

"Right-o there." He grinned. He kneeled beside me once again. His hand outstretched, two fingers poised to touch the most fatal wound I had; the puncture to my lung.

I shrank away, willing myself to allow it to just happen. As his fingertips began to glow, I panicked.

"No, no. No grace-" I mumbled out, flinching into the wall.

He noticed my fear and, unlike I had expected, he withdrew his hand immediately. His expression was torn for a split second, but ultimately he allowed the confusion to show clear on his face. "What? Why not?"

"I can't..explain. Just.." My voice shook. "Please." I said quietly, my lungs hurting more with every word.

He surprised me yet again with the suddenly softer tone in his voice. "I'm going to have to, for this one at least." He explained gently. I debated, struggling internally. He waited patiently, never showing a hint of impatience or irritation.

"Okay." I answered softly. I felt how each breath hurt more and more; it became harder and harder to suck in air as my lung collapsed. He nodded grimly, so close now that he took up the entirety of my unfocused sight. In my peripherals, his wings curled around me protectively, though I tried not to focus on them. I had a hard time believing that the devil was suddenly protective of me, but I didn't want to think of how his wings could be boxing me in as well.

He glanced at me for confirmation, surprising me, and I nodded. Still, I couldn't help but to shrink against the wall as his glowing fingers met the fatal wound on my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my jaw and preparing for the pain that usually came with an angel's healing.

But just like before, Lucifer's grace was warm, and entirely unpainful. Compared to my previous experiences with being healed by angels, where I had felt the bones in my body shifting painfully back into place, and the stinging of open wounds being forced back together; this was a part of me. It was something bigger than both of us, I could sense that much, but there was something in me that rose up to meet his grace when he used it on me.

I found myself relaxing at the comforting warmth, the safety, I felt. My muscles relaxed, and I slumped against the wall. A small sigh left my lips when I realized I was able to breathe without nearly as much pain anymore. Still though, I hesitated to open my eyes.

"It's done." Lucifer's voice told me, uncharacteristically kind. I knew once I was in my right mind again, I would be getting serious whiplash from this.

"Thank you." I said gratefully, finally opening my eyes. I had to stop myself from jerking back at his unexpected closeness. His vessel's blue eyes were level with mine, something unreadable flitting around in them.

"Let me heal the rest." His voice wasn't pleading-he was the devil, and he never would stoop that low-but it was close.

"No, I'm-" I hissed between gritted teeth as I pushed myself to my feet. He stood quickly, mirroring my actions. "I'm fine."

I took a hesitant step forward, still weak, and stumbled right into him. "Woah there." He said, catching me by the shoulders, his wings once again curling around me; seemingly out of instinct, by now. I flinched purely out of instinct, although I didn't know what I had been expecting to happen. He had already proved he wouldn't harm me.

"I'm fine." I repeated stubbornly, suddenly aware he had healed my arm, too. I looked down at my arm, then to him, narrowing my eyes. "Thank you." I said half begrudgingly.

He shrugged. "Figured you couldn't bandage yourself up with just one working arm."

"Guess so." I grunted, shuffling against the wall. I stopped in the hallway, just outside the door to the infirmary. I closed my eyes, leaning against the doorframe and letting out a nauseated breath.

"You good?" His voice made me jump. I hadn't expected him to follow me here; I thought he would have lost interest now that the threat of death was no longer looming over me. The excitement was gone. Even more puzzling, was the seemingly genuine question from the devil.

"I'm good." I answered, a bit more harshly than I had intended to. He didn't seem offended in the least.

With more effort than it should have taken, I finally pushed the door to the infirmary open, staggering in. I immediately went for the painkillers, before remembering the archangel that had followed me into the room, not leaving my side for a second. I hesitated, before groaning and turning to the bandages and disinfectants. I hoisted myself onto the bed, letting everything onto the bed beside me.

Tugging my shirt off, I still hissed in pain at the various deep slashes that were littered across my stomach and ribs. I looked up for a moment to find Lucifer leaning against the doorframe, a frown on his face. As soon as he caught me though, he immediately opened his mouth to, most likely, make a sharp remark.

"Not in the mood." I ground out, my eyes flashing to his for a brief moment. Surprisingly, he shut his mouth.

Tears welled in my eyes at the burning sensation as I dabbed at the gouges in my skin with a water-dampened cloth. My hands shook. This wasn't even the worst of it yet.

Next came the alcohol. That was, until I couldn't help the whimper and the involuntary jerk of my hand that caused the bottle to go flying onto the floor. I grasped my stomach as if that would help to lessen the pain, gasping. Out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw Lucifer flinch simultaneously.

"You need, uh, you need help with that?" He offered, his voice guarded as he tried not to sound too helpful.

"Yeah, probably." I sighed in defeat. I held myself still from flinching when he came closer. His fingertips brushed mine as he took the bandages and cloth. Gently, he dabbed at the gashes running across my stomach, while my hands balled up the white sheets into fists. I grit my teeth.

"I could just heal them." He insisted again, sighing in annoyance.

I shook my head. "Why are you so against my grace?"

"I just am."

"There's more to it than that." He huffed, but the feathers on his wings didn't ruffleI as they usually did when he was irritated. I knew it was an invitation to open up to him.

I sucked in a sharp breath at the alcohol he poured onto a wound, jerking back slightly. "I haven't had the best experiences with it. Or angels in general." I said hesitantly, quietly. He hummed, indicating he was listening. "They..they tortured me before. For information." I put it bluntly. I didn't see the point in dancing around the truth, not around the devil.

A frown had formed on his face. His jaw was rigid and his wings moved towards me slightly, taut with tension as well. "What kind of information?"

"About you." My voice was small, in an attempt to not anger him further. It wasn't my fault, but I didn't know that.

His eyes began to glow with the faintest hint of red, and every muscle in his body was tensed. "Lucifer?" I asked quietly. He took a step back.

"This whole time, they knew, and they dared to-" He muttered to himself. At the rage in his voice, I unconsciously leaned away from him, my arms coming up around my now-bandaged waist defensively. He immediately cut himself off when he saw the fear on my face and in my posture, taking a deep breath. His eyes slowly faded back to his vessel's blue. His wings were still taut, but he gave me a look to continue.

"They would leave me nearly dead, then heal me up again with their grace for another round." I told him what I knew he wanted to hear; what they had done to me. Why I was afraid of his angel's grace. I grit my teeth, furiously wiping away the tears in my eyes. It had happened only a few months ago, and the memories were still fresh enough to almost feel them as I explained it.

His face held a sort of understanding now that he knew. He nodded, though I could still feel the fury radiating off of him.

"Why are you still here?" I asked, in an attempt to break the ice and as a genuine question. "I'm not going to die anymore, there's no more excitement to be had." He pretended to look offended.

"Couldn't let my soulmate just die now, could I?" Soulmate. Even though it sounded foreign to me, it almost immediately seemed to make sense. It was the word, no, the explanation I had been looking for since the strangeness of his grace, compared to the other angels. That, and the closer bond that had seemed to draw the two of us together ever since he had first used his grace on me.

Even so, I had to consciously make an effort to close my mouth that had opened in shock. "We're-"

"Surprise! Your soulmate is the devil. Lucky you, right?" He grinned, though I could see something in his eyes that wasn't right.

"No, more like lucky you." I smiled weakly, still unsure. I had come across very brief, shallow information of angels and soulmates before in different texts, but I still knew so little about it. "You get a hunter as a soulmate."

He faked a grimace. "Yeah." He seemed more relaxed though, and I knew what I hadn't been able to place in his eyes before. He was afraid that I would be disappointed. That he had waited only god knows how long for a soulmate-maybe even believing he didn't have one, as part of his punishment-only for his soulmate to hate him, to hate being tied to the devil himself.

"So how does this..work…now?" I trailed off, gesturing between us.

"We're attached at the hip now!" He exclaimed.

"Seriously. Why didn't this come up before? How long have you known? Did-" I was silenced by a finger to my lips, and suddenly Lucifer was much closer than he ever had been, face inches from mine.

"Quiet with the questions, sheesh." He groaned, leaning away. "May I?" He motioned to the empty spot on the bed beside me. I nodded.

"First of all, my grace, well, activates the bond, you could say. That's why this hasn't happened before. I didn't know until then, either. Although, I've always had this nagging pull towards you, I suppose. Annoying." He huffed. I unconsciously leaned towards him, our shoulders brushing.

"Being my..mate," He almost hesitated at using that word, glancing at me, but I didn't grimace or react negatively towards his word choice. "Your soul is intertwined with mine. In other words, you have a small bit of my grace in you. And I, a small piece of your soul."

"That's why your grace doesn't hurt." I mumbled in realization, more to myself than to him. "Oh."

He looked down at me, eyes telling me to explain. "The angels, when they used their grace on me before. It was like it was penetrating into my skin. It hurt. But yours…didn't. Not at all."

He explained more, but I began to nod off against his shoulder, exhaustion finally catching up to me. The sound of his voice was surprisingly comforting as I dozed, until he stopped, noticing my unconsciousness.

"Let's get you to your own bed." He stood, slowly, so I had time to wake up before I dropped from his shoulder. I jolted awake at the movement, apologizing profusely once I realized what I had done. The smug smile on his face told me enough.

I leaned against him heavily as we walked down the hallway to my own room. He shoved the door open, nearly supporting me by my waist. I immediately slumped onto the bed with a sigh and a wince. My eyes already began to shut again, until Lucifer pulled away. When I opened them, his wings were taut, poised to leave.

"Don't go."

His look was one of surprise. "What?"

"Stay here." I knew, with the events of today, that my nightmares would be haunting me the minute I slipped off into sleep. I didn't know how to explain it to myself, least of all to him, how I felt safer with him there. How the prospect of him leaving at the moment was almost scary to me. I didn't have to though, he read it all through our bond.

He nodded silently, kicking his shoes off and sitting on the edge of the bed. He waited for my confirmation before pulling me against him and lying us both down on the mattress. With a sigh, I felt myself immediately relaxing against him.

I felt safe as I drifted off, though somewhere in the back of my head, I knew this was the devil and he was dangerous. But I also knrw there was no threat here. Not as long as he was with me.

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clearlyaginger · 7 months

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godofstupidsentences · 10 months

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One thing about me is that I’ll ALWAYS defend eldest siblings in medias

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talesmaniac89 · 2 years

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Limelight Masterlist

A Dean x Reader Social Media AU

Pairing: CEO!Dean x Journalist!Reader

Summary: The workaholic and media shy CEO of Winchester Inc, Dean Winchester, is forced to try online dating by his friends. What will happen when he swipes right on (Y/N), who is working on a series on online dating for her magazine?

Warnings: Red dating flags, Exes, frustration and misunderstandings

Watch the trailer here

Chapter 1 - Adventures in Online Dating

Chapter 2 - Workaholic Incorporated

Chapter 3 - Greenlit & Grumbling

Chapter 4 - Waxing Poetic and Idiotic

Chapter 5 – You have a Match

Chapter 6 – Mr. Right and Mr. Totally Wrong

Chapter 7 – Every Fairy Tale’s Got a Wicked Witch

Chapter 8 – No Strings Attached

Chapter 9 – Vague or Vogue

Chapter 10 – Assassin or just an ass?

Chapter 11 – Freaking out for dummies

Chapter 12 – Who you gonna call?

Chapter 13 – Panic, but make it Fashion

Chapter 14 – Off the Record

Chapter 15 – A guide to dating as a workaholic

Chapter 16 – It’s not stalking – it’s research

Chapter 17 – 15 Minutes of Fame

Chapter 18 - Putting the “lousy” in jealousy

Chapter 19 – Clear the Air (Coming Mar 3rd)

Chapter 20 – It's Just a Prank Bro (Coming Mar 10th)

....And much much more planned for future months!

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wayward-dreamer · 2 years

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Perfect Performance

Square/s Filled: Dom/Sub - @spnkinkbingo

Pairing: Sub!Dean x Dom!CEO!Reader

Word count: 785

Summary: Y/N wants to help Dean realise his full potential.

Warnings: D/s dynamics, Sub!Dean, Dom!Reader, oral sex (female receiving), implied future smut.

A/N: Just a little drabble I've had in my folders that I haven't posted here yet.

Y/N sat behind her desk, papers scattered over the surface as she pushed her black framed glasses up the bridge of her nose, her eyes scanning over the reports in front of her. She had received them that morning, but they had been so extensive that it had taken her half the day to go over them. They were good, thorough, and certainly weren’t as lacking as her junior partner thought they were. He never gave himself enough credit, always thought he was the one who would get down in the mud and do the work while she was the brains of the operation, just because she was the CEO.

But the truth was he was very good at his job, and that was why she often relied on him, even if he thought his input didn’t matter. It did matter, and she was going to make him see that. Sending him an email, she asked him to come up to her office in ten minutes so that they could talk.

Arriving exactly ten minutes later, he stepped into her office, closing the door behind him. He was dressed in a white shirt and dark grey trousers, his red tie slightly loosened as he stood in front of her desk.

“You wanted to see me, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked, his voice gravelly and deep.

She smiled, leaning back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other which caused her black dress to ride up her thigh slightly. “I did. It’s about the marketing report.”

“Oh,” he breathed, frowning as he twisted his fingers. He seemed nervous. “I didn’t realize I made any mistakes, I’m sorry-”

“You didn’t make any mistakes, Dean,” she reassured him, her eyes roaming over his large, well-built, intimidating frame. A complete contrast to his current demeanour. “In fact, it’s quite the opposite. It’s perfect and I wanted to tell you that in person.”

“Really?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow as a small smirk came to his face. “Awesome. Thanks, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“You’ve got to learn to be more confident in yourself and your ideas, Mr. Winchester,” she stated, her gaze locking with his. “I think you’re great at your job, albeit a little… lacking in showcasing your talents to the fullest.”

“I guess I just think no one will care what I have to say, talented or not,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

Y/N watched him closely, trying to figure him out based solely on his body language and the way he spoke about himself. Standing with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders tensed and his eyes hesitantly met with hers every now and then. She smiled softly, knowing she could help him to think more of himself if she just made sure he understood that he was valuable. To the company and otherwise.

“Well, I happen to think you have plenty of skills that need to be nurtured,” she said, pushing her chair back a few inches. She smirked as she saw his eyeline drop down to her thighs, the edge of her dress moving higher to her mid-thigh.

“I uh…” he trailed off, his green eyes meeting hers, a flash of curiosity in them.

“Come here,” she ordered, the smirk never leaving her face.

She watched as he walked closer, around the desk and to her side. She swung her chair to face him, tilting her head up to make sure her eyes bored into his. Slowly, she reached down and pulled her dress up around her waist, a dark chuckle leaving her as he let out a soft groan at the sight of her black thong which she pulled aside, a small grin pulling his lips up.

“I want you to show me some of those skills right now,” she commanded, a wicked glint in her eyes. “On your knees.”

Spreading her legs, she placed her calves on his shoulders as he sank down in front of her. She moaned as she threw her head back, feeling his incredibly talented tongue circle her swollen nub, quickly lapping at her folds and alternating between ministrations. Her fingers combed through his hair, gripping tightly as she guided him down to her entrance, biting back a moan to keep this little encounter just between them. He brought her over the edge within minutes, her slick coating his perfect lips and skilled tongue as he pulled back, his green orbs staring up at her.

“Was uh… was that okay?” he asked, hesitantly.

“Perfect performance,” she replied, her thumb stroking against his cheek as she cupped his face. “But I expect you to show me what else you’re capable of.”

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N.”

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scaryorganmusic · 1 year

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it's like this. john winchester doesn't have a media empire but he does have a car, so he's like the ceo of that car, and he gave that to dean, which logan roy would rather crash than do.

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profoundbondfanfic · 10 days

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Mantle

Mantle by tiamatv Rating: Teen Word Count: 16.7k

Dean doesn’t know why his little brother wants him along at this pretentious party-slash-job-interview for the Broken Seals Corporation. Dean’s just a hunter—a badass one, sure, but Sam’s the big-shot mage. And Sammy’s sure as hell not listening when Dean tells him he’s got a bad feeling about Broken Seals’ CEO, Lucifer. When fucking Ruby shows up, well, it’s all downhill from there. Until a pretty, blue-eyed mage in an ill-fitting suit says, “You’re Dean Winchester” like Dean’s the famous one.

This is a retelling of folklore that we all know, but it has some delightful twists along the way. For being fairly short, this fic packs a powerful punch as far as plot and characterization go. This is one of the most delightful "first meetings" between Dean and Cas, where you really see both of their personalities shine. Dean is kind and curious while Cas is the awkward, slightly grumpy asshole that we all know and love... at least at first. (Let's face it, no one can stand up to Dean's charm.)

This fic is very much a fish out of water epic, with Dean and Cas meeting at a fancy party, where Dean is entirely out of his depth. He finds a kindred spirit in Castiel (the food at fancy parties should always be mocked) and they embark on a lively evening of conversation. Beneath all the bantering, however, is the sense that something is very wrong with Castiel, and that not everything is as it seems regarding his partnership with the sinister Lucifer.

Cas is delightfully grouchy and yet vulnerable, and Dean is the hunter that we all know and love, covering up his insecurities with bravado and jokes. Seeing these two meet is a wonderful delight! 💖

#destiel #fic rec #10k to 30k #teen and up #au #meet cute #hunter!dean #angel!castiel #bonded #curses #spells #mantle #author: tiamatv

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ambersgems · 1 year

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Bonded - Part 2 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like this to be continued! Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer! Oh, also I imagine Dean being around 28/29 here while reader is approaching 25.

Word Count: 2K

Part 1

Dean’s POV

It was a simple case. It was a simple salt and burn. The spirit was going after highly driven authority types. CEOs, things of that nature. The motive was something about powerful people hurting the weak. He didn’t really know. Honestly, he didn’t really care. He just wanted to do what he did best and that was to eliminate this son of a bitch.

The old house creaked under his boots. The brown laces scraped against each floorboard he passed. He could taste the dust that was in the air, causing his chest to tighten slightly from the pollution in his lungs. Sam had decided to cover the back, while he went through the front. He held his flashlight in his left hand and his gun in his right, completing the necessary checks around the perimeter. After an arduous search, they finally found the bones in the basement.

Quickly, he reaches into his duffle bag and grabs the salt, turning it over and covering the bones as his eyes scan around the room. It was odd not to have encountered the spirit yet, but his suspicions were confirmed when he heard a loud crash coming from the top of the stairs, the door had swung shut. A groan leaves his lips dropping his bag, reaching for the shotgun with the rock salt. “Sammy! Burn the bones while I keep ‘em back would ya?!” He yells out, deciding to guard the stairs.

It was all running relatively smoothly, until ole casper decided to pop up out of nowhere. Dean doesn’t think. He just reacts, pumping the shotgun and shooting at the ghost. He would never admit it, but it gave him quite a jump scare. His palms were sweating and his heart was racing as the spirit approached, seemingly impervious to the shots taken by Dean. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as the shotgun was knocked from his grasp and he was pinned to the grimy cinderblock wall. “Sammy!” he called out, watching him fumble with the match to burn the bones.

Despite the fear that coursed through his body, there was a sense of calm that washed over Dean’s physical body. You. It was you. He could feel you trying to calm him down. While he appreciated it, now was not the time for him to fall into your relaxing state. He fought against it as much as he could, waiting for Sammy to finally finish with the bones.

He let out a sigh of relief as the spirit disappeared, the bones completely destroyed. “Took ya long enough” he grumbled as he tried his best to catch his breath, knowing that you were still trying to soothe him as best as you knew how. He shook his head at the thought. This must be very confusing for you at the very least.

He tried to gather his thoughts as he and Sam took the Impala back to the motel. The drive was quiet between the two brothers, but it was anything but quiet inside of Dean’s head. All he could think about was you.

Dean had felt your emotions for as long as he could remember. The little things and the big things, he could feel them all with a heaviness in his chest. These things were relatively normal for soulmates. But, growing up in the world he did, Dean was also acutely aware of the things in life that were not normal. He knew that being able to help regulate your soulmate’s emotions was not a usual thing. So, he dove into the lore of it all and he found it. He found the term that describes the kind of soulmate that he had.

They were “bonded.” He took a deep dive and learned everything that there was to know about being bonded to his soulmate. It meant that when he met you, his name would form on your wrist, but yours would be written over his heart. Why? Because you were his source of heart. His name would be on your wrist because he was your source of strength. Once he met you, his entire life would change and so would yours.

Dean knew you were trying your best to accommodate him. He could feel you each time you tried to relax him. What was worse, he could feel you suppressing your own emotions. He could only guess it was for his sake, not wanting him to have to feel your pain. He knew you were kind in that way, that your heart for him was greater than any other, which is why your name would appear on his chest one day. Had he known this sooner, he would have left some extra space and not had his anti-possession tattoo placed in the same vicinity. He knew once he met you he would wear your name proudly.

He had a million thoughts racing through his mind as he drove them back to the motel, knowing you must be confused by everything that was happening to you. All he wanted to do was comfort you. He could feel the bristle of your own anxiety when his emotions couldn’t be kept in check.He was sure he woke you with his antics on more than one occasion, and he felt bad for that, but he was starting to calm down with your help. Sometimes he wondered how he would have ever made it without you caring about him, albeit in a roundabout way. No matter what, he could always count on you to be there for him, which isn’t something he could say about most people in his life. This is why he promised himself that once he met you, he would never let anything harm you and he’d never let go.

Trees blurred past his vision as he kept his attention on the highway, thoughts of you in every moment. What did you look like? Were you tall or shorter? Would you be afraid of him and what he does? What was the name of your favorite perfume? He could always smell it himself when you put it on, smell triggering some of the strongest emotions in you. He didn’t know the name, but he wished he could find it and keep it around for when he couldn’t feel your emotions, just to have you with him.

Dean had reached the Age of Choice several years ago now. He no longer had to wait to be with someone else if he wanted to. But that was just it, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be with anyone but you. The one person that he has had with him his entire life, cared about him and never let him down. Sure, he had definitely had his fun over the years. He was no blushing virgin by any means. Funnily enough, when he was with those girls, that was when he was the most emotionally cut off from you. Deep down he knew that he didn’t want to cause you that pain, but he also didn’t feel anything for them. It was a quick way to forget for a moment, but that was all that it was. There were no emotions involved. He knew that he wanted to find you, but he didn’t know how.

By the time that Dean had pulled into the motel parking lot, he knew you were asleep. He could feel the calm lull and lack of anxiety, which told him you probably drifted off after he had steadied himself in the drive.

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The next morning Dean was woken up with a grunt. Sam threw some clothes at him and yelled at him to get up. “Come on, I found another case!” he shouted, causing Dean to groan and slowly change into his clothes.

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After a coffee run and a short drive they reached what looked like the average office building. Sam had explained over the drive that there had been another death last night and that they may want to do some poking around to make sure no one else raised suspicion, even if they already had dealt with the spirit.

Upon getting out of Baby, they threw on their FBI jackets and grabbed their badges before walking inside the relatively nondescript building. Dean scanned the room as they walked in, noticing the way each employee’s eyes would flick up to them as they walked past, stopping what they were doing in the process. It was like they were frozen as they watched the men walk to what looked like a receptionist’s desk.

There was a young girl standing there, Dean thought she couldn’t be much older than 18, frantically answering calls and letting people know that, no, her boss wasn't in today and they would have to reschedule. His eyes flicked down to her name tag that read ‘Natalie,’ while they waited for her to acknowledge their presence. Once she seemed to stop panicking on the phone, she attempted to straighten her appearance, smoothing her skirt out with her hands. Dean noticed the blush on her cheeks, knowing she likely found one of them to be attractive. He smirked slightly, taking note that they may be able to use that to get information later.

“Hi Mr. FBI Agents, sirs,” the girl stammered out, “I’m sorry for the mess, but our boss didn’t come in today and his executive assistant is running late,” she explained earnestly.

“Well that’s actually what we’re here for. I’m Agent Jones, and this is Agent Smith, your boss died last night,” Sam says to the girl, watching as her reaction switches to one of shock.

“This executive assistant of his, do you know where she’s at?” Dean questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at her.

“Y/N? You’re looking for Y/N Y/L/N? What would you want with her? I know her, sh- she’d never do anything like that, you don’t have to worry about her!” Natalie states, her breathing becoming erratic the longer she talked. She quickly came to your defense, knowing your character. You had just texted her and told her you were on the way, with not only your boss’ coffee order but hers as well. She knew you would never be capable of anything horrid.

“Woah, woah, woah, nobody is accusing anyone of anything. We’d just like to have a word with her. If she was close to him, then she might have some insight into some questions we’d like to ask. Now, where is she?” Dean asked, his tone becoming a little harsher this time.

The girl merely pointed towards the doors that they had come in through, her hand shaking a bit in fear of repercussions. Dean and Sam watched as a young woman barged through the swinging glass doors. Dean smirked slightly as he saw you maneuver your way around, 3 coffees in hand and without spilling a drop. It was a sight to be seen. He thought it was odd the way it struck him, the grace that you held while simultaneously trading your flats for the heels you had in your bag. He tried his best to keep his expression neutral, though, as you approached them.

It looked as if you really weren't paying attention to them, but once you got closer, Sam spoke up. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?”

Dean noticed the way that your eyebrows raised, watching you intently as you responded “That’s me. Can I ask who you are?” your tone was polite, but he could tell that you were anxious to get past the two of them.

“I’m Agent Smith and this is Agent Jones, we are here to ask you a few questions about your boss,” he replied, instinctively reaching his hand out to grab yours.

He winced as he felt it, a groan escaping his lips and pulling at the fabric of his shirt. Your name began inscribing itself onto his chest, right below his anti-possession tattoo and over his heart. Dean could sense your confusion when you noticed your name wasn’t on his wrist, but his chest. He couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face, seeing the shock written on your face.

“Well, sweetheart, looks like we’re not only soulmates, we’re bonded. And we need to have a conversation.”

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Surrogate or Love

Summary: Dean is ready to have a baby. Just not the way you’d like to have it…

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Bestfriend!Reader

Square 11 filled for @spnfluffbingo (expired): Childhood sweethearts

Square 5 filled for @spnchristmasbingo: Friends to lovers

Warnings: angst, language, a hint of crack, wish for a baby, flirty John, alcohol abuse, drunkness, talk about being a surrogate

Words: 2,2 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Dean, whoa…slow down,” you try to keep up with Dean’s long steps. He came to your apartment, and stormed right in, barely greeting you. “What happened? Where is the fire? You said something about an emergency.”

“It’s…you know,” he looks at the manila folders in his hands. Five manila folders filled with everything he’ll need to convince you to agree to his suggestion. “I got an important question. No…I mean.”

“Dean, take a deep breath,” you chuckle. “It’s only me. We are best friends since childhood. There is no need to be nervous around me. I’ve seen all of you. Every side. Even the ugly ones…”

“I want you to have my baby,” he blurs out. You want to laugh and tell him that’s the best joke he ever told you but he looks so serious.Hands clutching the manila folders to his chest he looks at you. “What do you say?”

“You’re not fucking with me, Winchester?” quirking a brow you look at Dean. “Dean, this is a bad idea…or not. I mean…we didn’t even have sex—”

“Oh…no…no!” he chuckles nervously. “We don’t need to have sex. I will beat my meat and use a cup…or something. The doctor said they’ll take my seed and we can use the eggs from her…”

“Her?” you watch Dean open one of the folders to show you the information about an egg donator. “You—you want me to have the baby of another woman? I-I don’t understand. My eggs are just fine.”

“I want you to be my surrogate. I thought it’s easier if the egg is not yours,” you feel like someone just punched you in the guts.

“Oh, my eggs are not good enough for you, huh?” you sarcastically say. “Why do you want me to be a surrogate? I don’t understand.”

“I only want a child, not a relationship, Y/N,” Dean swallows thickly when you turn away from him. “I thought we can do this together. We are friends and you’ll get a lot of money.”

“I don’t want to be a surrogate, you asshole!” you sniffle. “I want a child for so long. We could just…I mean we are best friends. We could’ve had a child together. But you are, just like all the other guys I know – an idiot who won’t settle down. You want a kid without a mother. You selfish prick. What the fuck is wrong with men?”

“Prick? I—no. Sweetheart.”

You start to pace back and forth in your living room.

“There I thought you come around to talk about your plans for Christmas Eve. Now you want me to become your birthing machine,” you groan audibly. “I guess Lisa was right, I should go for an elder man just like her. She found a nice guy and father for Ben.”

“An elder man,” Dean splutters. “What do you mean with an elder man?“

“A DILF. A hot elder guy who is ready to take responsibility and take care of me and his baby,” you nod to yourself. “Someone like your daddy. John is hot with his salt-and-pepper beard, and those hazel eyes.”

“My father? You want my father to give you a baby?” your friend panics now. He chokes on his words and drops the manila folders to the ground. “You can’t do this!”

“Why not? He’s divorced and single. John made you and Sammy,” humming you look at the folders on the floor. “He’ll be a good daddy and father. Maybe I should agree to go out with him next time he asks me out.”

“My father asked you out?” Dean steps closer to you to size you up. “When? How often? Why? I swear I’ll kill him.”

“That’s none of your business, Mr. be my surrogate,” you bite back. “If you want a baby, go, and find someone else playing your birthing machine. I’ll go for your daddy. He will gladly fuck me to get me full of his baby!”

“WHAT?” Dean stutters. “You can’t be serious. My father is a womanizer and he’ll eat you alive. There is no way he’ll give you a baby and raise it with you.”

“Well, it’s enough he wants to fuck me,” you shoot back, hitting Dean hard. “I bet he’s more than willing to give me all the orgasms I need and want. The baby will be a bonus.”

“Sweetheart…no…I…”

You shove Dean toward the door, not stopping when he begs you to listen to him.

“Get out of my home and fuck off. I can’t believe I wasted so much time finding the perfect Christmas gift for you.”

“Y/N, please wait…” you open the door and shove Dean out. “Sweetheart…I’m sorry.”

“No. You’re not,” slamming the door in his face you huff. “Dean Winchester never says he’s sorry and means it. You told me so years ago.”

“Doll, hey,” John jogs after you. He caught a glimpse of you at your favorite café and now he tries to get you to join him for coffee. “Long time no see!”

“Mr. Winchester, hey,” you swallow thickly as you remember the conversation you had with his son not two weeks ago. “How have you been?”

“Good…good,” John smirks as you nervously shake his offered hand. “Dean came around the other day. He asked me a lot of questions.”

“Oh-what kind of questions?” you stammer. “I haven’t seen Dean for the better of two weeks. Whatever he said didn’t have anything to do with you. We got into a fight and…”

“He wanted to know if I ever asked you out,” John smirks. “And he was mad at me for no reason.” The bastard licks his lips; the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth. “We could give him a reason to be mad at me.”

Fuck, no. Dean went to John and tried to find out if you told him the truth.

“Listen…I’m sorry for dragging you into our fight. I was just so mad at Dean for asking me to become his surrogate.”

“He did what?” John chokes out. “You didn’t get him wrong. Maybe he wanted you to be his baby mama.”

“Right? That was my reaction exactly,” you chuckle humorlessly. “I thought he wants us to have a baby together. I can’t count how many times I told him about my wish for a baby.”

“Dean also told me you are looking for someone more…mature.”

You wish the ground will open and just swallow you. “No—he didn’t.” You whine loudly. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, John. What I said to Dean…I…I wanted to make him jealous.”

“Don’t be sorry, doll,” John takes another step toward you and cups your cheek with his right hand. “If you want me to be your baby daddy, I’ll do it. I always had a thing for sweet little things like you.”

“John,” you squeak. His cologne fills your nostrils and his hand on your cheek feels a little too warm. “I-I don’t…I didn’t.”

“If you ever change your mind,” he leans closer to peck your nose, “give me a call. If not, you should talk to my son. He’s a mess without you, doll…”

“Y/N!!! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I’LL KICK IT OPEN!” Dean growls from outside of your apartment. “I know you are home, sweetheart. Please let me in. I got a better idea.”

“Winchester, it’s in the middle of the night,” you open your door to yell at Dean. “I’ve got neighbors, ya know. I’m not like you, owning a whole fucking penthouse.”

“Sweetheart, you’re alive.”

Just now you realize Dean is drunk. He looks at you with glassy eyes, slurs your name, and offers another manila folder to you. “Winchester, what are you doing here?”

“Daddy said you met him this morning,” he sniffs. “He wants to give you a baby but he can’t. I wanna give you a baby.”

Dean drops his gaze to his crotch. “Wait—just lemme get him up. I can give you more than one baby. Just a moment. Fuck…”

He sighs deeply as you watch him pat his cock with the manila folder. “What are you doing Dean? You’re drunk and…” you chuckle as he talks to his cock.

“Get up buddy. We got work to do,” Dean mutters. “Come on. Don’t leave me hanging.” He curses loudly. “You always get up when we are around her. Now we need to make a baby and you won’t—”

“Jesus, come inside,” you grab Dean’s arm to drag him inside your apartment. “Why are you even here?”

“I can’t let you fuck my dad,” Dean grumbles as you shove him toward your sofa. “He’s not going to lay his hands on you, sweetheart. I wanna put my hands on you for too long. He’ll steal you.”

“You’re wasted, Winchester,” you’re angry enough to push Dean down onto your sofa. “I’ll call your brother. Maybe he’s still awake and will pick your drunk ass up.”

“No, I need to show you my plan,” he clumsily opens the manila folder to show you a picture Sam took years ago. You’re sitting on the hood of Dean’s car. He has one arm slung around your shoulders and grins into the camera.

“What’s this?” you frown deeply. “An old picture is your plan. I don’t understand. Do you want some crazy scientist to clone your cocky ass?”

He snickers. “Nah, I wanna fertilize your eggs.” Dean grins dopily. “You know, play hide the salami with you. You and I will have so much sex to get you pregnant.” He nods to himself. “I always knew you’ll become my wife.”

“Dean, you can’t be serious,” you laugh loudly as he starts to unbuckle his belt. “Dean, stop this. I won’t have sex with you.”

“Never?” he hiccups. “But I wanna make a baby with you. I’ll make you cum too.” Dean gives you puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“Damn you,” patting his thigh you sigh deeply. “You need to sleep the alcohol off. We will talk about it in the morning.”

“…and have sex?” hopefully looking at you Dean pokes your thigh. “Right. We are going to make a baby in the morning.”

“Get up,” you nudge his side. “We need to tug you in bed. You’re too drunk to even think straight.”

You help Dean get back up and guide him out of your living room and toward your bedroom. “You wanna make out with me…I knew it.”

He stumbles toward your bedroom, almost crashing into the door.

“Go into the bedroom and shut up.”

“You can’t wait to get me naked, huh? I like it that you’re bossy,” he purrs. “I’m so tired and drunk.”

You push him inside the room and help Dean to sit down on your bed. “I told you to be silent. Let me just get you out of your shoes.”

After helping him get out of his shoes, coat, and pants you forced Dean to lie down. He didn’t fight you. The moment his head hit the pillow he was out cold.

Now you’re lying next to him, hating yourself for letting him sleep next to you. In the morning you will give him a piece of your mind and send him his way.

“Sweetheart,” you groan as Dean turns around to wrap his arms around your waistline. “You’re so warm, and sexy.” He groans in your ear. “I love you so much, Y/N. Always have. No woman can compare to you.”

You close your eyes and succumb to the much-needed sleep, ignoring the warm feeling spreading through your body.

“Please don’t kick me out,” Dean pleads. “I fucked up big time. You must know that I got a baby fever when I saw Sammy with his twins. I thought about my past relationships and realized none of the women I was with would want a baby with me.”

“So, you decided on turning me into a surrogate. I must say, this was a first for me,” you shake your head. “No guy I dated ever had the guts to turn me into a birthing machine.”

“Y/N, you’re my best friend and I never wanted to hurt you. It’s just,” he paces back and front all the while frantically running his fingers through his hair. “I want a family and asking you to become my surrogate was the closest thing to having a family.”

“You could’ve asked me for advice. Everything would’ve been better than this,” you point at the manila folders he forgot some weeks ago. “How could you hurt me like that? You didn’t even want my eggs…”

“I’d love to have your eggs,” you giggle through your tears. “Shit, that’s even worse. I—” he sighs deeply. “I love you, Y/N. Always have. I just never thought you would reflect my feelings.”

“We are friends for how long?” you roll your eyes. “I was there. Every time you needed someone to talk to or a shoulder to lean on. You’re the one I turn to when I need advice or just someone to talk to. Of course, I love you too.”

“Thank fuck,” Dean swallows thickly. “Before I offer to be your baby daddy, I’d like to ask you on a date. Please…”

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#spnchristmasbingo #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfiction #ceo!dean Winchester #business au #Surrogate or Love #childhood sweethearts

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allmystars-i · 2 months

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Who’s That Fucking Nerd?|| Explicit || 6280 words

Author: allmystars

“Tell me again what this job’s about?” Dean asks, popping another chicken nugget in his mouth as Sam chops an avocado for his rabbit’s delight. Fucking salad.

“Uh, it’s a start up with this genius young CEO. The guy’s got like three PhDs or something, and they’re doing really good work.” The enthusiasm in Sam’s voice doesn’t fool Dean into not noticing that Sam didn’t actually answer the question.

“Yeah, so the guy’s your wet dream, but what’s the job?”

Or,

The one where Castiel is Sam's boss and Dean has no boundaries.

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Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Rough Sex, Choking

Tags: AU, Modern Setting, Castiel is Sam’s Boss, Mechanic Dean, Smut, Interrupting Sam Winchester, Zoom Call

#destiellove #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #dean and cas #castiel #cas loves dean #supernatural fanfiction #destiel fanfic #destiel fanfiction #deancas fanart #deancas fanfic

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talesmaniac89 · 1 year

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Limelight 18 - Putting the “lousy” in jealousy

Limelight Masterlist

A Dean x Reader Social Media AU

Pairing: CEO!Dean x Journalist!Reader

Warnings: Red dating flags, Exes, frustration and misunderstandings

Y/N = Your Name

Start Here - Last - Next (Coming soon)

Limelight Tags: @twinkleinadiamondsky @jamerlynn @samsgirl93 @linki-locks11 @ultimatecin73 @joeyfilth @mimaria420 @lacilou @itzabbyxx

Dean Winchester Tags: @ria132love @woodworthti666 @defenderrosetyler @akshi8278 @justanotherwinchester @lyarr24 @torn-and-frayed @all-will-be-well-love @wearesuchstuff1 @thefridgeismybestie @adoptdontshoppets @screechingartisancashbailiff @septixtrash @punof-agun @deandreamernp @justagirlinafandomworld @sexyvixen7 @justrealizedimmascifygurl @globetrotter28 @deans-spinster-witch @iprobablyshipit91 @mrsjenniferwinchester @leigh70 @djs8891 @pink-sparkly-witch

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wayward-dreamer · 2 years

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Before You Know It

Square/s Filled: Filming sex - @spnkinkbingo / Doggystyle - @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo

Pairing: Dean Smith x Female!Reader

Word count: 2,700

Summary: Dean has to leave for a business trip in London, giving Y/N the idea of making sure he has something to keep him satisfied while he's away.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut: dirty talk, d/s elements, filming sex, restraints, oral sex (female receiving), spanking, hair pulling, daddy kink, doggystyle, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), more fluff.

A/N: So excited to bring this time stamp of Love On The 26th Floor to y'all! There might be a couple more in the works ;) Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy.

Y/N’s black heels clicked against the wooden floorboards as she walked out of the elevator, turning the corner of the foyer and into the apartment. She yawned as she made her way through the penthouse, dropping her purse on the table of the breakfast nook before continuing into the bedroom. She went straight into the bathroom, washing her hands and wiping them on the soft white towel, placing it back on the rack before she sauntered into the walk-in closet. It had been a long day at work, her new job as a publishing assistant kicking her ass on a daily basis, but she enjoyed every second of it. Of course she missed working at Smith Construction for the main reason of extended lunches with Dean, but she was happy to be doing what she loved, finally.

As she slipped out of her five-inch patent leather pumps, she removed her earrings and bracelet, her ears perking up as she heard loud footsteps echoing in the hallway towards the room. She smiled as Dean appeared in the threshold to the closet, their eyes meeting in the mirror.

“What are you doing home so early?” she asked, as he walked over to her. It was just about to turn 6pm, and he had been working late in the past few weeks, so she was surprised to see him. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist as he reached her, his lips on her neck, causing a content sigh to leave her as her eyes fluttered closed.

“Gotta start packing for London,” he replied, his voice deep but flat, his head lifting up to frown at her in the mirror.

Her facial expression matched his as she whined, turning around in his arms, draping hers around his neck. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Duty calls, sweetheart,” he muttered, nuzzling his nose against hers as his green orbs stared into hers. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

She scoffed; her eyes wide as she looked up at him. “Two weeks! That’s longer than other trips.”

“I know,” he sighed heavily, but he smirked as a thought came to him, “but I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

She hummed, leaning up and kissing him softly, lingering a little longer to imply it was already heading somewhere. “Unless… there’s something we can do now so we don’t miss each other too much…”

“Like what?” he asked, the timbre of his voice deep and husky as his eyes darkened.

Y/N smiled mischievously as she stepped back slightly, her hands reaching up to loosen his tie. He pulled it off and threw it on the floor as her fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off him along with his suit jacket as their eyes were locked on each other. Her hands skimmed over the smooth skin of his chest, his lingering gaze causing her to bite her lip.

“Wait for me,” she stated, nudging her chin towards the bedroom.

Dean lifted an eyebrow in curiosity as he stepped back, turning away from her as he made his way into the other room. She quickly stripped out of her work clothes, leaving her black thigh-high stockings on as she walked over to another set of drawers. She opened the top one, taking out a sexier, black, lacy push up bra and quickly snapping the clasp behind her back, pulling on the matching thong to complete the set. She fluffed her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror, walking out of the closet to the bedroom.

She smiled as she saw Dean sitting on the bed, his elbows pressed into the mattress under him as he propped himself up, a wide grin appearing on his face as he saw her. He quickly stood up and met her halfway, but she stopped him as she pressed her fist into his torso. She winked as he looked confused, reaching into his back pocket for his personal cell and walking over to the table in the corner of the room, near the armchair next to the large, floor-to-ceiling window. She propped it up against the lamp, pointed the camera towards the bed and switched to video mode, pressing the red button and seeing it start to record before she joined him.

“So you have something to keep you satisfied in London,” she whispered against his lips.

He groaned in approval as he leaned down, pressing a searing kiss to her mouth as he pulled her close, their hands roughly grabbing at each other’s bodies. He groaned again as her nails scraped against his skin, a slight sting against his flesh as she reached for his belt. He grabbed her wrists, his eyes dark as he glared down at her.

“I’m the one who’s always in control, sweetheart,” he husked, sternly. “I thought you knew that by now. Unless you need a reminder…”

Dean’s hands fell down to her waist, swiftly pushing her down on the bed. She squeaked as her face pressed into the sheets, a pleasured smile pulling at her lips as she heard the clink of his belt. She moaned softly as he reached forward and wrapped the leather around her wrists, clasping the belt as he slid her arms out in front of her.

“On your knees,” he ordered, smirking down at her.

Y/N pushed up on her knees as she spread her legs, her hands gripping the sheets as she held herself up on her elbows. She glanced at the phone and saw him behind her as it recorded, causing a shiver ran down her back, exciting her. She hummed softly as his hands roamed over her thighs, his fingers pressing into her flesh before they pulled her thong aside, as the bed dipped slightly. She gasped as she felt his tongue lick a long stripe against her folds, her forehead pressing into the bed as he repeated the action.

He grinned as he pulled back briefly, his fingers pressing into the globes of her ass as he continued, his skilled muscle moving from her clit to her entrance, groaning as her arousal grew over his tongue. He teased her heat, causing a loud whimper to leave her as he entered her slowly, feeling her clench around him.

“Always taste so fucking good, gorgeous,” he muttered as he pulled back, kissing the back of her thigh. “Love feeling my mouth on you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, breathing heavily.

He growled as he squeezed the left cheek, a soft moan leaving her, making him smirk wickedly. “Yes what?”

She bit her lip as she took a deep breath, feeling the muscles in her stomach clench from the thrill coursing through her. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, but not quite,” he muttered, before he leaned back down, “I think you really do need reminding…”

She let out a loud, strangled whimper as he continued to lick at her folds, moving between her bundle of nerves and her tight channel, letting the tip of his tongue tease her repeatedly. He was like a man starved, holding her hips tight in his hands, squeezing her flesh and adding another level of pleasure to his ministrations. Just as she felt the familiar tightening in her core, however, he pulled away. She whined at the loss of his touch, knowing she was close to her release. He ran his hand over the soft skin, raising it, before bringing it down hard on the right globe.

“Fuck,” she moaned, loudly as she tried to glance back at him.

“Gonna spank this ass raw, so you don’t forget who you belong to, sweetheart,” he growled, gripping the left globe harshly. “So you remember that even in these two weeks, you’re still mine.”

He raised his other hand and brought it down, causing her squeal as she felt the heat from the impact. A smile pulled at her lips as she felt the sensation course through her, another moan escaping her as he repeated the action, a little harder than before.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, baby girl?” he asked, his voice laced with a sensual timbre.

“Y-Yes, s-sir,” she stuttered, nodding frantically.

Smack! “Try again.”

“Yes…” she started, but her mind was foggy, too overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling already.

Smack! “Yes what, Y/N?” he asked, a dark chuckle leaving him as he stared down at her.

Biting her lip as she tried not to smile at that sound, she knew what he wanted. She practically screamed as he lifted his hand again, cracking it against her right cheek, squeezing the flesh to make the sting last. She moaned wantonly as he repeated the same action across the left, the words he wanted to hear at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t help but keep them to herself, wanting to feel more of the euphoric pain. He growled as he knew what she was doing, leading him to push his hips against her, making her feel his hard cock pressing against her through the fabric of his trousers.

“That’s what you really want, isn’t it, gorgeous?” he asked, pressing himself further into her, her arousal no doubt staining the material.

She nodded. “Yes…”

“Then you know how to finish that, Y/N,” he stated, his voice deep and rough. He raised his hand once more, a whimper escaping her as she felt it against her left cheek, a smirk growing across face. “So let me ask you again… yes what?”

She breathed heavily, her eyes glancing at their image in the video, making her smile wickedly. “Yes, daddy.”

Smack! “Good girl,” he praised, soothing the sting with his softer touch.

She moaned softly at the term of endearment, relishing in the feel of his hands on her hips, lightly running over the goosebumps that appeared on her skin. Dean pulled back slightly, kicking off his shoes and socks before ridding himself of his pants and boxers. His knees pressed into the mattress as he moved behind her, taking hold of his shaft and lightly running over her folds, causing her to shift back against him.

“Patience, baby girl,” he muttered, placing a hand to the small of her back to keep her from moving.

He lined himself to her tight heat, and in a swift motion of his hips, sank deep into her. She pressed her forehead against the bed as she felt him, her walls completely sheathing his cock. He gripped her hips tight in his hands as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast, just the way she preferred. She moaned loudly, lifting her head to catch a glimpse of the video as it continued to film. Dean leaned over her, wrapping the strands of her hair around his hand and tugging hard, causing her a pleasured yelp to leave her.

“Such a good girl for me, sweetheart, taking my cock so fucking well,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hip. “Feels so fucking perfect, so tight and wet.”

“Feels so good, daddy,” she whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut. “Love the way you fuck me, so deep inside me, so hard…”

“Love the way daddy’s cock feels, don’t you, baby girl?” he asked, smirking as he looked down at her.

“Yeah,” she panted, breathlessly. “Right there, so-so good.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back. He could feel her clenching tight around him with each thrust, only making his movement more frenzied.

Dean’s arms slid under her, slightly lifting her up so that her back was a little upright, enough so that he could lean against her. She still sat on her knees, his hips smacking against hers as he pounded into her. His lips brushed against the shell of her ear as he tugged on her hair once more, making her look at their bodies moving on the screen across from the bed.

“You’re gonna remember how good daddy made you feel while he’s away, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he asked, his voice low and husky in her ear.

“Yes, daddy,” she replied, moaning softly.

He pressed a kiss to her hairline, smirking as he looked at her. “But even when you remember you’re gonna be a good girl, right?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, daddy.”

“So that means…” he started, pulling her hips back against his pelvis, their skin smacking against each other’s as he relentlessly thrust into her, “no matter how much you want to, how much you need to as you think about daddy fucking you just like this… you’re not gonna touch yourself, baby girl.”

She cried out as she felt that familiar sensation in her core, the coil tightening and ready to snap at any moment. She turned her head slightly to look back at him, moaning as she saw the look in his eyes, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

“Tell me you’re gonna be a good girl, Y/N,” he ordered, lightly nipping at her ear lobe.

“I’m… I’m gonna be a good girl,” she rasped, trying to lean her weight back on him.

He clicked his tongue, holding her still. “You’re not gonna touch this pussy until daddy gets back. Say it.”

“I’m not gonna touch my pussy until daddy gets back,” she repeated, breathing heavily.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to the back of her ear. “Such a good girl for me…”

Without missing a beat, he thrusted harder into her, moving deeper within her as a loud moan shredded her voice, her eyes shutting tightly as felt the tip of his cock hitting the edge of her cervix. Her walls contracted around him as he pushed her down on the bed again, her hands fisting the sheets tight in her grasp. His hips were unrelenting as he felt how close he was too, but he wanted her to get to the edge first. She moaned his name as she felt her core tighten, reaching her climax instantly as her slick covered his cock, loud cries of pleasure repeatedly falling from her lips. He slammed into her a few more times, before a deep, rasping moan escaped him, ropes of his seed coating her walls.

“Fuckkk,” he groaned, his eyes closed as he basked in the bliss from his release.

Dean slowly pulled out, a soft hiss leaving Y/N as she lazily dropped her whole body down onto the mattress. He quickly walked over to the table across the room, and picked up his phone, turning off the recording. Curiosity got the better of him, and he dragged the video across, watching the fast stills of their session move past on the screen. He couldn’t wait to watch it back completely, once he was away.

He placed the phone on the nightstand and moved over to Y/N, gently removing the belt from her hands. He pulled her close, smiling softly as her eyes fluttered open and met his, as she beamed up at him.

“No chance you’re gonna send that to me?” she asked, a cheeky glint in her eyes.

“So you can break the rules? I don’t think so,” he replied, softly pecking her lips.

She sighed, dramatically falling into his arms. “Fine.”

His hands slid down the sides of her smooth torso, his fingers nimbly running over her skin, tickling her. She squealed and giggled, causing a hearty chuckle to erupt from him. He held her close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, reminding himself how lucky he was to have her.

“What do you say we clean up and then go out for dinner?” he asked, glancing down at her. “I can pack later.”

“Okay,” she muttered, smiling as she leaned up and kissed him, passionately.

Taking his hand in hers, Y/N led him into the bathroom. They both freshened up before getting dressed for a nice dinner, their hands still intertwined as they left the apartment. She barely let go for the rest of the night, wanting to be as close to him as possible before he had to leave for his business trip.

But she reassured herself that he would be back before she knew it.

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elleejayy · 1 month

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A SIMS 3 LEGACY

TV SHOW LEGACY

The rules are simple: Complete all requirements for a generation to advance onto the next. Cheats to be used at your own discretion, though it’s more fun without.

GENERATION 1: ELENA GILBERT - THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

TRAITS: Over-Emotional, Dramatic, Brave, Family-Orientated, Hopeless Romantic. Any LTW, Any Career - Do NOT have to complete either.

Start in a fresh, untouched save.

Have 2 Best Friends.

Fall in love with a sim

Then fall in love with their sibling.

Have 2 children (2 boys) with second sim.

Die as an Adult. Accidental or on purpose.

Following your death, your partner has a One Night Stand that results in a baby.

GENERATION 2: DEAN WINCHESTER - SUPERNATURAL

TRAITS: Good Sense of Humour, Family-Orientated, Supernatural Sceptic, Flirty, Brave LTW: Surrounded by Family Any Career

Start as a teen, in a new town.

Never develop any close relationships with anyone except your younger brother.

Have a negative relationship with Father.

Meet your Half-Sibling as a Young Adult.

Move out with your younger brother.

Meet the love of your life at a bar.

Have 5 Children with her.

Have a One night stand with a Werewolf, results in an affair baby. (This will be your heir!)

GENERATION 3: NIKLAUS MIKAELSON - THE ORIGINALS

TRAITS: Mean Spirited, Brooding, Supernatural Fan, Kleptomaniac, Unstable LTW: Leader of the Pack No Career Allowed

Start as a teenager.

Have a negative relationship with father, step-mother and half-siblings.

Earn all money through collecting/hunting as a werewolf.

Have an affair with a siblings partner, affair baby comes from this. (This will be your heir!)

Adopt a teenager, turn them into a werewolf.

Only have a close relationship with your children.

GENERATION 4: JACE HERONDALE - SHADOWHUNTERS

TRAITS: Brave, Charismatic, Good Sense of Humour, Athletic, Daredevil LTW: World Renowned Surgeon CAREER: Medicine

If a werewolf, get cured. You don’t want to harm anyone.

As a young adult, disown your werewolf parent.

Meet the love of your life at work.

Have 2 children.

Have 2 children who are siblings, your adoptive family.

GENERATION 5: CLEO SERTORI - H20 JUST ADD WATER

TRAITS: Shy, Hydrophobic, Family-Orientated, Hopeless Romantic, ClumsyLTW: Resort EmpireNo Career Allowed

Start as a teen, ideally in Isla Paradiso.

Make 2 best friends.

Find the abandoned resort, buy it.

Fall in love with a visitor to the resort.

Have as many children as you desire.

Optional: Become a mermaid.

GENERATION 6: LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR - LUCIFER

TRAITS: Party Animal, Perceptive, Inappropriate, Flirty, Great Kisser LTW: Pervasive Private Eye CAREER: Private Investigator

Move town.

Master Mixology skill.

Become a Casanova/Natasha OR Slimeball.

Throw a party as least once a week.

Have as many children as you desire.

GENERATION 7: FALLON CARRINGTON - DYNASTY

TRAITS: Charismatic, Born Salesperson, Diva, Proper, Perfectionist LTW: CEO of a Mega-Corporation CAREER: Business

Master charisma skill.

Max Business career.

Throw a dinner party once a season.

Own 3 different venues in town.

Have 5 children, 4 boys & 1 girl.

GENERATION 8: THOMAS SHELBY - PEAKY BLINDERS

TRAITS: Athletic, Born Salesperson, Disciplined, Unlucky, Over-Emotional LTW: Master Romancer CAREER: Criminal

Master Athletic Skill.

Take up gambling, a few times a week. [Sims 3 Store]

Endless failed relationships, until you meet the one when you’re days away from being an adult.

Have a set of twins.

When the twins are teens, one must die (or disappear).

GENERATION 9: CHERYL BLOSSOM - RIVERDALE

TRAITS: Unstable, Great Kisser, Irresistible, Neurotic, Rebellious LTW: Super PopularAny Career.

Be best friend with your twin before they die/disappear.

Own a motorbike.

Max Rebel social group.

Final love as a young adult with another rebel.

Have as many children as you desire.

GENERATION 10: SHELDON COOPER - THE BIG BANG THEORY

TRAITS: Genius, Hydrophobic, Loser, Computer Whiz, Socially Awkward LTW: Perfect Student CAREER: Science

You’re smart, attending university is a must.

Honor roll as a child and teen, A+. Always complete homework.

Perfect GPA.

Master Science skill.

Master Logic skill.

Master Gardening skill.

Master Handiness Skill.

Master Fishing Skill.

Master Arcade Machine skill. [Hidden]

Have a Plant Sim baby.

Scientifically engineer a baby.

Have an Alien Baby. [This is your heir!]

Die a virgin.

GENERATION 11: MASTER CHIEF - HALO

TRAITS: Athletic, Brave, Genius, Ambitious, Hot-Headed LTW: Become an AstronautCAREER: Military

Live in Lunar Lakes, or a Custom Alien World

Master Athletic skill.

Master Handiness Skill.

Find love with a Supernatural Sim.

Have as many hybrid children as you desire.

Have a Holo disc pet.

GENERATION 12: HOPE MIKAELSON - THE ORIGINALS/LEGACIES

TRAITS: Brave, Genius, Family-Orientated, Loner, Light Sleeper LTW: Alchemy Artisan CAREER: Alchemist

As a child, you’re sent to boarding school.

As a teenager, you focus on learning more about your supernatural abilities.

Master Alchemy skill.

Earn money from selling elixirs at the Consignment store.

Have as many children as you desire.

Accidentally leave a Bottled Curse of the Lycan out for your heir to drink.

GENERATION 13: DEREK HALE - TEEN WOLF

TRAITS: Grumpy, Brooding, Night Owl, Perceptive, Good LTW: Leader of the PackAny Career.

Become a werewolf as a teenager.

Turn a few people on Full Moons.

Master Lycanthropy Skill.

Buy Alpha Wolf Lifetime Reward.

Have a single child later in life, as an older adult.

GENERATION 14: ALISON DILAURENTIS - PRETTY LITTLE LIARS

TRAITS: Ambitious, Charismatic, Dramatic, Snob, Family-OrientatedAny LTW CAREER: Education

Optional: Cure Lycanthropy

Move to a new town after your parent has died of old age. (You can speed this up with Trigger Age Transition)

Have 4 Best Friends

Date and marry one of your best friends

Adopt one child, due to fertility issues.

GENERATION 15: RACHEL BERRY - GLEE

TRAITS: Star Quality, Snob, Natural Born Performer, Excitable, Diva LTW: Vocal Legend CAREER: Singer

Live in a New York-style world.

Master Singing skill. [Hidden]

Have 3 friends.

Be a 5-Star celebrity.

Marry someone with the Athletic trait.

Have as many children as you desire.

GENERATION 16: RICK GRIMES - THE WALKING DEAD

TRAITS: Brave, Charismatic, Brooding, Heavy Sleeper, Fmaily-Orientated LTW: International Super Spy CAREER: Law Enforcement

Move to a small town world.

Master logic skill.

Master Athletic skill.

Have 1 best friend.

Get married to a townie.

Have 1 child with the townie.

Your partner has an affair with your best friend, resulting in a baby.

Raise the baby as your own.

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nexus-my-beloved · 3 months

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Writing time is back in session, boys

In a time of creative genius, I have come up with three new fics to give you all, and I hope you enjoy them to their fullest. If one of them interests you, it is either up already or will be sometime soon !!! Fic One : D O L L H O U S E Tags : Castiel & Dean Winchester, whump, FBI agent Dean Winchester, hurt/comfort, psychological trauma, physical abuse, past abuse, several past sa mentions, graphic/semi-graphic depictions Status: Uploaded !! / In progress !! Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52509145/chapters/132833086

“According to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, roughly 800,000 children are reported missing each year in the United States. Most are found. Thousands are not.”

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The Novak family had gone off the grid years ago. Two of the eldest sons ran away, followed by one of the daughters. A prestigious family that owned land, businesses, and had power in the industry, had started to crumble due to the diminishing reputation that had begun to follow it.

That was when one of their sons went missing.

Such a reputable family would normally have sent out an immediate search for the boy, but this one did not. Instead, their assets were abandoned, businesses left behind to be taken over “temporarily” by their CEOs, the family seemingly disappearing without a trace.

Now, Agent Smith is investigating a lead in a popular case. What seems to be an elaborate drug-trade turns out to be something much more disturbing; substances aren’t the only thing being traded.

Through paperwork, field investigations, suspect interrogations and unlikely tips, Agent Smith discovers the horrifying connection between the Novaks and his elusive "drug cartel". !!! Fic two : Incandescent Tags : Castiel/Dean Winchester, Minor Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Minor/Implied Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Murderer Castiel, Victim Dean Winchester, Bloody Romance, Blood and Violence, Slow Burn, can it still be called slow burn if they fuck in chapter one, it is not safe or sane but the sex sure is consensual ! Status : In progress, not yet uploaded !! Link : N/A Incandescent /ˌinkənˈdes(ə)nt/ 1. full of strong emotion; passionate. ..Well, that's one word for it. — Castiel is a killer. And, as much as his brother insists, he isn't messy. He's bored. Everyone he kills is too simple, hardly able to be called entertainment at this point. What Castiel wants is a complex target, someone that will give him enjoyment. Someone that will bleed out in his arms and look to him for mercy, a plea for their life that's mixed with the devastation and dread of their impending death. Cue in Dean Winchester. !!! Fic three : less is planned, but this is likely gonna come out first. Description : In every other universe, Castiel raises Dean from perdition and leaves, does as he's told. Dean wakes up one morning, and something isn't right. Cas isn't in the bunker. Everything else is the same, but there's no mark of Cas in the place- no picture on Dean's desk, the zeppelin mix tape is missing off of Dean's desk, and there's jam in the cupboard - Cas hated jam. And now, when Dean asks Sam about it, Sam acts like he's never spoken to Cas in his life, and only refers to him as Castiel.

Maybe a prayer will get Cas to come and fix it all? Except... something isn't right with Cas.

#supernatural #spn #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #fanfic #writing

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hintsofhoney · 2 years

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Dean Winchester Masterlist

Welcome to my Dean Winchester masterlist! Here you can find everything I’ve written for our favorite green-eyed hunter. Please heed the warnings, tags and the author’s notes; they are there for you. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Mature and explicit content (smut, violence, adult themes, etc) will be tagged as 18+. Everything else falls under 16+. If you like what you read, please don’t hesitate to leave some feedback or give it a reblog; it is what fuels my writing fire! Happy reading!

Drabbles

A/N: Works that are under 1,000 words!

Bad Moon Rising

The world's ending, and Dean has something to confess. [f!reader, angst, 16+]

Begging for It

Dean wants you to beg for it. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Better Than Pie

Dean just really loves eating you out. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Dean’s Other Other Cell

You miss Dean's voice, so you give him a call. [f!reader, angst, 16+]

Go Your Own Way

Dean can't let Y/N in, no matter how badly he wants to. [f!reader, angst, 16+]

You Don’t Look at Me Like That

You may be a little bit too excited to be at your favorite diner again for the first time in years, introducing Dean to the best burgers in the world. [gn!reader, fluff, 18+]

One Shots

A/N: Works that are 1,000 words or over!

A Lesson In Anger Management

During an argument, you lose your temper and try to hit Dean. You end up with a real sore behind. [f!reader, almost smut, 18+]

Are You Trying To Turn Me On?

A quick and rough fuck in the library with your boyfriend Dean after you (unintentionally) turn him on... and Sam's supposed to be back any minute. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Asking for Favors

The new football coach at your school asks you to pass one of his kids so he can play. You're not one to just go around doing favors for free, and it's been ages since you've last had a good fuck. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

The Best Worst Day Ever

You're having a really bad day, in part thanks to Dean, but he's also the one who turns it around. [f!reader, fluff, implied smut, 18+]

Caught Looking

Baseball is Y/N's favorite sport of all time. It ends up meaning so much more to her than she could ever imagine after she meets Dean Winchester, her favorite player, at one of his games one night. [f!reader, fluff, implied smut, 18+]

Don’t Be a Tease

A little teasing never hurt nobody... even if it is at dinner with Dean’s parents. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Don’t Forget It

While working a case with Dean, he gets jealous of the way you interact with a suspect and decides to remind you who you belong to. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Don’t Test Your Luck

Dean Winchester is a millionaire mogul CEO... and he's also your boyfriend... who does not put up with your attitude. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Freshman Year

Fucking your RA (and your roommate's older brother) wasn’t exactly what you had planned for your first semester of college. [m!reader, smut, 18+]

Game Night

You decide to send Dean a few dirty texts while at game night with all your closest friends... it doesn't go as planned. [f!reader, almost smut, 18+]

I Could Show You

You decide to step out of your comfort zone and finally visit a sex shop in search of some new toys. The guy at the counter, Dean, offers to show you how some of them work instead of just telling you. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

I’m Gonna Be

You’re cleaning Dean’s room and find something you’re not supposed to. [f!reader, fluff, 16+]

Incubus

The case you and the Winchesters are on turns out to be a monster under your bed. [f!reader, crack, adult themes, 18+]

Jealous

Y/N and Dean go on their first official date night. [f!reader, fluff, 16+]

Ladies With Experience

When Dean makes an off-handed comment about "preferring ladies with experience", you try (and fail) to not let it get under your skin. You're a virgin, but you've done just about everything else, and when you talk to Dean about it, he offers to be your first. He's your best friend, and you've been in love with him forever... who are you to deny him? [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Leather and Heels

It’s Dean’s birthday, and you decide to gift him one of his bedroom fantasies. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Life of the Party

Dean's trying (and failing) to enjoy his night out with friends, until he's made an offer that he can't refuse. [f!reader, crack, implied smut, 18+]

No Ifs, Ands, or Cuts

Dean constantly makes fun of Sam's long locks, but you have long hair, too. You ask Dean to cut it, figuring he might like the short-haired look better on you. You were wrong. [m!reader, fluff, implied smut, 18+]

Not So Timid After All

You’ve had a crush on Dean Winchester for years but are far too shy to make a move. When you’re working a case with Dean at a costume party, he decides to make a move instead. Turns out, you’re not so shy in the bedroom. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Radio and the Rain

When a bad storm forces you and Dean apart on a hunt, he realizes just how much you mean to him. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Take It Off

You and Dean have had a flirtatious relationship for years. After he gets you incredibly sexually frustrated one night, you decide to get him back with a strip tease the next day. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

There’s Always Room for Dessert

You and Dean go on an impromptu shopping date at the mall. [f!reader, crack, implied smut, 18+]

Views From the Doorway

Dean’s a really, really good dad to the tiny human y’all made. [f!reader, flangst, 16+]

You Miss Me Or Something?

Dean’s away on a hunt and you’re horny... thank God for technology. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

You Shook Me All Night Long

Y/N sees Dean working on the Impala on the side of the road and pulls over to see if he needs any help. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Mini-Series

A/N: Mini-series will have 2-3 parts. There are no masterlists for these.

Always a Flirt

Part One: Always a Flirt: You buy a bra that reminds you of Dean while he's away on a hunt. He ends up really liking it. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Part Two: That’s It, I’m Getting My Belt: Dean's not gonna let your bratty behavior slide this time. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Attitude Adjustment

Part One: Giving Dean an attitude gets you nowhere but over his knee in the backseat of the Impala... and Sam’s passed out in the front. [f!reader, almost smut, 18+]

Part Two: After a long and silent drive you finally arrive back at the bunker, nervous yet excited about what Dean has in store for you. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Homework Help

Part One: Homework Help: You're having trouble focusing on your homework and Dean has an idea about how to help you concentrate. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Part Two: Concentrate: After you get an awful grade back on the paper that Dean had "helped" you with, he has some other ways in mind to help you with your lack-of-concentration problem. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Just for Tonight

Part One: Demon!Dean is tied to the chair in the archives room a few hours before it's time for Sam to start curing him. You decide to have a little fun... just for tonight. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Part Two: You come back to the archives room to finish Dean off... except, it doesn’t go as planned. [f!reader, smut, 18+]

Series

A/N: Series will have 4+ parts! The links below will take you to the series masterlists.

Holidate

Y/N and Dean have both had bad luck with relationships (and the recent holidays). When they meet one another at the mall, Dean gets an idea that could potentially fix their problems. [f!reader, tags differ by chapter, complete]

#dean winchester masterlist #dean winchester x reader

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