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sashi-ya · 2 years

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Hi, I really hope you're still open. This sounds like such a cool event. For my requests, can I get NSFW Grimmjow x F!reader for "But I really want him, not the King. " and/ or NSFW KatakurixF!Reader for "Royal’s secrets"? Thank you and good luck!!!

Hii baby! First, I'm sorry for the delay. Second, of course! I chose to write for Grimmjow since I have a slightly similar request for Kata I will post in a few days! I hope you enjoy! thank u for requesting! ❤

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒋𝒐𝒘 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒕

tw: hard violent sex. Reader cheats on Aizen (the audacity). Grimmy is a knight, Reader the Queen. unprotected, "public" sex. cream pie. "degrading" and no filter speech.

wc: 2.4k

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The king and his knights. From 0 to 10 all of them so devoted to him. All of them, and you. His wife.

Lord Aizen had become the King of your land, and as soon as he placed his eyes on you, you were taken to his palace to become the new queen. But, as much as you find him interesting, there is someone who gets all of your attention. And it’s as forbidden as immoral… You don’t want the king, you want him. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, espada sexta, one of the most violent and precise knights of the royal ordeal of King Aizen.

The many reunions where so many times you enjoyed from far his manly complexion. At first he didn’t notice you, and you were fine with it. The less interaction with any of the knights the better, but it was not until one night that some of them had to be alone with you. King Aizen had left the palace along with the princes, Kaname and Gin and you were made to stay under the protection of the fourth and six rank of knights in the castle. Ulquiorra, a young pal with dark hair and sad eyes and him, Grimmjow.

The night comes, or well, only in terms of hours since in your kingdom there was no sun, no days. Only a dark sky with a glimmering midnight sun, a silver half-moon above a black firmament.

Sitting right where you always do, on the windowsill of Las Noches castle, you admire the endless white deans ahead of you. The crystal trees that would never blossom and the white shadows of hollows fighting to survive on that arid sand.

Your feet hang to the void as you move them like a little girl. It’s boring there, enough for a queen with no other task to do but to exist and please the King. Aizen wasn’t a bad husband, it was just that you didn’t want him…

“(Name)-sama, we are having dinner now. Would you prefer to eat in your room or in the dinning room?” the monotonous and raspy voice of one of Aizen’s most loyal knights asks behind your door. The pale young man of greenish orbs that reminds you of a bat stands right at the entrance of your dormitory, and for some reason you dare to choose the different option for once; “I’ll have dinner with you all, Ulquiorra. Thank you”

When you arrive at the huge dining table, where some knight from the Espadas Ordeal are already sitting, your eyes only search for the blue haired one, one of those who were supposed to be taking care of you. But he is missing. Grimmjow is not having dinner with you, or at least not yet.

“Excuse Mr. Jaegerjaques, my Queen. He should be here at any moment” Harribel spokes for him. From the ones who have stayed at the castle she is the most reliable one to your eyes, so you simply smile at her with kindness and nod in understanding.

It wasn’t surprising he didn’t get there on time. Grimmjow has never been an espada that would follow orders, and most of the time he had to be stopped by either his comrades or Aizen itself. The man that reminded you of a panther, has always been a little rebellious for the King’s liking, but he was efficient enough to keep them close.

You eat in silence, none of your companions tonight speak or even emit any sound. Sure, Ulquiorra was only interested in his tea and Harribel into finish his meal to walk back to her own part of the palace.

A loud stomp, however, breaks the sepulchral and sterile silence a few minutes later. “Oi, what’s for dinner?” he screams, turning around the big seat where you are sitting. Normally, you don’t occupy your special throne at the table for dinner. So, he, disobediently enough, would sit right there with his legs over the armrests as if he was no other than the queen itself.

“Grimmjow!” Ulquiorra exclaimed with the higher voice tone you had ever heard coming from him. The savage man of opened uniform, exposing his abs and huge scar crossing his chest, looks at you. “Huh?” he wonders who the hell are you.

“Grimmjow, leave the Queen alone!” Ulquiorra stands up, surely about to cut the blue haired man’s head off with his sword. “Oh… you are the queen?” he asks, getting to know your face closely for the very first time. It hurts that he doesn’t even recognize your existence, but you would lie if you said you didn’t like having his handsome self so near to your countenance.

Your eyes bounce between Ulquiorra and him, in silence and feeling the tension. You can also notice how Harribel regrets being there and having to probably intervene sooner before the two knights kill each other in a dominance fight.

“My, my. Let’s go back to eat, shall we?” you intervene, trying to calm the waters and surely to protect your crush from getting beheaded by the bat guy’s sword’s edge.

Grimmjow, who is in the slightest worried by a sharp blade over his nape, but more about your facial traits, smirks with a naughtiness that could be felt in your bones. His big hands turn veiny from how he squeezes the arm rests of your chair and soon he walks back. And he does It, always burning holes in your eyes with his beautiful blue ones.

He has no respect for boundaries, nor for other’s property. And if he wants to steal a prey from other depredator, he most definitely will. And you, of course, felt like a prey during that short, yet exciting, crossing sights game.

He sits right in front of you, right where Aizen sits during meetings, right were the King would do if he was having dinner with you all. Lying on his right side, he can’t take his eyes off you. A sexy, yet, despot attitude for sure. Defiant and insubordinate, so different from the refined, calmed and collected one that Aizen has. A dangerous attraction building inside your guts, more and more.

Eating slowly, you can’t take your eyes from his either. You see him devour whatever is on his plate. No manners, nothing. You are surprised by how little he respects his superiors, and somehow is the most attractive trait you have notice in him yet.

Finished your plates, it’s time to go back to your usual activities, doing nothing but contemplating a dry world from your window. You stand up, and innocently enough you bow to your inferiors. You own a disgraced look from Ulquiorra, who is obsessed with loyalty and respect and an absent look from Harribel. As for Grimmjow, he doesn’t say anything and instead he accepts your respects as if he was the king itself.

You turn around and walk away, asking yourself if that show of weakness was something Aizen would disapprove but you don’t really care at this point. He is not here, and you are more than ok with it.

Through the white sterile halls of Las Noches, your also white clothes flow as you walk back to your room. You can’t stop going back to the memories of Grimmjow’s face so closer to yours, his scent, a manly and chocolatey perfume, the reddish scar crossing his chest, how renegade of rules he is.

“Well, at least he knows my face now” you think, so absent from time and space that you didn’t notice the feline like presence at your back. His hand as a claw snatches your wrist and stops you from walking any further. You turn around, moved by a violent pulling motion discovering the man in your dreams right behind you.

His smirk meets yours, icy stare, deep blue eyes that somehow look like they were lit on fire. You could swear he looked as if he was drooling over a prey, as if he just wanted to devour you. Frozen, you look at him with blinking eyes waiting for at least a word to come out from his sharp fangs mouth.

In a sudden, violent motion, Grimmjow pushes you against the wall. Your cheek pressed on the wall, your hand over the small of your back. His warm breath on your nape, his whole body crushing you.

“Heh… you want me, don’t you?” he asks, right in your ear, with raspy, sexy voice. You stutter to give him any answer back, it’s not that you didn’t want him, but you are right on a hall of Las Noches castle… you are sure someone will see you. In fact, you are probably even being filmed at in this exact moment.

He pushes you even harder, the tip of his tongue grazing your earlobe. “Come on… I know you do… Let’s have fun” he insists, the hastily breathing mixing with yours and the accelerated pulse in your arteries. “I- Grimmjow… we can’t… here” you mumble, giving him the exact answer, he was looking for;

Consent to fuck you harder than even Aizen could ever.

“We can’t here? Why? Let’s see…” he grunts, with a hand traveling up your legs under the long white skirt of your Queen’s wearing. Your blazing skin met his palm and fingers, a little calloused from holding his sword, veiny, with rather longer nails that scratch the soft flesh of your inner thighs and even higher.

Grimmjow’s fingers tangle with the lace of your panties, damped fine clothing that covers your sex from the rest of the world. Sex is Aizen’s property, or so that’s what he thinks. It’s almost dripping from arousal, the wet answer to transgression and violent touches. “Let’s make it wetter, shall we… my Queen?” he whispers, exploring your folds with his index and middle finger. Beckoning motions right on your clit, the desperation for moaning, the little string of saliva from the corner of your mouth over the immaculate and pure wall of your husband’s castle.

Your now lover take your arms over your head, just one of hand is enough to press both of your wrists together. His knee spread your legs enough for him to grope his own sex against your ass. First, with his white hakama on, then, after the sash gets untied with his dripping hardness.

“Ugh… God. How come I’ve never seen your face closely? And this ass?” he grumbles, extremely aroused. You whimper under his intense touches, and even with a finger now going in and out of your core. “You want me to fuck you, my Queen?” he asks, always smirking.

“I- yes, yes please” you whine, trying to devise any cameras around you without any luck. Yet, you know, for sure, there must be at least one somewhere. “But you are Aizen’s whore, aren’t you?” he asks, this time mocking you and you are sure it is because of how sluty you are acting right now…But how can someone resist such a man...?

You try to hide your face by pressing your forehead to the concrete, he is right. “You are right, Grimmjow” you accept in pure guiltiness.

“Of course, you are. And that’s even better. Let me give you what that prick can’t… a good fuck” he moans, as he warms his dick with your labia and plays with the transparent sticky filaments of your arousal forming on his length.

Your legs tremble, his hands are now tearing your white attire. Nails carved on your breasts and the tip of his dick barely inside you. You squirm under his topping body, begging for him to go deeper, but still enjoying the sensation of his warm bare little intrusion.

“Deeper” you beg. “Deeper?” he asks, laughing sadistically. “Mhh… yes” you moan back, biting your lower lip.

“You want me deeper? Slut? Come on ask for it, beg for it. What you want? My cock deep inside your tight little cunt? Mh?”

“Yes, Grimmjow, fuck me so fucking hard” you whine, soundly forgetting about where you are and lifting your ass higher for him to get a better access to stretch your walls.

The blue haired knight bites your neck, almost as if he wanted to rip your carotid off and as he carves marks on your breasts he impales you so violently you could feel him up to your stomach.

Sweating, you go completely dumb by how hard his thrusts are destroying your insides. You don’t care, at this point, who is listening or even watching. You know this is most likely your last fuck, and you might as well enjoy it. After all, Aizen will know, and he will make you both pay for such a treachery. But who cares about that now that you are about to burst, and the pressure of your upcoming orgasm is about to bathe Grimmjow’s sex?

“Ooh, are you about to come little slut? Keep milking my dick that way and I’ll make sure you go to sleep full of my cum”

That’s it. One, two, three thrusts, and the final blow. “Cum, my queen” he commands in your ear, so ready to make you tremble, so ready to feel you cover his dick in squirting pleasure.

“Fuck, Grimmjow…” you whine, spasming, with moans ripped and breath in into his mouth, with tongues dancing from the side, with his nails like a panther carved on your hipbones, with him also coming… with his warm, thick release filling your womb, making it drip through your thighs and into the ground. His sweaty forehead resting over your shoulder, normalizing his breath, swearing to the heavens for how good it felt.

You are finally freed from your trap against the wall, only just to be pinned back after he turns you around. “Ugh… cute little bitch… look at how messy you ended up… It’s a shame Aizen wouldn’t get to see that raptured expression…” he mumbles, kissing the commissure of your lips after.

You frown, what does he mean? He is that wary to think he wouldn’t know?

He puts his pants back on and walks a few steps from you, but he doesn’t go away instantly… instead, he stops.

“You know the sex freak, Szayelporro? He owned me some favours and since he manages the security over the halls of this castle… Aizen won’t know unless you tell him… tell me if you want me here again, we can have fun on this blind spot…”

You gawk, and as he walks away so priggishly you fall on your knees.

“What… the fuck was that?”

#grimmjow jaggerjack x reader #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow x you #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow #grimmjow headcanons #grimmjow imagine #grimmjow bleach #bleach #grimmjow smut #grimmjow ns/fw #sashi ya

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deanstead · 1 year

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RESA'S 3K FIESTA BINGO MASTERLIST

Posting the masterlist under the cut for all the fics under this so far! Bingo has been extended to 31 Jan 2023, so I'll continue to update as new fics come in as well! If your fic is not here, please let me know! Enjoy!

@resanoona

Supernatural Elements: There Will Be Peace (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Kids: A Girl (Will Halstead x Reader)

Snowed In: Snowstorm (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Fight that ends in a kiss: Hate Fighting (Adam Ruzek x Reader)

Hurt Feelings: News (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Fake Dating: Private Life (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Waking Up Next To Each Other: Our Little Secret (Adam Ruzek x Reader)

College AU: Change (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Sick/Illness: Vows (Connor Rhodes x Reader)

Hurt/Comfort: Bad Feeling (Matt Casey x Reader)

5+1: Five Times, and then One (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Neighbors: Spare Key (Connor Rhodes x Reader)

Kidnap/Hostage: Coming Home (Halstead!Sister)

Free: Christmas Surprise (Jay Halstead x Reader)

First Fight: The Good, The Bad, The Ugly (Will Halstead x Reader)

Facing Fears: Unknown Threat (Jay Halstead x Reader)

@sheetsonfire

Road Trip: Interstate Intimacy (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Woke up next to each other: Wrong Door (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Supernatural Elements: Thinning Of The Veil (Jay Halstead x Reader)

5 + 1: Five Times and a Date (Matt Casey x Reader)

Free: I Only Want To Be With You (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Fights that ends in a kiss: The Red Strokes (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Sick/Illness: In Sickness and In Health (Kelly Severide x Reader)

Weddings/Proposals: Suspects and Surprises (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Hurt Feelings: Free Will (Will Halstead x Reader)

Hurt/Comfort: Chasing Shadows Away (Jay Halstead x Reader)

@writercole

Kidnap/Hostage: Sacrifice (Dean Winchester)

Free Space: The Way You Look In Black (Dean Winchester)

5 + 1: A Guardian Angel and Her Knight (Jake Seresin)

@afriendlyneighborhoodhufflepuff

5 + 1: 5 + 1 (Will Halstead x Sylvie Brett)

First Fight: First Fight (Rheese)

Free Space: Quiet Nights (Brettsey)

Fake Dating: What Are We? (Will Halstead x Reader)

Sick/Illness: Sicker than a dog (Halstead!Sister)

@wordsandupstead

Bodyguard AU: Bodyguard (Upstead)

Facing Fears: Positive (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Sick/Illness: secrets, soup and sassiness (Halstead!Sister)

High School/College AU: there for her (Upstead)

@district447

Supernatural Elements: Prince of Hell (Kelly Severide x Reader)

@i-like-sparkly-things

Hurt/Comfort: Stay Awake (Burgstead) // Stabbed (Halstead Brothers)

@enchantedblackrose

Hurt Feelings: Not Pretty (Jay Halstead x Reader)

Free Space: Happy Birthday (Jay Halstead x Reader)

@i-spaced-sorry

Road Trip: Optimal Road Trip (Halstead!Sister, Upstead)

Coffee Ship AU: Coffee Shop (Intelligence)

@storiesofsvu

Neighbors: Start of Something New (Derek Morgan x Reader)

First Fight: Journey To The Past Ch 15 (Bryan Kneef x Reader)

Hurt Feelings: Journey To The Past Ch 16 (Bryan Kneef x Reader)

Sick/Illness: Dunbar Magic Hot Chocolate (Heather Dunbar x Reader)

Snowed In: Washington Whiteout (Elizabeth Keane x Reader)

Forced Proximity: Learn to Share (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

Hurt/Comfort: Iowa Chill (Heather Dunbar x Jackie Sharp)

#resa.3kfiestabingo #masterlist

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xlynnbbyx · 1 year

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Ok as always I am on the hunt for more Dean Winchester x Reader or Jensen Ackles x Reader Series. I need to add some new ones to my favorites list. As much as I love reading the ones on my favorite lists over & over I need some new ones. Of course no incest, gross bathroom, none in 1st person like where it says I instead of She or You. Only reader insert series. I don’t mind if there are original characters in the story as long as reader is still main character being paired with Dean or Jensen. But other than that open to suggestions.

One type of series I have hardly seen and wonder if there is more of is like Royal type series. Like Dean is a knight and reader is a princess and they fall in love. Maybe Dean is the prince and reader is either a maid or regular citizen they fall in love. You know series like that. Does anyone have any suggestions for Dean Winchester x Reader Royal series? If so let me know.

#dean winchester series #dean winchester series help #dean winchester series suggestions #au dean winchester #au dean winchester series #jensen ackles series #jensen ackles series recommendations #dean winchester series recommendations #dean winchester x reader #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles series suggestions

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

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Fill out the empty spots with characters/people! Send me an ask, DO NOT DM. You can use my Masterlist's fandoms or you can use another fandom that I will add. Again, you must send me an ask to make it official.

31 days. 31 different kinks.

That's enough Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Henry Cavill. Give something else.

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(Thank you @softboy5393 for the background banner and the prompts!)

Day 1: Degradation & Leg Grinding -- Karl Heisenberg x Male reader

Day 2: Office Sex -- Boss Henry Cavill x Employee Male reader

Day 3: Cockwarming, Begging -- Bucky Barnes x Male reader

Day 4: Public Play/Sex -- Brennen Taylor x male reader

Day 5: Bondage Kink -- Dom! Tom Holland x Male reader

Day 6: Face & Throat-Fucking -- Chris Evans x male reader

Day 7: Thigh-fucking -- Dean Winchester x male reader

Day 8: Soft Sensual Sex, Body Worship, & Comfort -- Chris Hemsworth x Femboy male reader

Day 9: Hate Sex -- Chris Evans x Brat Male reader

Day 10: Buttplugs and Lingerie -- Dean Winchester x Male reader

Day 11: Cosplay Sex & Pet Names -- Dean Winchester x Male reader

Day 12: Monster Fucking/Biting -- Vampire Hiram Lodge x male reader

Day 13: Somnophilia/wet dreams -- Steve Rogers x Male reader

Day 14: Humiliation -- Dom! Tom Holland x male reader

Day 15: Domination, Edging, & Cock Slapping -- Sub! Top! Peter Parker x Dom! Bottom! Male reader

Day 16: Suits, Ties & Masturbation -- Andy Barber x male reader

Day 17: Aphrodisiac -- Ransom Drysdale x male reader

Day 18: Begging Kink -- Sub/top Sebastian Stan x dom/bottom male reader

Day 19: Double Penetration/Threesome -- Steve Rogers x male reader x Bucky Barnes

Day 20: Sugar Daddy Sex -- Bruce Wayne x Femboy male reader.

Day 21: Butler x Master -- Henry Cavill x Male reader

Day 22: Phone Sex & Teasing -- Dabi x male reader

Day 23: Window Sex -- Chris Hemsworth x male reader

Day 24: Possessive Sex -- Jasper Hale x male reader

Day 25: Royal Kink (Knight x Prince) -- Knight Sebastian Stan x Prince male reader

Day 26: Attention Starved Sex -- Hiram Lodge x male chubby reader

Day 27: Werewolf Breeding & Mating Press -- Werewolf Fangs Fogarty x Human Male reader

Day 28: Size Kink -- Steve Rogers x male reader

Day 29: Piercings & Nipple Play -- Jason Todd x male reader

Day 30: Overstimulation -- Carlisle Cullen x Chubby Male reader

Day 31: Orgasm Denial, Vibrators, & Oral Sex -- Clark Kent x male reader

Bonus: Teacher x Student -- Sub! Top Clark Kent x Dom! Bottom male reader

Once October comes, I'll post these on their days.

#kinktober #male reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #male reader insert #male reader imagine

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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Two Barbarians (3)

Title: Two Barbarians (3)

Square Filled for @spnabobingo (Round 6): Overprotective alpha

Ship: Alpha(Prince)!Dean Winchester x Omega(Princess)!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Grandmother Millie

Rating: Mature

Summary: Dean is determined to make you see you’re his omega.

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, true mates, comforting, fluff, overprotective alpha, light oral (fem rec), mentions of oral (male rec), implied smut, mentions of knotting, implied claiming, cuddling & snuggling, possessive alpha, coming in pants (untouched)

Word Count: 2,2k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

<< Part 2

One week before the wedding, …

“Dean, it feels odd,” you whimper, feeling his tongue lap at your exposed sex. He moans against you, smirking when your hands snap toward his head to tug at his hair. “My Prince, are you sure we are allowed to do this before our wedding night?”

“My love, you are so sweet down there,” he purrs. “You taste like heaven, sweetheart. Now let me touch you again. I want to make you feel so good. Don’t you like it?”

“I like it a lot,” you bite your lower lip. “It feels so good when you touch my petals,” heat creeps into your cheeks when Dean’s tongue flick your sensitive nub. “But I don’t want anyone else to touch me like that.”

“No one will dare to touch my omega,” Dean’s head snaps upward and you can see possessiveness in his emerald orbs. “Only I can touch you down there or anywhere, my little skunk.”

“Please, don’t stop,” whining you look down your body. “Dean, can I touch you too tonight? I want to touch your manhood, please.”

“Sweetheart,” he purrs, slowly crawling up your body. You can feel his arousal press against your slicked sex, and you know, he wants you as much as you yearn to give yourself to him. “Only one week left. You can touch me as much as you want to in not a week.”

“One of the ladies said I should take your knot in my mouth,” you blur out. “Do you want me to?” innocently glancing at Dean you move your hand to his swelling length. “This feels so hard, my prince. I could help you and use my tongue and lips.”

“My love,” a throaty purr leaves your lips when Dean burrows his face in your neck to inhale your scent. “Please don’t make me weak. If you don’t stop, I claim and knot you tonight and no one is going to stop me.”

“Why didn’t you claim me during my heat?” you whisper. “Why giving me herbs to suppress it? I wanted you to make me yours.”

“Rowena offered her help, and I took the chance to get to know you better before I knot, claim and make love to you,” Dean nuzzles your cheek, moaning when you grasp for him, roughly pressing the alpha to your heated body, hips rocking against Dean’s crotch.

“My prince, uh—your pants are wet,” you giggle. “Is this normal, Dean? I mean, are you hurt or sick?”

“I just came in my pants,” he sighs deeply. His cheeks shades of pink he looks down at you. “I couldn’t stop my manhood from wanting you.”

“OH! Did you knot your pants?” he laughs, shaking his head at your question. “What? Don’t you knot an omega all the time?”

“Most of the time we only use our manhood, my little skunk,” Dean pecks your lips, nibbling at your lower lip. “Alphas knot their omega during heats, our ruts, or when we mate for the first time.”

“Not for fun?”

“Naughty little skunk,” pressing his lips to your mating gland he moans. “You taste so good, Y/N. One more week and I’ll show you my knot.”

“Is it big? Lady Lisa said an alpha must have a big knot to satisfy his omega,” you shyly glance at Dean, chewing on your lower lip.

“I got the biggest knot you’ll ever see,” nodding you smile up at your alpha. “I’m gonna fill you with my pups and show everyone I stole my arch-nemesis daughter’s heart.”

“Slow, sweetheart,” Dean holds your hand, carefully helps you move down the stairs. “We don’t want you to stumble and fall again. My little skunk is a clumsy omega.”

“I’m not clumsy,” you protest. “I was in a hurry, scared and heartbroken.” You sniffle, looking around the throne room. “Is she really gone? I don’t want to see her again.”

“No one is going to hurt you,” he whispers in your ear. “Everyone knows you are my chosen omega. You believe me, right.”

“You didn’t threaten to put me in the dungeon lately,” Dean smirks when you squeeze his hand a little tighter. “And you didn’t yell at me.”

“I tried to tame my temper for you, sweetheart. I can’t promise to always be patient, but I’ll try my best. Promised.”

“Will you,” leaning closer to Dean to whisper the words you press his hand to your heart, “do this thing with your tongue again too? I like it a lot, my prince.”

“Son, we need to talk about a few things before the wedding,” John whispers, jabbing his thumb over his left shoulder. “Your grandmother is about to change everything again. Please, help your king out.”

“I can’t leave my omega all alone,” Dean wraps his arm tightly around your shoulders. “She could get hurt again! I need to stay by her side all the time.”

“Dean, you didn’t leave your bride’s side for over a month. She can barely breathe without you worrying,” laughing at your pained expression John looks you all over. “She looks healthy and happy. Let your grandmother tell her about the new musicians and food. We can talk about the hunt to honor your wedding.”

“I can’t—” Dean snarls at his father, immediately shoving you behind his back. “No one is getting close to my omega. Stay away from Y/N.”

“Something wrong?” Sam cocks his head to glance at you behind his brother’s back. “Why are you hiding Y/N behind your back? Is she sick or scared?”

“Hands off my omega, Sammy,” Dean threatens, finger poking his brother’s chest. “You looked at her too often for my liking. She’s my omega, my chosen bride.”

“Dean, I was just worried about her. Did you forget you threatened to put her in the dungeon?” furrowing his brows Sam looks at his brother. “What? Got nothing to say?”

“Back then she was just the enemy’s daughter,” Dean growls when Sam dares to get closer to you. “Now she’s my bride and omega. Don’t get any closer.”

“Sam,” John holds his youngest son back. “Dean’s scent just got stronger. I think he’s close to his rut and it’s not a good idea to get too close to his omega right now. Give him a bit of time.”

“She’s mine,” before you can protest Dean scoops you into his arms to run away with you. “I dare you to even look at her!”

Three days before the wedding,…

“Son, this is not—” watching Dean cover your body with his larger frame John sighs deeply. Your alpha placed almost all of his clothes on the bed, wrapped you into a warm blanket before he caged you with his body. “Don’t suffocate your omega.”

“I need to keep her save,” Dean grumbles. He looks you all over again, checks every part of you before he lies on the bed, waiting for you to curl in his side. “I don’t want you to get closer. This is my omega and our nest.”

“He’s so protective,” you purr, nuzzling your alpha’s neck, rubbing his scent onto your skin. “My king, you should leave us alone. I’ll try to calm him down, but I’m afraid it’s no use.”

“I got a sword and a dagger,” threatening his father Dean whips his head toward John. “She’s mine and I must keep close to me.”

“Dean, you got it bad for her,” laughing John slowly steps backward. “I just wanted to tell you everything is prepared for your wedding. You only need to attend the wedding.”

“We will,” one strong arm slings around your waistline and you squeak when Dean burrows his face in your neck to positively lick your mating gland.

“Dean, my prince,” you push against how shoulder feeling his erection press against your thigh. “ALPHA!”

“Soon you are mine,” he hums to himself, licking your untouched mating gland. “I won’t let anyone get close to you ever again. My omega, my princess.”

“Maybe I should hide in the dungeon for the time being,” sighing deeply you rest your head against Dean’s shoulder. “I will sleep now, alpha. I promise to not run away.”

“If you hide in the dungeon, I’ll follow you,” Dean states, kissing your neck. “Sleep, I’ll watch over you and make sure no one touches what’s mine.”

“Goodnight, Dean,” pressing your lips to his chin you smile. “I feel safe with you, alpha. But you need sleep to my prince. Promise to sleep a bit.”

“Promised,” Dean lies but you are too tired to argue tonight. “Maybe in the morning after you woke.”

Wedding Day, ...

Dean circles his father and brother like prey snarls now and then before he starts to pace around the altar. “What if anything happens to her while I’m not with her? I will kill anyone touching her!”

“Son, that is enough!” John’s voice echoes through the church. “Your chosen bride is safe with the maids. Three knights guard the room and will accompany her to the church. Nothing is going to happen to her.”

“Brother, look—” Dean stops in his tracks when the doors to the church opens and everyone gets up from their seats to watch you walk down the aisle.

Grandmother Millie, John’s mother, leads you down the aisle, smiling wildly when Dean purrs low in his throat the moment you take his offered hand.

“You look beautiful, my little skunk,” you giggle when Dean whispers the words in your ear before he pecks your cheek.

“It’s your grandmother’s dress,” smiling at your groom you let him hold your hand tightly. Dean breaks all rules. He doesn’t follow the protocol for a royal wedding. He simply holds your hand, not wanting to let go of you.

“Only your beauty makes it look like a dream,” Dean roams your body with his eyes, smiling at you. You are wearing Millie’s wedding gown. It’s a ruby, long, form-fitting gown with a wide neckline, long sleeves, and gold embroidery.

You wish you could listen to the priest’s words, but all you can do is to look into Dean’s eyes. There is adoration and love in those mysterious orbs, and you wonder if he looked a girl like that before.

While your heart beats faster the longer you look at Dean, you forget about the wedding and that people are watching you and the prince.

“My prince, you must take your vows now,” the priest tuts, and Grandmother Millie chuckles. “We are all waiting for you.”

Listening to Dean’s vows you whimper silently. Instead of facing the priest, he looks at you all the time.

“—for better or worse, in sickness and in health, to death us depart,” he ends, looking at you, expectantly. “Your turn,” Dean whispers and you try to remember the words. “I’m here with you my love.”

Dean couldn’t leave the feast fast enough. He almost ran toward the chamber the maids prepared for your wedding night.

“Dean, slow down!”

“I finally got permission to touch you,” he purrs, smirking when you start to squirm in his hold. “Lemme bring you to our chamber and make you my omega. That’s all I want, my little skunk.”

“No more dungeon?”

“No more dungeon, sweetheart. Only our chamber and later, a warm and safe nest,” he kisses you softly, moaning when you wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, my barbarian. Now make me yours...”

“How does it feel?” Dean licks over the mark he left on your neck. “Does it hurt? Do you need anything?”

“It feels odd,” you feel the heat creep into your cheeks again when Dean shifts his hips and his knot twitches deep inside of you. “I read the books but didn’t think it will stay inside almost all night.”

“Did I hurt you? You felt pleasure…right?” worriedly kissing your hair Dean sighs when you do not answer his questions.

“Twice—” whispering the words you look over your shoulder to face your alpha. “At least I think it was twice. It could’ve been more.”

“That’s good,” puffing his chest Dean gives you a dirty grin. “My knot will fade soon, and we can sleep a bit. I don’t want you to be tired in the morning.”

“I liked it, my prince. Can we do this more often?” a deep growl leaves Dean’s throat and you squeak when he buries his face in your neck to bite you playfully. “Your knot, it’s big.”

“We will do it every night if you want us to,” he smirks when you squirm in his hold. “Or more often.”

“Every night,” Dean wraps his arms tightly around your body to keep you warm.

The winter is close and he feels it in his bones, it will be a dark and cold time. But with you by his side, he’ll never be cold again.

“Everyone waits for us to confirm we are expecting my heir, Y/N. I must knot and make love to you every night.”

“You are a liar,” you tut. “I know you only want to lie with me again. I see the hunger in your eyes, alpha.”

“Well, my love,” he nips at your neck, “I’m a barbarian after all. And now that you are in my arms and wear my mark. You are a barbarian too…”

“I love being yours, Dean. I love you, my barbarian…”

“I love you too, my little skunk.”

THE END...

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carryonmywaywardcaptain · 3 years

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You Have My Word

Pairing: Prince!Dean x handmaiden!reader

Summary: As Lady Charlie’s handmaiden, Prince Dean would surely never be interested in you...right?

WC: ~2,050

Warnings: floof, mutual pining, smidge of angst (i.e. self-worth, social class, forbidden love)

Square filled: Going horse riding for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: This was supposed to be a quick drabble to get some of my medieval feels out, but here we are. I was getting impatient with the Knight!Dean oneshot I’m working on and I whipped this out in one go, so please be gentle! Gifs by @lightjenvlp and @saneves-fan

“Y/N!” Lady Charlie called.

You carefully placed the last of her garments in the wardrobe and hurried to her side.

“Yes, My Lady?”

She spotted you in the reflection of her mirror, fussing with her hair a moment longer before she turned on her seat to face you. She quirked an eyebrow and pressed her lips into a thin line. “Is that what you’ve chosen to wear today?”

You glanced at your attire and sheepishly met her eyes. “Are they not to your liking? I can gather something else from my quarters, if it would please you.”

“No, no—they will do.” She pursed her lips as she appraised you. “Just...a few small adjustments.”

Lady Charlie dragged you back toward her wardrobe, wearing a sly grin as she kneeled to rummage through the contents you had yet to organize. Before you could offer your help, she soon withdrew a bundle of fabric and rose to her feet again.

“Put this on.”

Your eyes grew wide, beholding the luxurious cloth she extended toward you. It was a forest green cloak, as rich and vibrant as foliage after a gentle summer rain. The velvet material was soft and elegant, unlike the coarse, tattered fabrics that comprised most of your clothes.

“I-I cannot wear this.”

“It is a gift that belongs to you. Surely you would not refuse an item, carefully hand-crafted by my request?”

“Of course not, Lady Charlie.”

Despite your qualms, you donned the garment as she had asked. The delicate material cascaded down your shoulders and over your figure, with the seam barely grazing the floor. It was the perfect length, and more breathtaking than anything you had ever owned.

After she adjusted your hair, she took a step back and regarded you with a manner of pride. “Lovely.”

“It is,” you answered softly, in awe of your appearance. “My Lady, I cannot accept this. It is much too—”

“Enough. You have been my trusted and devoted handmaiden for some time. It is the least I can do to demonstrate my thanks. Now, I need you to go to the stables and run my horse.”

“Your horse?”

“Off you go!”

Without another word, she guided you out of her chambers before promptly closing the door.

You began weaving your way through the maze of corridors, feeling slightly absurd in your new garments. Despite your loyalty to Lady Charlie over the years, you were simply fulfilling your duties. You didn’t dare reject such a generous gift, but you were certainly unfit to wear such a precious item—even if it was a beautiful token of gratitude.

Lost in your thoughts, you entered the stables and flinched back in surprise when you nearly collided with Prince Dean.

“My apologies, Your Highness! Please forgive my carelessness.”

Prince Dean bowed slightly and winked at you. He wore a white linen tunic, whose deep neckline revealed an enticing glimpse of his chest. The crow’s feet that framed his emerald eyes were further etched into his skin by his bright smile.

“You are, of course, already forgiven. Is that a new cloak?”

“It is, My Lord. A gift from Lady Charlie.”

“It suits you well.”

“T-thank you, My Lord.”

You could feel the warmth rising in your cheeks from his compliment, making you turn from his unwavering gaze. You admired everything about the Prince and, on most occasions, it was difficult to conceal how you felt about him.

Aside from being the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon, he was also noble, charming, and kind. A courageous warrior, yet a fair and just leader. He cared deeply for the people of his kingdom, and treated every individual with grace and respect, regardless of their social class. You were sure that, one day, he would be a great king.

Alas, the very qualities you admired about him were precisely why the two of you would never be together. Despite the adoring gleam you sometimes imagined when he looked at you, he was the future King of Lebanon, and you were nothing more than a meager servant.

“Are you ready?” he inquired.

“My Lord?”

As Prince Dean strode away, you noticed two horses already saddled and waiting. His breathtaking chestnut companion tossed its head and whinnied as he approached. You watched as he greeted the stallion with a low and soothing voice, gently stroking its neck before he gathered the reins from the stable boy. When the Prince began making his way back, you realized the other horse was the dapple gray mare you had been instructed to exercise.

“How did you know I was to run Lady Charlie’s horse?”

He shrugged, but a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. “I know my sister well.”

Keeping the horses steady, he helped you clumsily mount before he climbed onto his own steed. The two of you departed from the stables, chatting with one another and nodding at townspeople as you trotted through the cobblestone streets of the kingdom. A few of his trusted knights followed close behind—their presence making you consider how difficult it must be for the Royal Family never to have any privacy.

As you passed through the gates, entering the rolling meadows just beyond the castle walls, the Prince halted and addressed his men.

“Leave us and stick to the perimeter. We shall return in an hour.” Once the knights had dispersed, he turned to you with a smile that aroused a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. “Care for a little friendly competition?”

Without a word, you smirked and snapped the reins to send your Lady’s horse into a gallop. His faint laughter faded until it was masked by the sound of another thunderous pair of hooves quickly approaching. Your cloak billowed behind you, whipping in the wind, much like the banners of Lebanon during a storm.

The two of you raced through the pastures, laughing and taunting one another for some time before the Prince finally slowed his horse. Following his lead, you prompted the mare to trot alongside him until you reached a wooded area.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he dismounted.

“There is a small stream ahead, just off of the path. The horses will need a drink before I best my sister’s steed and rider again.”

You scoffed, shaking your head in amusement as you carefully slid from your saddle. “We must get you to the physician when we return to the castle, My Lord. It would seem you are not well, for it was your horse who was bested—anyone with eyes would have seen that.”

He chuckled, leading the way down a mild slope as you guided the animals to the edge of the stream. “Fortunately for us, it seems it is your word against mine. What ruling do you suppose the court would come to?”

“And here I believed you to be a man of integrity,” you teased. “How nice it must be to have everything you want handed to you.”

While admiring the landscape, brimming with trees and shrubbery that skirted the brook, you patted the mare’s neck. A pleasant silence settled over the two of you, though you had anticipated the Prince retaliating with a clever remark of his own. You peeked at him over your shoulder, noting that he seemed preoccupied as he stared at the ground. As if he could sense your curious eyes, he looked up at you with a meaningful expression.

“I would argue I am not awarded everything I want…”

He gazed at you intently, closing the distance until his face was mere inches from your own. He slowly raised his hand, hovering just out of reach as he gauged your reaction. When you did not object, he gently traced his fingertips along your jaw.

“I find that difficult to believe,” you whispered, letting your eyes flutter closed.

Feeling the warmth of his calloused hand against your cheek, you instinctively leaned into his touch. He began rubbing his thumb back and forth along your cheekbone, coaxing you to look at him again. You heeded his silent request, finding his emerald eyes full of such longing that they seemed to pierce your very soul. He stole a glance at your lips, tentatively watching for any sign of protest as he bowed his head. Unable to resist the spellbinding force luring you toward him, you leaned forward until your lips finally met.

For such a hardy and powerful man, his kiss was surprisingly tender. His lips molded to yours, soft and unhurried. Your hands, unwittingly anchored on his broad chest, rose as he drew in a deep breath. You sighed in return, giving him the opportunity to explore your mouth with his eager tongue. Just as you began to feel breathless and weak from his impassioned touch, you pushed away from him and stumbled backward when a sudden wave of conflicting emotions swelled inside of you.

Prince Dean’s hand chased after you, lingering in the space you had occupied mere seconds ago. “I… My apologies if I was too forward.”

“No, My Lord, the mistake was mine. I should not have come all the way out here. It was careless and I will see myself back to the castle at once.”

As you rushed toward the horses, he sidestepped and planted himself in your path. “If that is what you wish, then I will happily escort you back. But, I must confess…I wish that you would stay.”

You gaped at him, knowing someone like him would surely never enjoy the company of someone like you. But as you searched his face for any hint of deceit, all you could find was sincerity behind his words. In truth, he seemed disheartened by the thought of you leaving.

“I can assure you that you did not take advantage. But we should not be here. If anyone were to see us—”

“Then let them see.”

“You are a prince! Not just any prince—the Crown Prince. The rightful heir to the Throne of Lebanon. One day you will be King and...” You trailed off, noticing his halfhearted smile.

“Are you simply listing my titles, or is there reason behind your speech?”

“You are royalty, My Lord. I am only a servant.”

He grew serious as he cradled your face in his hands. “You say that as if it is something shameful. If my sister had not been graced with you as her handmaiden, I might have lived my entire life without ever knowing you.”

When your trembling hand sought his chest, he captured it eagerly and clutched it to his heart. His words steadily chipped away at your resolve, but you maintained your feeble argument, knowing there could be consequences for both of you.

“The King would never allow you to be with the likes of me.”

“My father may have rule over the Kingdom, but that does not mean his word dictates my actions.”

“Does it not? He may be your father, but he is also the King. You know better than anyone that his word is law.”

He smiled fondly at you and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Perhaps some laws are meant to be mended.”

“What would you have us do? Meet in secret?” you asked quietly.

“If that would make you comfortable, for the time being. Lady Charlie has already proven to be a worthy ally.”

“You mean to say she helped arrange this?” You tilted your head with a furrowed brow.

“Though I wish I could accept a portion of the credit, the entire outing was her doing. I believe the words ‘coward’ and ‘dollophead’ were tossed around when she told me of her plan. It seems she was irritated that I had not yet acted on my affections,” he chuckled.

“Well, I suppose if My Lady insists…”

The Prince grinned, tangling one hand in your hair as he moved the other to your waist. You circled your arms around his shoulders as he hugged you close and kissed you once more.

“I will find a way for us to be together,” he murmured against your lips. “You have my word.”

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calaofnoldor · 3 years

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Hidden Gems Masterlist #1

a masterlist of the first hundred underrated fics i’ve uncovered for the hidden gems reblog challenge! for more, click here :)

1) Lust For Life [Sam x Reader] by @idabbleincrazy - What happens when you and Sam end up under Lust’s influence?

2) Lust For Life: Slaked [Sam x Reader] by @idabbleincrazy - Sam fully intends to keep his word once you get back to the bunker.

3) Trust You With My Heart - Chapter One [Dean x Reader] by @deanwinchesterswitch - Can Y/N finally let go of the past and entrust her heart to Dean?

4) Trust You With My Heart - Chapter Two [Dean x Reader] by @deanwinchesterswitch - Dean pleads his case. Can he convince Y/N that she means more to him than she ever realized?

5) True Love’s Kiss (pt. 8) [Sam x Reader] by @carryonmywaywardbucky - With the worst behind the kingdoms of Vabeth and Micarda, the focus can now shift to something vastly more happy. A royal wedding. Just a month after the defeat of Lucifer, Vabeth was abuzz with wedding preparations. You were grappling with leaving Micarda, but lucky for you you had an incredible prince by your side. A prince who was more than ready to make you a princess.

6) Say Something… Before I Give Up On U [Sam x Reader] by @moosewinchester

7) Liquid Courage [Dean x Reader] by @idreamofplaid - Dean has been keeping something to himself, but that’s nothing some strong whiskey can’t change.

8) Jessica [Sam x Reader] by @vinylackles - Your boyfriend Sam gets back what he needs most… and it’s the last thing you expected

9) Lifeline [Sam x Reader] by @oneshoeshort - The reader gets emotional knowing Sam is still alive after a gruesome hunt.

10) Breaking and Entering [Sam x Reader] by @watermelonlipstick - Someone breaks into your house during a case.

11) Take A Bow [Dean x Reader] by @wonder-cole

12) Never In A Million Years [Sam x Reader] by @kittenofdoomage

13) Distraction [Sam x Reader] by @aestheticallypleasingspnfiction - Just a super short and fluffy one shot for our dear moose.

14) Caught [Sam x Reader] by @watermelonlipstick - Sam and the reader are desperate to get some privacy from Dean on a case.

15) At Her Mercy [Sam x Reader] by @superbadassnatural - Sam and Y/N are hanging out in a bar for the night. Few drinks and one bold proposal are enough to make things escalate quickly.

16) Out of the Frying Pan [Dean x Reader] by @team-free-will-oneshots

17) Virgin [Sam x Reader] by @vinylackles - Your newest monster is hunting virgins and Sam isn’t about to let you be in danger ;)

18) Talk Dirty to Me [Sam x Reader] by @idabbleincrazy - Injured on a hunt, it’s up to Sam to distract you the best way you know how while he patches you up.

19) A Kiss Upon Your Shoulder [Sam x OFC] by @kickingitwithkirk

20) Confession [Sam x Reader] by @idreamofplaid - Sam has some things he needs to tell the reader. Maybe then he can make her understand how he feels.

21) The Dawn’s Aftermath [Sam x Reader] by @thinkinghardhardlythinking - Knight!Sam and the Queen!Reader face the aftermath of the Queen’s speech.

22) With My Whole Heart [Sam x Reader] by @carryonmywaywardcaptain

23) It’s Better This Way [Sam x Reader] by @cleighwrites - Sam does what he thinks is best, despite how you feel about it.

24) Please Don’t Be Mad at Me [Sam x Reader] by @coffee-obsessed-writer

25) Love Me Or Leave Me [Sam x Reader] by @princessmisery666 - Sam finds something on Y/N’s phone that makes him doubt their relationship.

26) Nothing Else Matters [Dean x Reader] by @waywardbaby - When the love of your life dies, you’ll do anything to find him again.

27) Save Yourself [Dean x Reader] by @muchamusedaboutnothing - Song fic inspired by “Save Yourself” by Kaleo.

28) Memory of a Kiss [Sam x Reader] by @katymacsupernatural - During a hunt you hit your head, losing your Memory. How will your fiancee, Sam, help you remember him?

29) We’ve Got Tonight [Dean x Reader] by @waywardbeanie - Dean goes to see his friend that he has flirted with for years before he and Sam go against Chuck. He is afraid he might not make it and wants to see Y/N on last time. They spend one last night together before they go their separate ways forever.

30) Beauty Out of Sorrow [Dean x Reader] by @deanwinchesterswitch - Has Dean gone too far this time? Can hope come from pain?

31) Sammy [Sam x Reader] by @girl-next-door-writes

32) Netflix and Cuddles [Sam x Reader] by @of-a-chaotic-mind - Forget Netflix and Chill, Reader is perfectly content with Netflix and Cuddles.

33) Death Sentence [Dean x Reader] by @flamencodiva - Dean always knew that anyone loving him would be put in danger.

34) Wait For Me [Dean x Reader] by @flamencodiva - Dean and the reader were always an off and on kind of thing. What Happens when Dean realizes he’s too late?

35) All In My Head [Sam] by @sams-sass - This is a fic told from Sam’s point of view through the Gadreel incident. Specifically, when Kevin dies and after he exits his body

36) Holding Tight [Sam x Reader] by @justagirlinafandomworld

37) Your Eyes Are Green [Dean x Reader] by @carryonmywaywardbucky - The reader had been an angel forever, one of the very first. The fall made them like many other angels, more human than they would like to be. Castiel brings them to the back bunker to reconnect with the Winchesters, and the first thing the reader notices are the color of their human love’s eyes.

38) The Only Thing That’s Real [Sam x Reader] by @idreamofplaid - The reader falls in love with Sam during his darkest time, and she’s willing to do anything to help him.

39) Lost and Found [Sam x Reader] by @thinkinghardhardlythinking - The repercussions of the uprising in the North make themselves felt.

40) Daddy Daughter Day [Bucky x Reader] by @carryonmywaywardbucky - Having a six month old is tiring, there’s no two ways about that. Bucky knows how exhausted you are, and sends you for a girls’ day with Pepper. He doesn’t expect to get called into a meeting at the tower, but when he does he has no choice but to bring your daughter with him.

41) Homecoming [Sam x Reader] by @fangirlxwritesx67

42) Hottest Lawyer in the State [Sam x Reader] by @fictionalabyss

43) Morning After [Sam x Reader] by @of-a-chaotic-mind - Dean had to listen to the Reader and Sam’s activities the night before so he makes sure to let them know.

44) This Is Crazy, Isn’t It? [Sam x Reader] by @katelynw93 - The trio enjoy a night out in Las Vegas. Things don’t go quite as expected.

45) She’s Like the Wind [Dean x Reader] by @waywardbaby - A recounting of a life with someone lost.

46) Fall For You [Sam x Reader] by @justagirlinafandomworld - You don’t always go flying through the air. But when you do, there is one Winchester who is always there to catch you. Or. A series of times you and Sam fell over each other. And Dean’s there.

47) Hold on to Me [Dean x Reader] by @supernatural-fangirl1967 - The reader has a nightmare and wakes up already having a panic attack. Dean wakes up and tries to help but gets worried because he thinks she’s gonna pass out because she can’t manage to calm down.

48) Yesterday [Dean x Reader] by @winchest09 - Yesterday, everything was how it should be. Yesterday, Dean was in his happy place. Yesterday, everything changed.

49) Storm Chasing [Dean x Reader] by @deanwanddamons - Dean agrees to indulge Y/N in her passion, even though it’s not something he would normally do.

50) Now and Then [Sam x Reader] by @girl-next-door-writes - The death of a relationship is never an easy thing but sometimes it’s for the best.

51) Truly [Sam x Reader] by @peridottea91 - A salt and burn in Colorado takes a wrong turn, and you find yourself in a deadly situation with your greatest secret revealed.

52) Clingy [Sam x Reader] by @vinylackles - Sam accidentally touches a cursed crystal in the archives that makes him extra clingy, and you can’t decide if you love it or if you’re gonna kill him in the next 24 hours.

53) The Mrs. - Part One [Sam x Reader] by @supernatural-imagine-oneshot - You’re a long time hunting partner of the Winchesters; to Dean you’re a best friend, and to Sam you’re just a friend. But oh how you wish you could be more. When a hunt comes up and Sam needs you to play his wife, you reluctantly agree. Now Dean is playing your fairy godmother and you’re starting to think you might just end up winning Sam’s heart.

54) The Mrs. - Part Two [Sam x Reader] by @supernatural-imagine-oneshot - The day of the exhibition is finally here! You’re nervous, and anxious, and for some strange reason, excited. Of course you become less excited as the time for the hunt nears and you realize you’re an embarrassing girl who is going to have a hard time keeping her crush a secret.

55) The Mrs. - Part Three [Sam x Reader] by @supernatural-imagine-oneshot - It’s time to walk into the exhibit and steal the Rod of Akubuku. You get to meet the old woman who’d set her eyes on your fake husband, and find yourself a little possessive. After a whole lot of acting, you and Sam work hard to get the rod home safely.

56) Running From Love [Dean x Reader] by @acreativelydifferentlove - You ran from Dean after a night of passion, certain that he wouldn’t return your feelings. What happens when he finds you? Will you admit your feelings? Will he?

57) When You’re Not a Morning Person, But Sam Loves You Anyway [Sam x Reader] by @stusbunker - Just a fluffy day with Sam away from the bunker and Dean.

58) The Hunter With the Dragon Tattoo [Dean x Reader] by @watermelonlipstick - Dean is surprised to discover the reader has tattoos.

59) Make a Mess [Sam x Reader] by @squigglylinesdotthei

60) Reason and Repercussion [Sam x Reader] by @thinkinghardhardlythinking - Sir Samuel returns to the Castle.

61) Why Don’t You Stay [Dean x Reader] by @deanwinchesterswitch - A longing to be needed. A light in the darkness.

62) Carry On [Sam x Reader] by @hoboal87 - One year after defeating Chuck, Sam and Dean are still hunting, but you’ve quit the life. When the boys take a vacation that quickly turns into a hunt, none of you expect it to change your lives forever.

63) Go With Grace [Dean x Reader] by @my-proof-is-you - Based on the song, “My Tears Ricochet” by Taylor Swift

64) Amazed [Sam x Reader] by @sams-sass - Times when Sam is amazed by you.

65) Take Me Home [Sam x Reader] by @katymacsupernatural - Your hurt on a hunt, and you ask Sam to take you home.

66) Let’s Make It Last [Dean x Reader] by @deanwinchesterswitch - A longing to be needed. A light in the darkness. Confessions of love.

67) Scent Of You [Dean x Reader] by @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname - Dean has a cold.

68) It Was You (Part Two) [Jensen x Reader] by @jerkbitchidjitassbutt - Jensen and Y/n are childhood best friends. When his agent informs him that his image could use some improvement for a role, will she help him? Or will her feelings get in the way?

69) We Are Gemini [Cass x Reader x Eddie] by @idabbleincrazy - Begin a journey of self-discovery and acceptance in the Golden Age of Hollywood. After spending a few months letting the press think Cass is your boyfriend (at the behest of your agent), Cass introduces you to his best friend, and a life you never imagined possible. Can you succumb to their turbulent lifestyle without ruining your chances to make it to the top of the call sheets?

70) The Fear That Remains [Dean x Reader] by @stusbunker

71) Bump on the Road [Sam x Reader] by @anathewierdo - Y/N discovers she’s pregnant.

72) She’s My Whip [Sam x Reader] by @kickingitwithkirk

73) I Have You [Sam x Reader] by @zombitch-cas - You lost your best friend a year ago and Sam is helping you.

74) Meet Me on the Back Lot - Pt. 5 [Jensen x Reader] by @my-proof-is-you - As a new actress on Supernatural, you were trying to find your place within the cast and doing your best to stay professional. You couldn’t help but notice, though, your very attractive costar and director, Jensen. Not that he’d even notice you. He was way out of your league.Little do you know, Jensen is just doing his best to stay professional, which is proving harder and harder as time goes on.

75) Care Free [Benny x Reader] by @becs-bunker

76) Distraction [Sam x Reader] by @watermelonlipstick - A misstep during a case requires a distraction and some quick thinking.

77) Love At First Break [Sam x Reader] by @wonder-cole

78) The Masquerade (3) One Step Forward [Sam x Reader] by @allys-creative-bubble - To the outside world the Winchesters are just running an MNC and are really good people. Only few people know what they actually do and reader is one of them. Who also happens to work for FBI and go undercover to investigate them. Things went well until until she stated to fall for the younger Winchester.

79) The Gift - Reflection [Dean x Reader] by @lettersofwrittencollective - You take a moment to reflect on some of the time you’ve spent with your mate as you’re heavy with more pups to come.

80) Perfectly Imperfect [Pietro x Reader] by @carryonmywaywardbucky - Having been undercover in Prague for months with little to no contact with the team, you were understandably shaken up upon your arrival back at Avengers Compound. After what you had gone through nobody expected anything from you. Pietro had glued himself to your side the second you got back and would not let you, even for a second, slip away from him. Physically or mentally.

81) Searching for You [Sam x Reader] by @lifeisdabubbles-undersalmondean - Sam chases a hunt hoping to escape his grief and ends up finding some relief instead.

82) The Blues [Sam x Reader] by @justagirlinafandomworld

83) Iridescent Woman [Sam x Reader] by @peridottea91 - This is the story of you and Sam, and how over the years he viewed you as the most beautiful person in the world.

84) Without Me [Sam x Reader] by @stusbunker

85) Septic [Dean x Reader] by @watermelonlipstick - Unable to go to a hospital for fear of getting trapped by Leviathans, Dean tries his best to manage the reader’s worsening infection and fever.

86) The Fear [Dean x Reader] by @hoboal87 - Dean comes home to find Y/N missing.

87) Silent Night [Dean x Reader] by @peridottea91

88) Dean’s Other Other Cell [Dean x Reader] by @downanddirtydean - You miss Dean’s voice, so you give him a call.

89) Green-Eyed Monster [Dean x Reader] by @jensengirl83 - Dean has feeling for the reader and has kept them to his self. Will he be able to control the jealousy when AU Dean is flirting with the reader?

90) I’m Not Clean [Sam x Reader] by @kickingitwithkirk

91) Driving By Your House [Dean x Reader] by @dreaming-about-fanfictions - Dean visits a town where memories of you haunt him.

92) But Why Me? - Ch. 5 [Jensen x Reader x Jared] by @my-proof-is-you - When you went with a friend to a Supernatural convention, you never expected to meet the stars of the show, let alone catch their eye…Both Jared and Jensen show interest in you, and you can’t help but be interested in them. But who will you choose? You never want to get in the way of their friendship.

93) Anytime [Sam x Reader] by @soaringeag1e - Based off the song Anytime by Brian Mcknight

94) Dream Car [Dean x Reader] by @carryonmywaywardbucky - Dean is used to absolutely nobody besides Bobby working on the cars at Singer Auto. When he sees someone that’s clearly not Bobby tinkering beneath a car he’s never seen, he’s understandably intrigued. He becomes even more intrigued, however, when you slide out from under the car.

95) Something You Don’t Know [Sam x Reader] by @risingphoenix761

96) Something Special [Dean x Reader] by @themoonandotherslikeit

97) The Crumbling Difference Between Wrong and Right [Sam x Reader] by @stusbunker - Sam looks back over their time together only to find more questions than answers.

98) Hear Me - Part 1 [Sam x Reader] by @my-proof-is-you - He was considerate. You didn’t see that a lot in the food service industry, to say the least. Especially when you’re deaf. You never let your inability to hear slow you down, though, and you never would. Luckily the man you met didn’t think of you as any less either. Now you want to set out to find the thing that did this to you and took away everyone you love. With the help of the Winchester brothers, you just might.

99) The Best Worst Day Ever [Dean x Reader] by @downanddirtydean - You’re having a really bad day, in part thanks to Dean, but he’s also the one who turns it around.

100) The Meadow [Sam x Reader] by @kickingitwithkirk

>>> part 2

#hidden gems reblog challenge #hidden gems masterlist #hidden gems of tumblr #fic rec #fic rec list #series rec #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #jensen ackles x reader #spn #spn rpf #marvel #fanfiction #text

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thewitchofbooks · 4 years

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𝕆𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Hello! From now on, i’ll put my fanfics and art in a masterlist, because i want everything organized, haha! Please, do not repost, only reblog! Thank you for reading~

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝔂𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓽𝓮 𝓓𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓖𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

✾ ”The perfect punishment” {x fem. reader} Smut, Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓪𝓬 𝓝𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓸𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾ Isaac Drawing/Sketch1

𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓭’𝓐𝓻𝓬~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓸 𝓓𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓝𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓞𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓾 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓾𝓼 𝓥𝓪𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓰𝓱~

FanFic:

✾ ”Damn you, hondje” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓥𝓪𝓷 𝓖𝓸𝓰𝓱~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮~

FanFic:

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓽~

FanFic:

✾ ”And why would i be jealous of you?” {x fem. reader} Fluff

✾ Vincent, Mozart, Napoleon, Shakespeare and Arthur reacting to amazing actress S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

✾.

𝓥𝓵𝓪𝓭~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓙𝓸𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓷 𝓖𝓮𝓸𝓻𝓰 𝓕𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓷~

FanFic:

✾.

Art:

✾.

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:

𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬 𝓛𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓓𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 “𝓓𝓾𝓶” 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

❁ Dalim Headcanons {x fem reader} Smut, Fluff

❁ Dalim/Dean taking care of sick S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮~

FanFic:

❁ Dalim/Dean taking care of sick S/O {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁.

𝓔𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽~

FanFic:

♥ ”Being lazy and in love is the best about dating” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

♥ Edgar Bright Drawing/Sketch1

𝓕𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓲𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓭𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓭~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁ Harr Silver Sketch1

𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓱 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥ Jonah Clemence&Pine {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence2 {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence3 {not the best}

♥ Jonah Clemence clock image

♥ Jonah Clemence5 {not the best}

𝓚𝔂𝓵𝓮 𝓐𝓼𝓱~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

𝓛𝓸𝓴𝓲 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓪~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓪 𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓜𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓐𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓼~

FanFic:

❁.

Art:

❁.

𝓞𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽~

FanFic:

❁ ”A start of something new” {x fem. reader} Fluff

❁ ”Mission:Accomplished” {x fem. reader} Fluff, A Bit Angsty

❁ ”To the silly happy-go-lucky girl” {x fem. reader} Fluff

Art:

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch1

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch2

❁ Oliver Knight Sketch3

𝓡𝓪𝔂 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓢𝓮𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝔂𝓭𝓮~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓞𝓼𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓭~

FanFic:

♠.

Art:

♠.

𝓩𝓮𝓻𝓸~

FanFic:

♥.

Art:

♥.

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𝕴𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊:

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓾𝓻~

FanFic:

♚Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ “Morning kiss” {x reader} fluff

Art:

♚ Happy Birthday Leon sketch

𝓨𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓚𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓛𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓽 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓙𝓲𝓷 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓽~

FanFic:

♚ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♚ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♚ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♚.

𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓵~

FanFic:

♕ “5 times Clavis helped Chevalier and 1 where he realised that he didn’t have to do anything at all.” Part 1 {x fem. reader} Fluff

♕ ”Waking Up” {x gender neutral reader} Fluff

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕ “Learning Progress”{x fem reader} Smut, nsfw

♕ “Arranged Meeting”{x fem. Princess reader} Fluff

♕ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ The Enchantress’s curse (longfic) {x fem. reader} Fluff, later nsfw, angst with happy ending. (Intro and summary), (chapter 1).

♕"Christmas delight"{x g.n. reader} fluff

Art:

♕.

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱~

FanFic:

♕ ”Just Another Day” {x fem. reader} Fluff

♕ ”Please, forgive me” {x fem. reader} Fluff, Smut, Crack

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Reactions to a tsundere Mc (Chevalier, Leon, Yves and Clavis) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ “Hallway fun” {x (fem.) reader} smut, nsfw

♕ “Heartfelt feelings” {x fem. reader} fluff

♕ “To break you apart” {x fem. reader} smut, angst, open ending

♕ Clavis Lelouch x g.n. Reader smut

♕ Kinktober Day 2 (Clavis Lelouch) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♕.

𝓝𝓸𝓴𝓽𝓸 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷~

FanFic:

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ “Icy night” {x (fem.) reader} Smut. nsfw

♕ “Time to ourselves” {x g.n. reader} fluff, soft suggestive tones

Art:

♕.

𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓹𝓱~

FanFic:

♕ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♕ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♕ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♕.

𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓝𝓸𝓲𝓻~

FanFic:

♖ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♖ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♖ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♖.

𝓡𝓲𝓸 𝓞𝓻𝓽𝓲𝔃~

FanFic:

♞ Family Headcanons (all the characters) {x reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

♞ Modern Day AU Headcanons (all characters) sfw

♞ Amazing cooker/baker S/O Headcanons (all the characters) {x g.n. reader} Fluff, Crack-ish

Art:

♞.

𝓖𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓽 𝓥𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 1 (Gilbert Von Obsidian) {x g.n. reader} smut (2021)

♛ Sinful Desire (Gilbert Von Obsidian) {× fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♛ Sketch1

♛ Sketch2, nsfw

𝓚𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 4 (Keith Howell) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

Art:

♛.

𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓸 𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓬𝓲~

FanFic:

♛ Kinktober Day 3 (Silvio Ricci) {x fem. reader} smut (2021)

♛A night to drown in you (Silvio Ricci) {× fem. reader} smut (2021)

♛.

Art:

♛.

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First Celebration , 150+ followers! I will be accepting requests with the prompts for a month or so, but the prompts will be up for those interested in them. The normal requests are always open and i’ll finish those i have in my inbox!

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Classic Heavy x OnPeriod!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Period Horniness Mixed With Boredom and a Busy Boyfriend?

Notes:

Please let me know if I haven't used AFAB correctly! I just didn't want to back y’all into too small a corner. So, this is meant to be ‘Reader who gets periods’. Could be a cis female, transitioning trans female, gender-neutral or agender person with a vagina, etc. Just, provided you have a vagina.

I know he isn't on the list but I wanted to try someone new! I don't play TF2 but I’ve read what there is of the comics! I loved them! ^^

Plot: So...

You decided that it was a good idea to sext Chevy.

Warnings: SMUT (Penis in Vagina). Period sex (He licks it once but that’s it in the way of blood to mouth), dirty talk, Daddy kink, dirty names, etc. *Cough* Creampie also. Lets hope videogame characters cant procreate or contract STD’s. I meant for it to be nasty smut, but due to my lack of experience and fluff brain I dunno if it actually is 😅 So beware.

~~~

As you are bored out of your mind and reading smuts (Dean Winchester. Beetlejuice. Herman Carter. Oh boy), causing your libido to get even more aggressive in your current hormonal state, you shrink down further into the couch cushions and groan from pain.

Not from cramps; You don’t get them as bad as others anymore, thank god (And besides, you have a hot water bottle underwear your shirt and the top of your sweats), but from the fact that your very huge, very hot and very lusty boyfriend is stuck in a meeting elsewhere!! Pouting, you drop your phone onto your chest and drop your head to the side, staring at the ceiling.

You sigh.

Ross, on the other couch across from you, rolls his head to the side and puts down his magazine to raise his bushy brows at you. “What is yer problem??”

“Hm,” You sigh again. “Nothing... “

As Ross looks back at his Lifestyle you get an idea, a cheeky smile slowly skidding across your lips as you peak down at your phone on your chest. Ooooh... Snatching up the phone, you open up Chevy’s message tab and start tapping out a text. “Heheh... “

You: Hey Chev. If you could do anything to me and I h a d to say yes, what would you do?

Then quickly you turn off the phone and set it back in its place screen down on your chest. You wonder, what would he say if he responded? What would you really agree to?

... actually lets not wonder that. We may scare ourselves. Lets just say; Much.

A few minutes later your phone buzzes and you take a moment, calming your nerves and your excitement before you pick it up and open the messages again.

Chevy: Ohhh, I wouldn’t go there sweet bottom. Very, very busy right now.

Chewing on your thumb nail, you grin broadly at the screen and wonder even more what he’s thinking.

You: What should I do while I wait for you then? If you’re so busy I’ll be so wet when you get here...

You: Already am pretty soaked actually. I tried to handle it myself. . .

Okay, this is the great thing about Chevy, realise. You can say whatever you like, sex-wise, and you wont ever be embarrassed. Because you know he’s always up to fuck, and he’s usually thinking about it first.

Chevy: Oh, are you just teasing me or are you gonna send proof? This is a dangerous game your playing princess/prince.

Oh dear. You cant send proof! How can you deflect this? “Ahh... “ Thinking as you look around the room, muttering in a panic ‘Um. Um. Um. Um-’, “OH!” You hop up from the couch and duck behind it, pull the front of your shirt forward and quickly snap a picture of your chest, before fixing your clothes and jumping back onto the couch, laying on your back again. Cheeks rosy from the adrenaline. Ross looks confused at you, nose scrunched up and beard askew, but you just waive him off and send the picture. You don’t type anything this time.

“Squirrely... “ Ross mutters in annoyance, shaking his head back at his reading material.

Your phone buzzes again and you try to keep a straight face as you read the block of text, and watch the attachment, the bottom half of your face hidden comfortably behind the collar of your shirt to hide your frazzled-ness.

Chevy: Baby, you know that’s not what I meant... But look what its done to me. Devil person.

*Chevy Attached: A video of his lap shifting, and there’s a slight bulge in his black pants.

Eyes wide at the video he must’ve taken on the sly under the table, of his gently growing prominence, as he shifts to get more comfortable with it. Its just enough movement for you to imagine it thrusting onto your aching section and it makes you hide even more of your face under your shirt. “Jesus... “ This may have been a bad idea.

Bad I cant stop.

You: I love that

Chevy: I know

*Chevy Attached: A picture of his grinning face from below, looking off assumedly to the slideshow or whatever they’re being shown in that meeting.

Why is that cocky, mischievous look on his face, which some (Including yourself sometimes) would call an asshole look, hotter then the outline of his huge, ever loving cock?? It just doesn't add up!

This is becoming a cruel, and unusual form of torture. You’ve never tried sexting before today, and you regret it.

Ohhh, god. You wish he was here! Closing your eyes for a moment and furrowing your eyebrows from frustration and longing, you shamelessly imagine how Chev would lead you to the nearest empty room with a door (Any room. Laundry? Kitchen? Your room? His? Someone else's?? It wouldn’t matter to him, and by the time he got your favourite weapon of his out you wouldn't either. At least, that’s the way things were the last time you checked.) push your body against the wall and thrust his cock deep into you as he plays torturously with your front with his huge hands...

And it wouldn't be hard. You’re already totally slick, with blood and slick.

Oh, god. You love that he’s there for period sex.

As you imagined, you had let your head fall to the side slowly relaxing. And, as you imagined further, fantasising about your orgasm building up and feeling your pussy ache for pressure in real life you start to hear h e a v y footsteps coming towards this room in the hall.

Just as you realise that your knight in shining cargo has come you snap your eyes open and there that man is, standing behind the couch above you, jaw taught. You cant see his lower section due to the back of the couch obscuring your view but a broad grin rips across your lips anyway at the speediness of his arrival and the forcefulness - in other words, desperation, - in his face. You immediately, kind of hilariously, yank out the hot water bottle from your clothes. “Well, hi there!- Oh,”

He just leans down, fixes his ginormous, manly hands around your waist and plucks you off the couch with ease, literally throwing you over his shoulder - your ass by his head, - and starts walking with just as much force as he came towards the exit. Oh, here we go...

Your pussy sings at the pressure of his broad shoulder pressing against it, and bumping against it as he walks, and you would be embarrassed by that but instead you just promise it that its going to get its real treat, real soon.

“Baby girl/boy, you’ve been a real, desperate, whore.” Cheavy growls out as he finds a room and turns on his heel, getting you both inside and kicking the door hard closed. You take that as a sign of how hard he’s about to fuck you, tingling with excitement. He lifts you off his shoulder and plops you down on the washing machine - or dryer? You don’t know. You just know its on, and its sending delicious vibrations through your core, - making you moan at the sudden, total attention to your cunt. But you’re also occupied sitting still, caught in his stern, smirking expression. “I really shouldn't reward you for behaviour like that, kid.”

Knitting your eyebrows together and shifting forward on the machine, opening your legs so he can nestle himself between them and running your hands around his neck so you can guide him forward you whine. Simping. “You don’t want to leave either, though, do you... ?” You smirk slyly.

“Right.” He smirks back, even more mischievously then you. It makes you wonder, and your pussy yearn. “That’s why I’m doing this for me.” One of those hands, your favourite hands in the entire world (Well apart from that of those who fight for minorities rights every day *Sit com wink into the camera*. ) moves between the two and latches onto your mound, making you jolt forwards into it as he cups and massages it. His hand perfectly cups it, too. Palm big enough to press against the lips, thumb strong enough at the top to rub up and down the top and the rest of his fingers just warm it all up. “Are you gonna be an obedient, disgusting little cock sleeve?” Caught in his gaze, and almost too turned on to respond, you stay still for a moment, thighs just clamping around his hand.

Almost.

Quickly, when he stops his movements on your core you nod fervently. “Yes! Yes, I am.”

“Hmmm?” He tilts his head, looking down as he unbuttons your jeans and makes your breath hitch as dips a thick finger past your underwear, into you and immediately takes it up again to his lips to taste, smirking at your stupefied expression. Blood... he just... tasted... your... He does this every time you two engage in period sex, just to see this reaction from you but you never get used to it. How does he do it?? “What do you call me when I fuck you, Y/N?”

You break yourself out of the moment, getting back to reality. “D-Daddy. Sorry. Sorry, Daddy... “

“That’s right, baby doll. I’m your Daddy, and you are... ?”

“Your amenable, disgusting little whore.” You respond obediently, like a student... yeah. A student right out of a porn video.

“Correct, now... Undo my pants now, wild cat. Somethings just begging for your aching, pretty cunt.” All too happy to do so, your hands dive down - well, not without feeling his chest up on your way down which is made so much easier as he’s just wearing a normal t-shirt instead of chest armour, - and wolfishly unzip and push down his trousers, revealing a fully, entirely enlarged and throbbing penis hidden behind worn cotton boxers. You chew on your lips as you go to pull down those, too, but Chevy chuckles and and gathers your eager hands in one his, reclaiming control that he never really lost. “Oh, not yet. I told you this was for me, didn't I?- “

“When are our carnal relations ever any different, Chev?” You ask, scrunching up your nose cheekily. Then, “Ah,”, remembering your place for the moment, you correct yourself carefully. But, you still smirk. “I mean... Daddy.”

“Get on your knees and use your mouth. You are so good at that- your best quality, really.”

Scrunching up your nose at his snark this time, scowling, you do as he says anyway hopping off the machine and coming face-to-dick.

Because you are a whore.

In this moment, at least.

And, besides; You are really, really good at this. If you do say so yourself. if you do it just right, his animal instincts will completely take over and he’ll really use you. He steps closer, feet on either side of your thighs making you crane your neck to not be motorboating his freaken balls. Pulling down his boxers, finally completely exposing his, admittedly perfect - for you, - , genitalia and sigh as you get to wrap both your hands around the girth. Its so thick. God, you love it.

I would love it a heck of a lot more if it was nailing me into the tiles right now instead of nearly poking my eye out... but there are ways we can make that happen.

Moaning, like you’re taking the first bite of a really good sandwich you take as much of his hot, leaking cock between your lips and your hot mouth. Immediately one of his hands cups the back of your head and firmly pushes you further, the girth disappearing into you until hair tickles your nose. You can only imagine how you look... and it kind of turns you on even more.

“You are the best cocksleeve, sweet’eart... “ He says, voice not betraying anything so far. You can change that.

Utilising the tip of your tongue, you begin to stroke the the bottom, all along it to the tip and you suck - gently at first, - and slipping your lips along the shaft over and over, like you’re eating an icy poll. Its a slick, spit sheening mess by the time he’s literally spilling spurts of cum into your mouth and chin, which you wipe off. Not a full orgasm, but enough to grant you what you really want. And damn, is it hot.

As you slip off of his head again, licking up the creamy substance from the very tip, guided back by his hands in your hair gently but authoritatively he lets out a loud growl at the pleasure you give him. “... Tell me, who’s your Daddy?”

You just innocently lean forward and nuzzle his thighs in response, making him shudder and get down to the floor with you. Frustratedly, like this has to happen right fucking now, Chevy lays you on your back on the cold floor and straddles you after tugging down your pants and your underwear, and shoves himself fully in you all at once.

Its an easy fit, spearing into your searing, red, mess of a hole like it can only be one time of the month and when you have sex with Chevy. He grunts, and starts absolutely thundering into you over and over, like you’re the best feeling cunt he’s every experienced. You believe it. And, because of the way he makes you feel with that gorgeous, stone-hard cock of his you hope it is really true.

The sounds that it causes you to make are completely pornographic, and can absolutely be heard outside the room. The strength he uses to pound your dripping pussy both presses your bare ass into the cold tiles of the floor and pushes you up across the ground, and you whine. So hard... “Oh my god, oh my god!!” You cant help how your legs spread as wide as possible at the thighs but your ankles press tightly to his back. You arch your back to meet him, listening to the squish sounds that come out of you and his growly, fast breathing. “So good, Chevy!!”

“What.” He says quickly, wrapping his hands around your waist to keep you still and not sliding up the floor- so his hits find their target every time with an agonising strength. Pounding your pussy in a way you wish wouldn't stop.

Pushing his chest up so you can relocate, and get a different position, making him sit and you straddle his waist, hands up his shirt and fingers spreading across his hairy chest. “I meant Daddy.”

“Yes you fucking did.”

He always gets so cranky when he’s close to blowing.

Its not a bad thing, cranky is sexy on him- provided his penis is shoved inside you.

Grinding in his lap now, you do much of the grunt work, until he cant take your torment this time and takes your waist in his hands again, lifting you and jamming you back down on his rod over and over again, until he explodes cum inside you.

The outburst fills you up completely, the funk dripping out from between your walls and around his base, dripping on the floor pink from your period causing you to see stars come too, a moment later as he slams you down on his manhood once more.

Catching your breathes, you two stay sitting there like that, letting your shared fluid ooze out of you from around him, until his cock softens totally in you. When that’s done, he lifts your body off his and sets you down on the ground away from the puddle you two made. Your legs feel shaky, your breath is hard to catch, and your pussy feels battered.

This was a good session.

Chevy seems to think so too, as he grins and picks you up again, sitting you sideways, carefully on lap. “Oh, did I do well, Daddy?” You blink innocently, happy to keep playing the game but tired.

“Mhm. As always. You’ve got the perfect cunt, baby girl/boy.”

You look up, waiting for a kiss. “Oh, hope so.” Your lips meet, finally, tongues playing together gentle. You exchange long, open mouthed kisses with each other for a while after your session, making out lazily and dining on each others tastes as desert.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 3 years

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Make Way For The New

Pairing: Abaddon x Demon!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: demon!reader, minor angst, minor fluff

Summary: You enjoyed your time on Earth, but you love being a demon just a little bit more. You have a new life, and if you’re going to continue to love it, you need to get rid of your biggest obstacles... the Winchesters.

Fandom: Supernatural

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Author’s Note: Yes, there will be another part. Maybe a third depending if you guys want it. This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!

There are two sides to you: the past and the present.

Before, you did everything with the Winchesters. You met them when your life was at stake because a dragon captured you to eat. Yes, you were a virgin back then, but you quickly corrected that issue to prevent that mistake from happening again (or, that’s what you tell yourself). In reality, Dean was just too magnetic to stay away from.

Working with the Winchesters led to some really fun nights and some of the lowest lows you’ve ever seen yourself in. You three trusted each other with your life, always taking risks that the others wouldn’t. You used to put others before yourself all the time. It didn't matter if you know them or not. To you, everyone’s lives were worth more than yours… it’s why you and Dean got along so well.

You two became closer after you two had sex, even if it was the only time it happened. You’ve flirted with him almost every day, and there have been times when you two would make out, but it never went beyond that. It was just easier to sleep with someone you met in a bar and forget they existed the very next day. It was harder to do that with Dean since you lived with him.

Working with them was fine in the beginning, but the more hunts you went on, the more you realized how much you wanted a family. You’re always saving families and watching them reunite, and you long for one of your own. Dean tended to remind you that he and Sam were your family, and while that was true, you really wanted kids and to build one from the ground up.

It’s why you went your separate ways.

Sam and Dean wanted to continue to hunt, and you really wanted a family. That didn’t mean you weren't going to help if needed, you just weren't going to pick up a gun for them anymore. Whatever they needed, you helped from the comfort of your home. You kept in touch with them every day, told them about the men you were dating, and got so excited when one relationship lasted more than four months. They supported you from the Bunker, and you supported them from your apartment on the other side of the country. The only problem was that something was always dragging you back into hunting whether that would be a monster in your hometown, Sam and Dean needing your help on a hunt since they didn’t know anyone else, or whatever it was.

You got sick and tired of bailing on your boyfriends because you had to fight some monster. It wasn’t fair to them and it wasn’t fair to you. You ended up doing something you never thought you, as a hunter, would do. The need for wanting a family overcame the voice inside your head telling you not to do it. Of course, you never told Sam or Dean what you did… in fact, they hardly ever needed you for hunting after you did what you did.

You sold your soul for the apple pie life. Ten years being happy with a family is better than a lifetime of hunting monsters and never getting anywhere.

However, before you could get what you want, you died because you were in an accident. Now, you don’t know if it was some douchebag demon cashing in on souls early or if it was truly an accident, but it didn't matter because you went to Hell.

At first, it was torture getting tortured on the rack. It felt like a century being on there, but only a few years had passed. You’re used to getting a lot of pain from hunting with the Winchesters, but you’ve never experienced pain like that before.

You broke sooner than you hoped you would.

Instead of being tortured, you decided to do the torturing. It was nice to cut into skin that wasn’t yours. You knew Dean had gone to hell and was an excellent torturer, but you were better. You actually came up with ways that haven't even been invented yet. Everyone in Hell feared you, was scared when your name came into conversation. You got so good at torturing that anyone who was refusing to talk, did when they heard you were coming in.

After a few centuries of bringing the worst pain unto anyone that dare get in your way, you were promoted to a crossroad demon. It wasn’t as fancy as torturing souls, but you did get to see Earth. If you missed anything while you were human, it was being on Earth. Hell is great, but an argument can be made for Earth being a bit better.

After doing a few years being topside, you were a free demon, able to jump between Hell and Earth whenever you pleased. Crowley really wanted you to grab demons who were misbehaving and bring them back to him (injured or not), but you managed to slip into your old days of going to bars and picking up men.

Along the way, you met an equally scary demon, Abaddon. The only difference is that she is a Knight of Hell, and you’re not. You’ve never really clicked with anyone since going to Hell, but you did click with her. She never cared for other demons as her only goal was to overrun Crowley and become Queen of Hell, but you she cared for. There is something about you that taps into her emotions like no other.

You two became the dynamic duo, never going anywhere without the other. Whoever got in her way got in yours, and vice versa. There is nothing you two don’t do together, and that includes going to Earth to enjoy human things. You even traveled the world to see what you couldn’t when you were human.

The bar you two are in is lively with chatter, laughter, and all around good energy. You’ve been a demon for way too long, so you actually miss things like this. Abaddon is in one of her better moods which is why she agreed to something like this. The waiter just brought over your fourth round, and you take your glass to clink to hers.

“To us,” you grin.

“To us,” she smiles widely.

You down the shot, feeling no effect whatsoever. When done, you lean in and kiss her tenderly, glad to be by her side. It’s not every day that you can do this with her, so you’re cherishing each second until you have to go back to work. Your assignment: the Winchesters. But, more on that later.

“You know, I’ve never really understood Princes and Knights of Hell. Do you have wings?” you ask, staring at her in adoration.

“No, dear,” she chuckles. She cups your cheek with her right hand and rubs your cheekbone with her thumb. “That’s angels.”

You bite her thumb gently, and she pulls away with a smirk. She is about to suggest something else to do that’s way better than sitting in this dingy bar, but her phone rings. She’s still getting used to cell phones, but she answers it, nonetheless. You don’t know who is on the other line, but by the looks of her face, it’s not good news.

“What happened?” you ask once she hangs up.

“It’s those damn Winchesters… always getting in the way,” she growls. “They just won’t quit.”

You get an idea, suddenly, you and just smirk at the thought of it.

“You know, I used to work with them when I was human. Apparently, we worked pretty well together. I can make them stop… for good.”

“How?” she asks, intrigued.

All you can do is smile widely as the wicked thoughts enter your mind.

Sam and Dean have yet to find Abaddon and kill her before she takes over Hell and becomes Queen. They’re not getting any closer, and the Mark on Dean’s arm is itching for something more… powerful than mindless demons and monsters. Dean slams his bag on the library table with a frustrated huff.

“We’ll get her, Dean.”

“Yeah, when?”

Dean’s phone rings, and he stares at the strange yet familiar name. It takes a few seconds, but it clicks in his mind that it’s you… after all this time.

“It’s Y/N,” Dean gasps.

“She’s alive?” Sam asks, just as shocked.

Dean answers the phone and puts you on speakerphone so that Sam can hear.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“Hi Dean. Long time no… talk,” you chuckle, keeping up the innocent facade they know you to have,

“Where the hell have you been? We thought you were missing or dead!”

“I’ve actually never felt better. I needed time for myself, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was going away.”

“It’s been years, Y/N. That’s a little long for just ‘going away’. Where did you go?”

“Doesn’t matter. What matters is that I know how to find Abaddon,” you grin and wink at Abaddon herself.

“What did you just say?”

“I heard down the chain of command you’re looking for her. She’s not far from where you are, actually. We can sit here and talk about how I know where she is and all that or you can come meet me and help me trap her. I heard you have the Mark which means you have the First Blade… you can kill her.”

“Where are you?”

“Believe it or not, Wichita, Kansas. She’s always been close just watching you. It’s why you can never find her.”

“Alright, we’re on our way.”

“Okay, drive safe,” you say sweetly.

As soon as you hang up the phone, you lose the sweet facade and give Abaddon a smirk.

“You want them to stop following you? You have to take out Sam first. Dean will be so hell bent on getting revenge, and that’s when we can use the Mark against him.”

“You’re so bad,” she grins and pulls you in by the waist.

“I know,” you chuckle.

You meet her halfway and kiss her, excited to use your skills on your old life… flushing out whatever good that used to be inside you.

Sam and Dean make it to Wichita in less than two hours, meeting you at the local bar. You told Abaddon to hide and wait for your signal. You dressed how you used to so that the brothers wouldn't suspect anything was wrong. If you want them to trust you after being gone for so long, then you really have to act the part.

“Sam! Dean!” you gasp with a smile, rushing over to them in excitement.

“It’s been too long, Y/L/N,” Dean chuckles and gives you a hug.

You remember what it’s like being in these arms, but you want to know what it’s like to watch his blood spill over them. Sam is next, and you silently size him up. You may be a badass demon, but they have been doing this a long time. If you’re going to get rid of them, then you have to be smart about this.

“Is she still here?” Sam asks when you pull away from him.

“Yeah. On the outskirts of town. She’s been there all day. I don’t know what she’s waiting for, but better make our move now.”

“Wait, are you sure you’re good? You seem a little too eager.”

“Let’s just get her while we can. Then, I’ll tell you all about where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to. Spoiler alert, I think I’ve done every sex position there is.”

“Gross,” Sam shakes his head.

“Nice,” Dean says at the same time as his brother.

“Come on, we need to get going.”

You lead the Winchesters to the edge of town where an abandoned farm is. On that farm is a barn where Abaddon is hiding out. You gear up with the Winchesters when you notice the Mark on Dean’s arm.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, motioning to it.

“I try not to think about it.”

You and the brothers head inside quietly, guns drawn. There is no one in the barn, and it takes Dean two seconds to figure out that she isn’t here, or that something isn’t right.

“Where is she?”

“Right here,” Abaddon smirks, entering the barn from where you three came in.

Sam and Dean turn, and yours and Abaddon’s eyes turn black.

“So glad you could join us,” you chuckle darkly.

You raise your hands, and Sam and Dean go flying across the room into the back wall. They hit their heads on the tables, causing them to black out. You and Abaddon high-five each other before heading over to them.

“This is going to be so much fun…”

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Scandal-induced marriage (Spn AU) Chapter 2

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plot: Y/N the princess of the kingdom of the north, met two young lumberjacks in the forests near the castle. Who could imagine those would be the love interests of the princess? How will the king Crowley react?

AU: medieval world, where Y/N is a princess, daughter of Crowley. And Sam and Dean live with Bobby, the ex-knight of the king.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean, Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader. (no wincest)

warnings: talks about death, death penalty,

A/N: I am going to jump some parts and go straight for the marriage because I really don’t want to spend three chapters into getting to know each other and things like that

Y/n’s POV.

My heart was racing in my chest. The worst had happened, Bobby had discovered me outside of the castle, talking with Sam and Dean.

What if he tells it to father? I was in big, really big trouble.

The Winchesters’ POV

Bobby got close to the brothers. He explained who Y/n really was, leaving the boys even more confused.

Days after the met again, talking things out. She had lied to them, but they understood that the princess would never expose herself with strangers.

They were really good friends after it. The different quests where easy to Sam and Dean, now that they knew what they were fighting for, it was worth the try.

´´Y/n`` Crowley called his daughter. ´´We have guests, wear your finest dress and come as soon as possible to the throne hall``.

The young girl was taken aback, her father had never let her enter the important business before, maybe it was some type of really important thing that did imply her.

She threw on her favorite gala dress, in a pale (your favorite color) tone. It was one of the finest dresses she owned. She let her hair down and took off to the throne hall.

There stood a boy with blonde hair, seemingly a prince. Y/n looked at him with wide eyes. ´´Adam, it is a pleasure to show you my precious daughter`` Crowley said, grinning ´´Y/N, meet Adam, your fiancé``

The young girl’s face dropped. Apparently, her father had made a deal with the neighbor kingdom to become allies. But they had to seal it with a wedding.

Adam wasn’t bad himself, he was a cute prince, not eccentric and really down to earth. He was sweet and treated everybody really nicely. Even though, Y/n couldn’t think of being married to him, her heart already belonged to the two strong lumberjacks.

Crowley left Adam with Y/n, so that they could get to know each other. ´´Y/n I am sorry, you are a beautiful girl, but I can’t marry you`` Adam said, sadness in his voice. He was thrilled by the thought of hurting the princess’s feelings. ´´Adam, your heart belongs to somebody else`` Y/n said, surprising the boy with her calmness ´´mine does too`` she concluded. They both started laughing.

They did get along pretty well, but they weren’t meant for each other. But they became really good friends.

Sam and Dean, who were training in the castle’s ground for their trials weren’t very happy about the princess’s new friend, but they weren’t going to make assumptions that could cause any problem.

[Some hours later]

Sam, Dean and Y/n were meeting again by the lake. Every night, she would ‘’escape’’ the castle to get to them. Bobby wasn’t against this and he wouldn’t say anything to the king.

The boys commented about Y/n’s new friend, jealousy tinting their words. Y/n noticed that, bursting out laughing. She explained her situation to both of them.

Sa felt relaxed that she wasn’t madly in love with Adam. But Dean was turning red thanks to the anger boiling in his veins. He couldn’t stand Y/n’s planned marriage.

That’s when it hit him. ´´We should marry Y/n``, Dean told Sam once they where back at their cabin.

Sam looked at him like he was a genius. ´´How couldn’t I get this idea first?`` he thought to himself while laying on bed trying to sleep.

The next day, they both told Bobby their idea. ´´You idjits``was the first thing the old man told them, well, screamed at them. ´´She would never marry you guys, not because she doesn’t want to, but she can’t`` Bobby explained sternly, but he felt bad for his almost sons.

´´That would be against the law`` the old lumberjack calmly said. ´´When have we cared about the laws in the old days with dad?`` Dean said, excited. Bobby huffed, this boy was difficult to change his mind once he had something on it.

´´Being against the law on THIS kingdom gets you immediately executed`` Bobby said, sadness tinting his voice ´´´Rufus, my old pal, was accused by Crowley and he got that penalty`` Bobby took off his weird shaped hat in a form of respect to his gone friend.

Sam and Dean looked down.

´´I’ll do it, no matter what`` they both thought.

Later on that day, they would find a way to tell you.

Chapter 03

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 24: Surprise, Surprise

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 6139

Chapter summary: Our main pair is back together and Dean wants to do something special for his girl. Liara’s trying to get a plan in motion to defeat Michael.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N: So chapter 24 is here! We’re getting closer and closer to some really interesting things :D I can’t wait to see what you guys think! This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva . Text dividers made by the fantastic @talesmaniac89

Chapter 25 will be posted on Saturday, November 7th

After grabbing a quick sandwich from his house, Dean had driven off towards the diner to wait for Y/N to finish her shift. He smiled as he watched her interacting with customers. She was a natural. Her bright smile just made his heart jump and he couldn’t wait to make her smile for him again. The sound of her laugh had haunted his dreams since she left. Not to mention that he wouldn’t mind having a small make out session with her. He got her back, and he was not going to let her go any time soon.

Y/N could see Dean waiting for her whenever she walked by the window to serve a customer. She couldn’t help but blush whenever she walked by. She would glance up and he would give her a goofy grin. She couldn’t help but smile when he would do that. Her heart fluttered whenever she would look at him.

Ellen couldn't help but smile as Y/N shined. The way Dean made her light up made the older woman root for them to have a happily ever after. A thought came to Ellen as she looked at Y/N and then out the window at Dean.

“Hey, Y/N,” Ellen called. “I think you did good for today. I’ll take over your tables, you head on out with Prince Eric out there.”

“Ellen, I --” Y/N had begun to protest but Ellen shut it down.

“Go,” She placed her hand on the young mermaid. “He was hurting without you here, hun. Go spend time with him.”

Y/N took a moment to look out the window. She found herself smiling at the thought of spending time with Dean again. Reaching behind herself, she untied her apron and handed it to Ellen before turning to the woman and hugging her tight.

“Thank you, Ellen,” Y/N said before making her way out of the diner.

Ellen watched as she ran to Dean’s open arms and let out a laugh as she watched Dean spin Y/N around. It made her heart fill with love.

Outside, Dean put Y/N down before caressing her cheek.

“How was work?” he asked.

“It was good,” she admitted before kissing him gently. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”

“I wanted to,” Dean leaned down to kiss her this time. “I felt bad for making you feel bad about your home and… I never want to see you sad, sweetheart.”

“It’s not your fault,” Y/N touched her nose to his. “You’re just trying to celebrate my birthday with me. It’s not your fault, Dean.”

Dean gave her a soft smile, “Come on.” He led her towards the passenger side and opened the door for her. “Let’s go get some dinner.”

“I’m not really dressed for dinner,” Y/N blushed as she slid in.

Dean made his way around the car once he closed her door. Sliding in, he turned to her and smiled. “Don’t need to be fancy when we can eat fast food.”

“Fast food?” Y/N tilted her head. “Why is it called fast food?”

Dean smiled at her curiosity, “Well, it just means that the food gets to you faster than at a regular sit down restaurant.” He smiled at her and pulled her closer. “By the way, I still have to take you to a fancy one.”

Y/N settled in next to him and placed her head on his shoulder. She missed being in the car and caressed the dashboard when Dean turned the ignition. She closed her eyes at the sound of the rumble. She felt so happy being back in the car with Dean. Feeling safe, feeling at home. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Dean had a unique smell for a human, and she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. But she knew she loved the way he smelled: it was Dean.

“What do you say we turn on the radio,” Dean said as he had Y/N lean towards the radio and turn it on.

The sounds of Zeppelin surrounded them as Dean made the twenty-five minutes outside of Matagorda to head to the nearest Whataburger. Dean couldn’t help but chuckle as Y/N looked at the menu once they made their way inside.

“I’m not sure what to pick,” she whispered at Dean. “It all looks good.”

“Well, we can pick a few things and share them?” Dean suggested.

Between them Dean and Y/N had ordered a regular Whataburger, a Jalapeno and Cheese Whataburger, and a Bacon and Cheese Whataburger. To go along with that Dean ordered the largest fries they had and a large milkshake with two straws. They both shared the regular Whataburger then Dean grabbed a knife to split the jalapeno burger.

“Okay,” he breathed. “Now, I’m not sure if you’ve ever had spicy food. But I can tell you this…. It’s good.”

“Spicy?” Y/N looked at the jalapeno burger and took her half in her hands.

Dean watched her as she took a bite of the jalapeno burger and her eyes widened. As he watched her chew he could see that the heat from the jalapeno was hitting her. As she swallowed her bite, Y/N’s mouth felt as though it was on fire. She reached for the milkshake Dean had gotten for them and took a drink.

“That was not pleasant!” Y/N coughed. “Why would someone eat that?”

“A lot of people like it,” he smiled. “I’m not a big fan but I don’t mind it.”

“I can be happy to say that I will not eat jalapeno again,” she said as she smiled at Dean. “I am going to eat the bacon one.”

Dean gave her a playful wink, making a little heat rise to her face. “Now you’re talking.”

Once the food was consumed, Dean and Y/N made their way to the car for the drive back to Matagorda. Dean had driven back in record time as they had made it just before Al closed the doors to his bakery. They grabbed a few pastries and made their way to an outside table.

“So,” Dean said as he took her hand in his while eating with the other. “If you were to have a party, what would you like it to be like?”

Y/N tilted her head in thought. “Dancing. I want to learn to dance. I also wouldn’t mind having lots of pastries and lasagna!” she smiled.

Before Dean could keep talking about what Y/N would want for her dream birthday party, a voice called from the distance.

“Deanie!”

The man scrunched his eyes closed in irritation. “Oh, fuck me.”

Lisa came strolling down the sidewalk and frowned when she noticed Y/N. Holding her composure she walked up to them and smiled fakely.

“Deanie, who’s your friend? I thought we had a date tonight?” She placed her hand on his face and looked at Y/N. “You work at the diner, don’t you?”

Dean took her hand away methodically, as if making a wrong move would infect him with some kind of disease. He turned to give her a stoic smile. “We didn’t plan anything, Ms. Braden.”

Y/N gathered her composure and smiled, “You must be mistaken. Dean and I had an engagement tonight. And I do work in the diner but it does not take away my manners.”

Lisa let her eyes roam over Y/N’s body, “And I suppose you have manners? Stealing someone's boyfriend?”

“I am not your boyfriend,” Dean growled. “If anything, Y/N is my girlfriend. Not you.”

“Her?” Lisa scoffed. “She’s nothing but a waitress. You are a CEO, Dean. Not some greasemonkey!”

“He resembles nothing like a monkey,” Y/N spoke up as she stood between Dean and Lisa. “In fact, the one who would most resemble a monkey is you… Ms... whatever your name is!”

“Excuse you,” Lisa growled. “You are sadly mistaken if you think you’re good enough for him.”

The princess inside Y/N was quickly growing irritated at this woman. “No,” she let her royal voice come through. “Not another word from you. If you truly were together, he should not be aching to run as fast and as far as he could from you.” She extended her hand behind her, encouraging Dean to take it, then had a hard time restraining a smile when he did. “Leave him alone, or you will have problems with me.”

“Is this really how it’s going to be, Dean?” Lisa asked, looking at the man behind the girl. “Are you really going to let your grandfather’s company go belly up?”

“The company will be fine. I’m sure of it. Not being with you will not change that.”

“We’ll see about that,” Lisa threatened. “Good luck with your diner girl. I’m sure your father will love her.”

Y/N and Dean watched as Lisa walked away before taking a breath of relief. Y/N turned to Dean and placed her hands on either side of his face.

“I don’t like her,” she sighed. “Are you okay?”

She just got more amazing each time Dean was with her. His eyes were glistening with love as he looked at her, making sure he was alright, not just because she liked him, but because she cared. She cared about him and when she saw how uncomfortable he was with Lisa, she jumped in straight away. “Yeah, she’s just very annoying.” He sent a bright, teasing smile her way. “My knight in shining armor.”

“What do you say we go find a place to look at the stars?” she whispered. “We can keep talking about what I would like my birthday to be. Or… we could kiss until the sun comes up,” she bit her lip shyly.

“Oh?” Dean chuckled as he raised an eyebrow at her. “That actually sounds really nice. You and me on Baby’s hood. A nice conversation, a starlit night, and my lips on yours,” he said as he pulled her in for a heated kiss.

They watched the stars as they laid atop the hood of the Impala. Y/N’s head nestled on Dean’s chest as Dean let one of his arms drape over her. His fingers drawing small patterns across her skin. Dean shifted slightly, trying not to disturb her as he got a better look. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling even if he wanted to. The way she looked made him want to take her far away from everything they feared.

“Come here,” Dean smirked as he pulled her up and caressed her face. “I believe we are at the make out portion of our evening.”

Y/N let out a soft giggle that made his heart swell. She reached up and ran her fingers across his stubbled jaw.

“Is it?” she teased. “Is that what they call kissing for a long time? Making out? Strange.”

“I don’t know, but all I can say is I like doing it with you a lot,” Dean chuckled, caressing her cheek.

Y/N shook her head before leaning forward and placing her lips on his. The kiss deepend as both of them held each other close. Tongues battling as they pressed their bodies closer together. Neither of them wanted to let go. Dean was the first to break the kiss, knowing he had a lot of planning to do. Y/N gave a small whine, protesting losing his lips on hers.

"I want nothing more than to stay like this until the sun comes up, sweetheart," Dean said as he placed his forehead on hers. "But we both have work tomorrow."

Y/N reluctantly pulled away and slid off of Baby’s hood. Dean followed not far behind. With one last kiss in front of Ellen’s door, Dean said his good night’s and made his way back to the house where five smiling faces waited for him, two of them were women who couldn’t stop giggling.

“Shut up,” Dean grumbled with a smile.

“He’s smiling,” Jessica said to Andrea.

“He so is,” Andrea giggled.

“Oh geez,” Dean let his head fall forward. “Can we just, not do this right now?”

“But she looked so cute with you!” Jess gushed. “When can I meet her?”

“You help me plan a special birthday party for her and I’ll introduce you,” Dean reasoned.

“Deal,” Jessica and Andrea echoed.

Before he knew it, the two girls had dragged him to the couch to ask him questions. He answered them as best he could, just going by what little information he had. He really wanted to give Y/N everything he could think of. He looked at the guys and sighed as they all just gave him knowing smiles.

“So… that was Y/N,” Sam stated as he smiled.

“Yeah,” Dean smiled.

Sam pursed his lips together before speaking, “She’s the princess you met.”

“Uh-huh,” Dean was trying hard to keep the conversation short for the planning.

“And now you can’t stop smiling,” Sam chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Shut up, bitch,” Dean mumbled as he turned his attention to Jess and Andrea. “So the cake.”

“Chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, or something else?” Andrea questioned.

“I--” Dean closed his eyes. “Why not make a three teared cake with each layer one of those flavors?”

Andrea hummed, sending a questioning look towards Benny. “What do you think, love? Think Al’s would be able to give us a three-layered cake?”

“We can always ask, Cher,” the man shrugged. “Let me see if I have the number.”

“Anything else?” Dean asked. “We have a big order coming in tomorrow morning and I need to make sure Mrs. Smith’s car is ready,” He ran a hand across his face.

“Then you take care of that,” Jess interjected. “Andrea, Sam, and I can work on the party tomorrow. You guys are almost officially opened. You need to make sure that things are ready.”

Dean nodded and smiled at his future sister-in-law. “Thanks Jess. Just nothing too big, okay? Something small and light?”

“I promise,” Jess assured him. “I’ll keep the party small.”

With that, everyone headed to bed awaiting the new day.

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Liara swam as quickly as she could. She tried to stick to the shadows as she made her way back to the kingdom. She was reaching her room when something grabbed her arm. Being pushed to the wall her eyes met those of Michael.

“Where were you, scrollkeeper?” The merman interrogated. “Why the rush?”

“I was being followed by a shark, Your Highness,” Liara lied. “I was coming from a site that needed to be documented. It is ancient and seems to be sacred.”

Michael sneered at her response. “You know the consequences of lying to me, scrollkeeper.”

“I can show you if you’d like, Your Grace,” she held her head high. “But I have no reason to lie to you.”

Michael glared at her, “You try my patience,” he growled. “I know you are lying to me. There are no ruins nearby.”

“That is why I have to document the ones that were recently found, Your Grace.”

“If I find that you are lying to me,” he placed his lips close to her ear. “When I find your precious Thasman, I’ll make sure to chop off his head in front of you.”

Liara glared at him, “Then you should know that I have nothing to hide. But I will say this: my charge is more of a merman than you will ever be.”

“You have been warned, scrollkeeper.” The merman growled menacingly. “Next time, you will be thrown into the dungeons and be ripped apart scale by scale.”

Liara watched as Michael swam away. She let out the breath she was holding and closed her eyes. She had to be more careful the next time she visited Thasman. As an attempt to dissuade any merperson who might be watching, she swam into her chambers and waited an hour before swimming out again. Looking around, she made sure that the halls of the castle near her quarters were empty, and snuck her way to the dungeons to visit Nereus.

“Nereus,” she said as she swam up to his prison. “I have returned.”

“Are you safe?” Nereus asked as he noticed how shaken she was. “What happened?”

“I– Michael saw me arrive.”

The imprisoned king swam to the bars of his prison. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you, Thames?”

“Don’t you say that name!” she hissed. “Not while it’s not safe.”

Nereus sighed sadly, “I’m sorry. You’re right. Did he hurt you? Did you see them?”

“I only saw Thasman and Roan…” Liara drew in a shaky breath of relief, trying with all her might to not let her voice wobble and break, but failing. “He’s healing well.”

“How bad was it?” Nereus whispered, watching as the mermaid composed herself after the tiny breakdown. “I’m sure he will bounce back.”

“Nereus…” she bit her lip wondering if she should tell him about the humans.

“They have been making contact with humans haven’t they,” Nereus stated as he looked at his sister.

“One helped heal Thasman… A human woman gave them a place to stay.”

Nereus’s expression was stoic. Thames could not decipher what he was thinking. She swam closer to the door of the prison and tried to look into her brother’s eyes.

"My king," she whispered. "As far as I could see, they are fine. As for the humans…"

“It was inevitable,” the king admitted. “Humans are not the best creatures,” he looked at her. “But there are good ones up there. You knew that, you tried to tell me and I wouldn’t help you convince our father of it.”

“Nereus,” she whispered.

“Despite what has happened I still do not trust the humans, not after…” he trailed off.

“I know that losing Nereida hurt you dearly,” Thames muttered. “But I loved Robert with all my heart, Nereus. And I wouldn’t change my path for the world. It gave me Thasman, even if he will never know that I truly love him.” She gave her brother a sad smile. “And Robert will never know what happened to me.” She licked her lips and sighed. “I have lost my family, Nereus. But I would rather live a life alone knowing they are happy and healthy, than believe everything that was taught to us.”

"I know I have my own prejudices about them. But as of right now they are safe. And that is all that matters."

"After what happened to Nereida, I'm surprised, Nereus," Thames gave him a sad look.

"What of our allies?" the king changed the subject.

The lost princess began giving the rest of her report to the kng. In no time they had a plan. It would take time before they could execute it; but at least they had a plan. What worried the king the most, was his daughter’s exposure to the human world. Nereus watched as his sister snuck out of the dungeon and off to her chambers leaving him to his thoughts. The way she hid herself from the rest of the kingdom made his heart ache. He would have protected her anyway he could.

Reaching her chambers, Thames swam to a small box hidden on her shelf. Opening it, she found a few mementos of her time on the surface. One was a music box that wouldn't play because of the water, but she treasured it dearly.

Her time on the surface was not displayed in her chambers due to the fact that some human things would not be able to last underwater. Apart from a little music box, she had kept a picture of her Robert. She smiled fondly as the memories of the human and his camera came flooding through her mind.

The device had been so strange at first sight, and even more strange when he tried to explain what it could do. For her, watching through the lense had felt like watching the surface with new eyes; she had taken a few pictures of Robert and some random objects that they encountered. The one she kept showed Robert leaning against a railing, and even though his face could not be clearly seen due to the way the sun was hitting in the picture, Thames could still see, clear as the purest water, that his expression was joyful, adoring… Thames sniffled; she had enjoyed learning her way to take ‘photographs’ and learning more and more about his world and him.

She held the frame tightly to her chest. She would always remain grateful to Poseidon that the picture had lasted this long. It felt like a little piece of him had remained with her after all these years.

He had always tried to protect her as best as he could. He looked after her, and she did the same in return. Her heart seemed to both swell and shatter at once. Now he was up there on the surface, alive and helping Thasman heal and hide in the human world.

She gave the picture a wobbly smile. “At least you got to meet our son.”

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The next day seemed to go by fast. Bobby could hear the sounds of work coming from the garage, both the work on cars and the remodeling. He had gone to check on Thasman that morning and was able to remove the stitches. His back had healed nicely and the scar, while long, was very thin. The balm they were using was a miracle and he was thankful that they had brought it. It helped to speed up the healing process. What would usually take a week and a half to close up was done in a matter of days. With the sun slowly setting, Bobby grabbed himself a glass of whiskey and was about to settle down when a knock came to his door.

“Balls,” he sighed as he made his way. “Who is it?” he called out.

“It’s Dean!”

Bobby sighed as he began to think what Dean could want. The boy was lucky but also doomed to be miserable. He was lucky his girl came back, but was doomed because eventually, Y/N would have to go back. He was tempted to tell Dean, but he knew the boy wouldn’t believe him. He silently hoped that Dean would have a better chance at keeping Y/N than he did at having Thames in his life.

“Well,” Bobby sassed as he opened the door. “Everything okay?”

Dean rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, it’s just...” Dean cleared his throat. “I wanted to invite you over to the diner tomorrow night. I’m trying to surprise Y/N with a birthday party. Her birthday was a few days ago and I figured we could show her how we celebrate birthdays.”

“You sure you want an old man at your party?” Bobby sighed.

“She wants you there. Thasman too. I think it would mean a lot to both of them if you went.”

Bobby looked at Dean and rolled his eyes, “Alright,” the man conceded. “But what the hell do you buy a princess as a birthday present?”

“I have no idea.”

“I’ll figure it out,” Bobby waved him off. “So, I guess I’ll see you all at the diner after closing?”

“Yeah, I spoke to Ellen today when I went to the diner for lunch.” Dean smiled.

“Well, get home. I have some stuff to think about,” Bobby said as he practically pushed Dean out.

Once Dean was gone, Bobby let out a long sigh. He walked slowly towards his small library, then stopped in front of the bookcases. He reached down towards a small hidden compartment at the bottom, and pulled a small wooden box towards him. Opening it, he took hold of a picture from when he was younger. There in his arms was a woman smiling brightly. She had blond hair and her brown eyes shined as she smiled brightly. The man holding her had a smile to match her own. But something seemed to bother Bobby. Tilting his head he looked closely at the younger version of himself.

The resemblance was there, but he chalked that vision up to an hallucination caused by the exhaustion of the past days. “It couldn’t be.”

He set the picture back into the box as he made his way to his old leather couch and set the box down as he turned on the lamp from the little table next to it. Bobby made himself comfortable before reaching back to the box and letting himself be dragged down memory lane.

He set the conflicting picture aside for the moment, looking inside to the small, beautiful and hurtful memories that had been living there.

There were a couple more pictures of him and the woman he had loved. He smiled wobbly as he recalled her fascination by all the things that had surrounded them at the time and felt himself chuckle, amused at how much Y/N, Thasman, and her were similar.

“Never saw a car before,” he mumbled to himself, setting the pictures aside. “How did I not see it?”

He kept an old flyer of a Clam Bake. The event had been awful, compared to what would be done in the next decades, but he remembered vividly the way he and Thames had danced. A band had been hired to play that evening. Thames was fascinated by their different versions of the songs Bobby had played for them on his vinyl player and at one point, she decided that they weren’t just going to listen. So she stood up, turned back and gave him a big bright smile and held her hand out to him in invitation.

This old box hadn’t seen the light in a couple of years. Each and every time it was opened, the pain would return full-force and old wounds would blossom once more. An old receipt for a big vanilla cake, a camera roll case, dice, another flyer for a then up-coming movie that would be projected at the movie theater and more, they all contained infinite memories of his time with her.

A little pearl that was hidden in one of the corners held the biggest one of them all.

She’d told him that day that she would go back home one last time to see her brother, to let him know that the throne was his and that she would leave the kingdom. The little white pearl had been her parting gift, a ‘good luck charm’ of her own discovery. She would come around to the surface every once in a while, then go back home to prevent any suspicion. After he had explained what a good luck charm was, the next and last time she came back from the salted water, she had brought the tiny thing along. She was twenty-five at the time. Y/N just turned twenty-six a couple of days ago.

Now he knew why she had such an urgency to go back and renounce the throne. A pang was felt in his heart at the thought of Thames, bright and curious and wonderful, hiding the stupid duel issue from him to not worry him further.

There was no point in worrying about her anymore, though. She was gone. Hell, she didn’t even make it back to the kingdom.

“Wherever you are,” he mumbled as he ran his thumb along her picture. “I just hope you’re safe.”

As he continued to sort through every memory, his head kept going back to the picture settled at the little table beside his couch. The nagging feeling wouldn’t go away. He took the picture in his fingers and studied it closely. Trying to remember everything that happened in the past couple of days. The fact that there were now three merpeople living at Ellen’s house and one of them was related to Thames had to be more than a coincidence.

Shaking out of his thoughts, he put the picture away and went to what he was planning for the evening. Grabbing a glass and his favorite bottle of scotch, he poured himself a few fingers full and spent his night drinking and brooding.

By the next morning, Thasman had been well enough to make a return to the salvage yard. He was anxious to work on cars again. In truth, Thasman had missed working with Bobby and learning about the metal death traps. Slightly jogging up Bobby’s porch steps, he gave the door a soft knock.

“Bobby?” he called hoping that he wasn’t waking the elder man up. “Are you awake?”

Bobby let out a grunt as he opened his eyes. There staring up at him was Thames’s beautiful smiling face. He had woken up from a dream, a dream he had never had before. There he was with Thames, his arms wrapped around her as they watched a man around Thasman’s age walking towards them. When Bobby looked up, he could have sworn the man in his dream was Thasman. Making his way to the door, he froze as he looked at Thasman. How did he not notice it before? Thasman was the spitting image of him.

“I’m awake now,” Bobby grumbled. “I see you’re better. That balm really is magic.”

Thasman nodded in agreement. “Ellen mentioned that you wanted my help.”

“Well, we have a full day,” Bobby sighed. “Need to make sure you three have special documentation. Going to need to visit a friend of mine to help us get you what you need.”

“Special documentation? What for? And who is this friend?”

“His name is Frank,” Bobby chuckled. “Crazy sucker. But, sharp as a whip. He can make sure your stories are real. Going to need to pay him for documentation for the three of you but at least it will help your story out.”

“But Y/N’s party is tonight,” the merman pointed out.

“I know,” Bobby grumbled. “Need to get back for that party. Don’t even know what to get a princess as a birthday present.”

“Something from here will do,” he suggested. “She can’t exactly take it home, but she will love it.”

The rest of the morning Bobby began teaching Thasman how to work the tools inside of a car before driving them to Frank’s secluded cabin. Thasman stayed close to Bobby as he talked to Frank about the various documents Y/N, Roan, and himself would need. Not to mention an entire biography on the secluded island of Sindarta in case anyone came asking. Frank didn't ask too many questions. He figured the three people were in witness protection. Once everything was in order, Bobby and Thasman made their way back to Matagorda. Bobby had sent Frank a few pictures he took of Y/N and Roan to use for their IDs, while Thasman had to take his at Franks. Bobby had remained silent throughout the trip. It made Thasman worried that he did something wrong.

“Bobby, I’m sorry you had to go through all this trouble,” Thasman whispered. “Maybe Y/N, Roan, and I should find another place to--”

“Don’t start talking nonsense on me, boy.”

“But we’ve been nothing but a burden to you and everyone here,” he argued. “Probably why my mother decided death was better,” he whispered.

“Why in the hell would you think like that?” Bobby looked at the merman. “Death comes whether we want it to come or not,” Bobby muttered. “I wish I knew what happened to Thames. I loved her, boy. That girl took my heart with her when she left. All I have are memories and dreams.”

“I have nothing,” Thasman countered. “Liara has never once shown me a picture of what she looked like. My own tail is unheard of,” He cried. “No one has a tail like mine. And Liara has done nothing but care for me and all I can think of is the mermaid who couldn’t even fight death to stay with me.”

Bobby stayed silent for a minute at Thasman’s outburst. “How long have you been holding that in?” Bobby finally spoke up.

“I don’t know,” the merman admitted miserably. “Years.”

“Just know this,” Bobby sighed. “Your mom had the sense to leave you with someone who would care for you the way this Liara person has. Do you hear me boy?”

“Yes, sir,” Thasman muttered.

There was something about Bobby’s tone that made him feel he was being scolded by a parent, something Thasman had longed to feel from someone he was actually related to. The rest of the car ride was held in silence as the two men drove into the salvage yard and parted ways to prepare for the party.

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Dean, Benny, and Cas had closed up the garage once the last customer had gone home. The day was filled with oil changes, tire rotations, battery changes and only a few long jobs in between. Andrea had left Cas to man the front desk as she went out with Sam and Jess to get everything ready for the party. Once at Dean’s home, the men got ready for the surprise party. Dean had gotten a message from Ellen that Y/N had just gotten home and was none the wiser about the plans for the night.

Not wasting any time, Dean got ready in a pair of blue jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and a black and white flannel to tie everything together. Grabbing his boots, he took one last look in the mirror and smiled. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face with his surprise. He had checked in with Jess to make sure everything was ready and his only fear was that Y/N would be sad.

“You okay, Dean?” Sam’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean assured him. “Just hope she likes what we’re doing. I don’t want to scare her off, or worse, have her hate me.”

“She’s not going to hate you,” Sam scoffed. “Wait… are you-- are you nervous? Haven't you gone out with her before?”

“I mean,” Dean rubbed at his neck nervously. “Last time she was here was really a friend date. We weren’t… I mean… It wasn’t really a date, date.”

“It’s going to be fine,” Sam slapped his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You need to stop worrying.”

“I--” Dean closed his eyes and sighed. “I never got this nervous before. And I feel all clammy and my chest feels tight. What if she starts to hate me?” Dean started to pace. “What if she hates everything at the party? I mean what if I did this all wrong?”

The younger Winchester rolled his eyes at his older brother. “It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

“But Sammy what if–”

“Andrea, Jess, and I made sure that everything was perfect. Have a little faith in us, c’mon.”

Taking a deep breath, Dean nodded and smiled. “Yeah, yeah. You guys helped out and Jess and Andy know what they’re doing.”

His smile grew bigger as he felt Sam pat him on the back. “There we go. Now give us a twenty minute head start while we get to the diner and make sure that everything’s in order and then you can pick up your girl. You got it?”

“Got it.”

“See you soon.”

Time seemed to fly past him and before he knew it, he was standing in front of Ellen’s door, knocking.

“Y/N? You in there?”

He was received by a warm smile as the door opened, the woman of his dreams was standing two feet or less in front of him. “Hi, Dean.”

She was absolutely the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Every time he saw her, he felt the need to remind himself that he wasn’t hallucinating; she had come back.

“I was wondering if you would like to go somewhere with me,” he stuttered out awkwardly.

“Oh,” she smiled wider. “Where do you want to go?”

“You’re gonna have to trust me on this.” Dean smiled cheekily as he lifted up a hand that held a tie.

“Can’t you just tell me?” Y/N giggled as Dean led her down the porch and towards Baby.

“It’s a surprise,” he insisted. Dean placed the blind fold over her eyes and blushed when she giggled. He placed a small kiss on her lips before helping her get in the car. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“No.”

“Good. Me neither. Wanna do this together?”

“Absolutely.”

Dean smiled as he closed the door and made his way to the driver’s side. Turning the car on, he drove them towards Ellen’s diner where everyone was waiting.

What’d you guys think? Y’all like the parallel between Bobby and Thames/Liara? Did you guys enjoy all the fluff given by Dean and Y/N?

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