#supernatural rpf one shots

[perplexedflower]

Last Floor To My Heart

Fandom: Supernatural RPF.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Richard Speight Jr. x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 4,855.

Summary: In a single night, [Y/N]'s life takes a turn for the worse; that is, until she goes seeking comfort in the arms of the only man who can make it all better.

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Everything happened so fast.

Restlessly sitting on the living room couch, my crossed legs could not stop fidgeting as I waited for Mark to come home. A few minutes earlier, he had called me to say he was on his way home, and that he had something important to tell me when he would be back. When I had asked him why he could not simply tell me over the phone, he had answered it was too significant not to be discussed face-to-face. I had not argued any further, but deep down I knew damn well it was not like him to say a thing such as that.

Mark and I had been dating for almost two years, and this time we had spent together had been good to us. We had met on the set of Supernatural, and back then, it was clear to everyone that we hit it off right away; I was introduced to the plot as an endgame character, so I made my debut near the last seasons of the show. However, I had still been given the opportunity to play alongside Mark, even if only for a few times. And although I was instantly charmed by his Lucifer, I got to know him personally over time and consequently fell for him beyond his character.

It had taken us a while to officially get together, but once we did, we never let go of each other. And we both believed things would grow and evolve between the two of us, shifting our relationship into something more and more serious as time would go on. At least, that is what I believed in until I started noticing a change in Mark's behavior, a change in the way he would talk to me, and act around me. I had always brushed that feeling aside, convincing myself it was only a misinterpretation, a fabrication of my own paranoid mind. But with one simple phone call, all my suspicions had come flowing back up to the surface, and it was becoming hard to ignore them.

As I was getting deeply lost in thought, I suddenly heard the front door open and turned around, only to see Mark enter the living room in somewhat of a rush.

"Hey." He promptly let out without even looking at me.

"Hey..." I awkwardly said back.

I was searching for his eyes, but it was clear to me he was trying to avoid making eye contact with me.

"So... you wanted to tell me something?"

My stomach felt like a tangled bag of knots, hurting my guts, which had a bad feeling about what was about to take place.

"Yeah, we need to talk."

This sentence alone made me gulp and look down at my feet.

"Listen, [Y/N]..." Mark started with faint remorse. "I'm sorry... It truly pains me to say it, as much as it will pain you to hear it, but... we should break up."

I blankly stared at him, in a complete state of shock.

"But-"

"No." He cut me off with a sigh. "It's for the best, trust me."

What? Why? How? Have I done something wrong? Have you met another woman? Do you not love me anymore?

Questions began piling up in my mind, so many questions I wanted to ask him. But I was rendered unable to speak.

"I'm sorry." He said once more, still looking away from me.

His apologies were not fully sincere, I could feel it, I knew him well enough to feel it. But still, I was not able to talk back. All I could do was cry. And so I did: I cried miserably on this couch, feeling sorry for myself, wondering how pathetic Mark must have found me. As my thoughts started to overwhelm me, I finally managed to stand up and walked to our bedroom without a word. I grabbed my suitcase and my duffle bag and put them both on the bed; I rapidly gathered my things, which I had scattered across the room, and stuffed them all back inside my luggage. There was not much to collect, just the essentials: clothes, a book, and my computer. But I refused to leave in this house the only few things I had brought with me. I knew I was no longer wanted here; I knew I had to get out of there.

I quickly changed my clothes and put on a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a jacket, and shoes. I zipped and closed both my suitcase and bag, before leaving the room with them in hand. As I walked to the front door, I came back into the living room, and Mark stood up as he saw me, ready to go, my hand on the knob.

"[Y/N]-"

"No, don't say anything." I said while crying, interrupting him. "That's what you wanted, for me to go away. So that's what I'm doing."

And with that, I opened the door and stepped outside, after which I closed it right back behind me. Standing in front of the house, I let my luggage fall on the ground beside me and grabbed my head with my hands as I cried more tears.

How did this happen? And why?

I regained my composure and wiped away my tears, before picking up my suitcase and my bag. I took a few steps away from the house and looked around: I had nowhere to go. Mark's house was not very far away from the city center, so I decided to take a night walk. I had always loved walking down the streets at night. But not in this particular state of mind. Not while emotionally devastated.

After a few minutes of aimless strolling, I entered the heart of the city and started seeing all types of people walking up and down the streets, going in and out of restaurants, shopping, and simply minding their own business. As an extroverted person, it had never bothered me much to be around masses of people, and at that very moment, it even allowed me to lose myself among them: I could have cried, nobody would have noticed.

I still had no idea what to do or where to go, wandering alone in the crowded streets. But as I turned my head to the right, my eyes fell on an imposing hotel, illuminated by gorgeous lit-up fountains and surrounded by various types of floral decorations. And that was when I remembered.

Richard. That's the hotel Richard's staying in.

Similarly to Mark, I had met Richard while working on Supernatural; and similarly to Mark, Richard and I had become close friends in only a matter of weeks. After the show had ended, we stayed in touch, and over time, we started to hang out more and more. We eventually began working on common projects together, though they were all silly and for our own amusement. But it led us to have somewhat of a reputation as a duo, to the point of being cast as the two main protagonists in a brand-new TV show. We obviously both accepted, and this new shared adventure had brought us yet even closer to each other.

It had now been some time since we had started working together on the series, and it had taken us to Los Angeles, where we had to shoot for about a week. The production crew had decided to put both of us up in a hotel, but I had told them not to book me a room since I knew Mark resided in town and that I could spend the nights over at his place. Production had accepted my request and ended up booking a single room for Richard, although they had told me it went against regular policy.

Standing in front of the hotel, I looked back on how I had thanked the crew for making an exception. But as I now felt lonely and abandoned, I wished I had not said anything and just accepted the hotel room from the get-go. With my suitcase in my left hand and my duffle bag over my right shoulder, I walked up to the entrance of the hotel and stopped in front of the security guarding the doors. Since I had no room registered to my name, I had not been granted access to the hotel, but Richard had given me an extra entry pass, in case I would need or want to see him in his hotel room.

I presented the pass to the guard and was let inside; walking in, I was instantly blinded by the bright lights emanating from the chandeliers mounted on the ceiling, which contrasted sharply with the darkness outside. For a second, I thought about giving Richard a call, to let him know I was on my way to his room; but given how emotionally weakened I was, I felt I would not be able to speak over the phone, so decided against it. I made my way to the elevator and tried to remember on which floor his room was as I stepped inside; after having searched deep enough in my memory, I pressed the button to the third floor and went up with the elevator. Once on the third floor, the elevator doors opened and I took a step into the bright red hallway.

I slowly walked up to his room and stopped at the door, my luggage in hand, my vision blurry, and my mind blown away. I leaned forward and knocked twice on his door with a shaky hand.

"Who is it?" I heard Richard's voice ask from far away.

"Richard... It's me..." I tried to speak loud and clear.

"... [Y/N]?" He asked with surprise, recognizing my voice. "Hang on."

Inside the room, I could hear fast and loud footsteps, and in a matter of seconds, the door opened widely: I was faced with Richard, staring into my eyes, visibly worried. The door had only just opened that I immediately fell into his arms, my body going limp.

"Woah- Hey, hey." He let out as he caught me by the shoulders. "[Y/N], what's wrong?"

A simple look into his eyes was enough to make him understand I was unable to speak, so he took from my hands the suitcase and bag I was carrying and put them both inside, by the door.

"C'mon, come inside." He said gently as he held me by the arms.

Once inside, he closed the door behind us and made me walk to the couch, before helping me sit down next to him. When he understood I could not stop crying, he put a delicate hand over my knee, which made me look up and into his shining eyes.

"Can you talk?" He started softly. "Do you want to talk? I'm not forcing you if you don't want to or don't feel like it."

Despite how pathetic and pitiful I was feeling mentally, my face still managed to shape my lips into a smile that I sent his way, alongside a nod. Richard and I had been really good friends ever since we had first met, for what seemed to me like forever, and he had always been so caring towards me. Every time I needed someone's presence, he was that someone. That someone who I knew would always be there for me.

I stared back at him and was pained to see how sad he was to see me in such a state.

"It's Mark..." I tried to say, a tear stuck in my throat. "... We broke up."

Richard stared at me in a way I could not describe: he seemed sad, shocked, and for some reason, angry.

"... What?" He finally said after a few seconds of silence.

"He told me it's what's best for us..."

He grabbed his forehead with a sigh, visibly pensive, before turning to me swiftly. He leaned closer to me and hugged me tight, wrapping me in his embrace to try and help me calm down. I felt at peace in his arms. I had always felt comfortable in Richard's arms. But never before had I craved his touch so badly. I grabbed tight onto his back as I allowed myself to cry more tears on his shoulder, my head resting against the crook of his neck. Mark's words had rendered a part of my soul cold and empty, but Richard's warmth was the only remedy I needed to fix it.

He passed a hand on my back, rubbing it back and forth, in hopes of stopping my tears from flowing.

"Shh, shh..." He lulled me softly.

His soothing shushing resonating through my mind, I lost myself in his embrace and kept holding him close, making him understand I did not want him to let go. We remained in each other's arms for a few silent minutes, until he pulled away gently and grabbed my shoulders with care: he looked at me straight in the eyes once more, and when I gazed inside his, it was as if an electrical shock was traveling through my entire body.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked me with a faint smile.

"I don't know..." I answered honestly while shaking my head slowly.

Richard tucked a strand of hair behind my ear while slightly tilting his head to the side.

"What would help you feel better? What do you want, right now?"

My eyes were still interlocked with his, but my mind went elsewhere.

What do I want?

I asked myself the same question he had just asked me, but was somehow unable to come up with a definitive answer: instead of giving him a verbal response, I stared into his whiskey-colored eyes as I grabbed one of his hands with both of mine. His gorgeous face lit up with a stunning smile I had had the chance to see so many times before, but never had enough of.

"Well, in any case, I do know what you'd need right now." He started, backing away from me a little. "What do you say I make you a cup of tea, and go fetch you a blanket or two?"

I giggled softly at his offer and the sound of my own laughter made me realize I was starting to feel better.

"I say I'd very much appreciate it." I replied with a warm smile.

"Alright, I'll get on it right away then." He smiled back. "The tea might take a while to get ready, so don't hesitate to walk around and stretch your legs a bit."

"Good idea." I said as I stood up from the couch at the same time as him.

While Richard left the room, I took a look around, and only then did I realize his hotel room was not even a single room, but a suite. I spotted three other rooms, in addition to the living area: a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. I made my way to the bathroom while taking in everything around me.

"Damn, Rich..." I said out loud, addressing him even though he was not in the room with me. "They gave you a full-on suite."

"I know, right?" I heard him chuckle from another room.

I stepped inside the bathroom and passed a hand over the wall as I scoffed lightly.

"I can't believe I'm missing out on all of this." I murmured to myself somewhat disappointedly.

Walking deeper into the bathroom, I approached the sink and stopped in front of the mirror above it.

Jesus Christ...

"... I look like shit." I finished my thought aloud.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with a sigh.

"And to think Richard had to see me like that..."

Opening my eyes back up, I looked more closely at my eyes and the ruined mascara around them.

I'll remove my makeup and clean my face a little, hopefully that'll make me look less miserable.

I made my way back to the front door and picked up my suitcase and my duffle bag: I carried them over to the living area, and set them both down on the floor next to the couch, before unzipping the suitcase, which contained a makeup bag. As I was about to leave the room, my makeup bag in hand, I noticed a blanket and a couple of pillows on the couch, which had not been there before. I smiled and headed back to the bathroom, but stopped by the kitchen this time; leaning a shoulder against the wall behind me, I observed Richard meticulously preparing my tea, softly humming a tune to himself, and felt my cheeks get hotter and hotter the longer I stared at him.

Before he got the chance to turn around and spot me, I kept on walking and entered the bathroom once more. I set my pouch down and opened it to take my makeup remover out, and started cleaning my face. After I had removed all traces of makeup from my face, I splashed some cold water on it, after which I dabbed on my skin with a fresh towel hanging beside the sink. With my face now cleaned and dried up, I took another look at myself in the mirror.

"Well... it's considerably better." I told myself with a sigh.

I put my makeup remover back into my makeup bag and exited the bathroom, and once I was in the living room again, I placed my bag back inside my suitcase. With that done and out of the way, I sat down on the couch once more and let my body relax at the contact of the soft blanket and pillows: just as I was getting comfortable, Richard entered the room, a warm smile on his face and a cup in hand.

"Tea's ready." He said as he walked up to me.

He sat down next to me and held out the mug before my hands.

"Here. Careful, it's hot."

"Thanks."

We exchanged smiles as I grabbed the mug from his hands, but our eyes left each other and my cheeks reddened when my fingers went brushing against his, his skin feeling hotter to the touch than the tea itself. I kept the cup in my hands for a while without actually drinking from it, taking in the heat from the ceramic, and feeling it spread throughout my body. As I took the first sip, I looked back at Richard.

"It's delicious." I told him with a sincere smile.

"It's the one I always make you when you're feeling down, but I perfected it by adding a few drops of honey and milk this time." He said with a sense of pride.

"Well, I love this new specialty of yours." I chuckled gently. "And I hope I'll get to taste it again in the future."

"I'll make you as much as you want. Even when you're not feeling down."

Perhaps it was the sip I had just swallowed, or the syrupy-sweet tone of his voice, but when I heard Richard's words, I felt my throat heat up and spread this heat across my face. Holding tight the mug in my hands, I dared look up and into his honey-colored eyes, sweeter than the honey in my tea. But once I had started staring into them, it was impossible for me to look away; stickier than nectar, they kept me unable to move or fight my way out of them, forcing me to lose myself deeper in them.

And if it had not been for him breaking our stare and looking away, I would have remained stuck into his gaze for all eternity.

"Alright, finish your tea up." He told me as he cleared his throat. "You've gotta rest a little, now."

I blinked a couple of times, pulling myself out of my reveries, and did as I was told. As I took the last sip from my mug, he grabbed the blanket he had brought over and carefully laid it over me, before taking the now-empty cup from my hands.

"If you can, try and take a nap. I know it's still early for sleep, but you've been through a lot tonight, you need to rest. Even just for a short while."

He stood up from the couch, the mug in hand, and turned to me.

"If you need me, or anything, I'll be in my bedroom, all right?"

"All right." I nodded.

As I watched him begin to leave the room, a voice inside of me reached out to him.

"Rich, wait." I suddenly said.

He stopped walking and turned around, only to meet my smiling face.

"Thank you, for everything."

A loving smile took shape on his face at the same time his cheeks got riddled with blush. Turning back around, he flipped the light switch off and headed for his bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room. I lay down across the couch, finding warmth in the cozy blanket covering my body, and closed my eyes with a yawn. As if he was still on the couch with me, I could smell Richard's cologne surrounding me, wrapping me in a feeling of reassurance. Everything around me felt so snug, so homelike, that I fell asleep right away.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt somewhat disoriented, but also revitalized. I reached out for my right jacket pocket and pulled my phone out to look at the time, and saw my good rest had lasted over half an hour. I stretched my arms and legs before slowly rising into a sitting position, and pushed the blanket aside. I rubbed my eyes while yawning then decided to take my phone out once again, this time to check if I had any potential notifications; but before I could even unlock my phone, I was distracted by Richard's voice, conversing with another, awfully familiar one, breaking the silence reigning throughout the entire suite.

I quietly stood up from the couch and as I slowly stepped toward his bedroom, the two voices got louder, deeper, and angrier. Not wanting to interrupt and make my presence known, I stopped around a corner of the wall and observed from afar.

"What's the deal with [Y/N]?" I saw Richard angrily ask the phone he was holding up to his ear.

"What happened between her and I is none of your goddamn business." I recognized Mark's voice on the other side of the line. "Besides, why are you even concerned about that? You should be happy, now she's all yours."

"I have the right to know. And I don't want her to be 'all mine'. She's not a plaything, Mark. You've treated her like a toy for so long, and now you've broken it."

"You think I take pride in what I've done? No, but it was for the best."

Before Richard could add anything else, Mark abruptly hung up on him, putting a forced end to their conversation.

"Bastard..." He murmured to himself as he glared at the phone.

Quietly standing still, I watched him sit down on the edge of his bed, before setting his phone aside and burying his face in his hands; hesitantly, I took a few steps forward and gently knocked on his wide-open bedroom door, revealing myself.

"Rich..." I said in a low voice.

The second he heard the sound of my voice, he looked up and met my eyes, before standing up quickly.

"[Y/N]-" He exclaimed as he walked toward me. "How long have you been up? Are you feeling any better?"

"I am, that nap felt really good." I answered him with a forced smile.

He smiled back at me, but we both knew that neither of our grins was heartfelt: mine slowly vanished as I stared into his eyes intensely.

"Listen, Rich..." I started awkwardly. "I... I heard you talk with Mark over the phone..."

His smile faded away and he instinctively avoided looking into my eyes as he backed off slightly; but I could not bring myself to divert my sight from him, and with the both of us staying silent, I could feel the uneasiness settle between us.

"Do you mind... explaining to me what Mark meant when he said what he said about you?" I shyly spoke up.

Richard exhaled heavily as he grabbed the back of his neck with one hand.

"[Y/N], I..."

He tried to speak, but I could read in him the struggle he was going through to find the right words to use: he did not finish his sentence and instead left it hanging, letting silence take over once more.

"You should be happy, now she's all yours."

This one sentence kept resonating in my head, and the more I was hearing it, the more I was beginning to accept it.

"I know what Mark meant, Rich." I said gently as I took a confident step forward. "But I want to hear it from you."

He finally looked up at me, and before he even said a word, I could read the love in his eyes, and I could feel it spread over to mine.

"I love you, [Y/N]." Richard confessed with a deep breath. "I always have. Since the first time we met, since the very moment I saw you, I've always felt this way about you. And, when you and Mark got together, I promised myself I'd keep my feelings hidden and away. The last thing I wanted was to ruin your relationship by interfering... Mark eventually figured it out a couple of weeks ago."

Listening to him pour his heart out to me, I could feel each and every single one of his words was truly sincere.

"[Y/N]... I'm so sorry to burden you with all this... You shouldn't have to sit through my rambling, after what you've just gone through with Mark-"

"No." I suddenly interrupted him.

His eyes opened wider in surprise, and the gleam visible inside of them was a sign he would have begun shedding a tear if I had not stopped him from talking further. I felt my cheeks flush as I took a step in his direction.

"I... I love you too." I shamefully admitted. "Like you, I always have. Something inside of me triggered when I first talked to you. But... I've always been unsure of my feelings for you, unsure of their true nature... It's always been in and out for me. Then, Mark came pretty early on, so I think my brain just... unconsciously pushed these feelings aside. But they've always been there. They never left."

Staring into his sparkling eyes, I felt the atmosphere surrounding us becoming heavier than ever.

"... I never knew you felt this way about me." I shook my head slowly. "But now, it just feels like it makes all the sense in the world..."

Losing some of my confidence, I looked down at my feet and sighed.

"God, I feel so stupid... I've been oblivious this whole time, I should've seen-"

"[Y/N]." He cut me off gently. "Don't blame yourself, please."

"No, I have my share of responsibility in this, Rich. If I had noticed your feelings for me right away, then... maybe... we could've-"

Before I could finish speaking, my cheeks were cupped by two strong hands, before I felt Richard's lips against mine. The contact of our skins against one another was so sudden, that I could not help but let out a soft, high-pitched moan as we kissed. It was such a passionate kiss, radiating love, yet it felt as though it was the softest I had ever received. Just as my limbs started relaxing and my lips began taking part in the action, Richard pulled away after only a few seconds, leaving a part of me frustrated and wanting more. He shook his head repeatedly as he pressed one of his hands on his forehead.

"Shit- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, this is too soon-" He stuttered.

"No- I mean, yes-" I stammered as well. "But, to be honest... I think we both wanted it to happen."

We awkwardly stared at each other, our bodies still so close, which allowed me to see his slightly blushing cheeks and made my heart flutter.

"And, besides... even if it can't happen now doesn't mean it can't ever happen again at a later time..." I shyly added.

I lowered my gaze a little and delicately grabbed one of his hands with one of mine, before looking back up into his gorgeous eyes.

"When you asked me earlier, I didn't have an answer, but now, I know what I want."

Richard scoffed gently and smiled as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"I'll need some time to heal from Mark, Richard. But I know I'll heal faster with you by my side."

As we held each other's hands, the warm smiles we exchanged made us both understand we were making the promise of being honest with ourselves and each other from there on.

"Then I'll never stray away from you."

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Home Sweet Not Home

Summary: The reader wakes up in bed next to a familiar but oh so strange man...

Pairing: Jensen x hunter!reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Hooo boy enjoy this one!

You felt warm when you began to stir awake. There was a heavy blanket on you that was nice, not out of the ordinary for Dean to pile an extra one on the bed while you were sleeping. You rolled over in bed, smashing your face in a bare chest.

“Morning,” Dean mumbled. His voice wasn’t as deep and you wondered if he was coming down with something. You blinked open your eyes, resting your hands on his chest, running them down briefly before you cocked your head.

“Where’s your tattoo?” you asked carefully, putting your hand on his pec, ready to use your nails in the shifter’s flesh as a distraction. But this Dean was chuckling, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

“S’on my shoulder like always, silly,” he said, yawning and sighing softly. “You okay? You’re tense.”

You shifted your head up, noticing the white headboard, eyes darting around to see soft light colored walls, a large balcony door and a window overlooking a grassy backyard and pool.

“What the…” you said, standing and hopping out of bed, glad that you were at least in the t shirt and shorts you remembered falling asleep in. You went over to the door and pulled it open, Dean out of bed and moving to the other side of the room, hitting something on a white thermostat looking thing.

“Honey,” he said, walking over as you stood on the small balcony, leaning over the railing to look at a patio and some trees. “Y/N. Everything alright?”

“Where…” you asked, Dean sighing.

“We’re in Austin,” he said, running his hand gently over your head. You turned to look up at him, spotting him in a pair of navy boxers that he normally wore.

“Austin?” you asked, his arm sporting the tattoo he mentioned before but it wasn’t an anti-possession one.

“Okay,” he said, gently resting his hands on your shoulders and pulling you back into the very nice bedroom, soft carpet under your toes. He sat you on the bed and kneeled down in front of you. “The doctor said this might happen so that’s why he gave us the list of questions, remember?”

You had no idea what the hell was going on but you just shrugged, this guy very kind for a shifter if he was one.

“Okay. What’s your name?” he asked with a smile.

“Y/N,” you said.

“Your full name, sweetie,” he said, still smiling.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you said, the smile wiping off his face.

“That’s your maiden name,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “S’okay. We’ll keep going. What’s today’s date?”

“Um,” you said, thinking for a moment, Dean cocking his head when you answered.

“That’s right,” he said, forcing a smile on his face. “Does your head hurt, honey?”

“My head? Why would my head hurt?” you asked.

“We were in a car accident two days ago. They were concerned you had a concussion. Last night was the first time you were at home. Do you not remember any of this?” he asked.

“Dean, I don’t-”

“Dean? You know I love a good joke but now is not the time, Y/N,” said Dean. You swallowed hard, Dean putting a hand on your head. “What’s my name?”

“I…” you said, looking around the room for any kind of clue. Something had happened after your witch hunt obviously. Same name, different person. You were still Y/N where ever you were but a different version, paired up with a different Dean that apparently wasn’t named Dean. You were well off if your yard was anything to go off of so you definitely weren’t hunters. “I’m just tired. Sweetie.”

“Nice try. What’s my name?” he asked again.

“Honestly?” you asked. He nodded, curiously looking up at you. “I don’t remember.”

“That’s alright,” he said, very good at hiding the flash of concern that showed up on his face. “Do you-“

A phone started to ring, Not Dean ignoring it in favor for paying attention to you.

“Do you remember how we met at all?” he asked.

“Working a job,” you said, his face twitching up.

“That’s right,” he said, tilting his head.

“I’m sorry. I’m just...messing with you,” you said, the man pouting. He opened his mouth but a doorbell rang somewhere, the man getting to his feet.

“I’ll be right back. Stay here,” he said, walking over to a closed door, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a shirt from the floor as he went. The second he was out of the door you started to look around, trying to find clues about who he was. You could always make a break for it but in pajamas you didn’t think you’d get far, especially with this guy’s sweet husband thing he had going on.

You walked through an open door to a bathroom, cutting through it to find a closet. You sighed, wishing you’d found something with a name until you jogged back to the nightstand, a wallet on top.

“Yes,” you said, ripping it open and pulling out a Texas license. “Okay. Jensen Ackles. 6’ 1”. Organ donor. Well that’s nice and all but I still know nothing.”

You started to dig through the wallet, mostly credit and reward cards, some cash and a business card with a doctor’s name and number. There was a faded picture of him and a woman that looked exactly like you, the worn edges saying it was probably at least five years old.

You put the wallet back when you heard him coming, sitting back in your spot on the bed, trying to seem relaxed.

“Who was at the door, Jensen?” you asked innocently, Jensen lifting his chin.

“Kid up the street. Girl Scout cookies. I ordered you some thin mints,” he said, padding around to the side of the bed, arms crossed. “Don’t pull shit like that again. It’s not funny. You know how freaked I was after the accident.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, his face briefly looking hard before he started to drag his toes through the carpet.

“I get this feeling you’re lying to me,” he said, looking you in the eye. “I’ve known you forever, kiddo. You have that look on your face.”

It’d be easy to lie and make something up. It’d be easy to fake a concussion too. Telling the truth would probably get you thrown in an institution.

Jensen tilted his head and walked over to you suddenly, grabbing your underwear and pulling the band down an inch.

“Hey!” you barked at him, kneeing him hard, Jensen falling to the floor.

“You don’t have a tattoo,” he said, getting to his feet slowly, pressing his thumb against your hip, wiping over your anti-possession one. “That’s real.”

He backed away from you, looking you up and down.

“You would never hit me like that because you know I don’t touch you like that and…” he said, tilting his head as he stared at your leg. “You don’t have a scar on your thigh. What…”

“Jensen...take a breather for me buddy,” you said, Jensen shaking his head. “I can explain.”

“Am I nuts? You’re not my...did I die in that accident? Is this some-“

“Dude! Chill. You’re not dead,” you said, Jensen eyeing you suspiciously. “You’re fine. I’m the one that’s…”

“Not my wife?” he said, closing his eyes. “This is one of those freaky weird dreams that seems super real. That’s what it is. You definitely aren’t-“

“Uh, I’m Y/N,” you said. “Hate to break it to you.”

“I was going to say, Reese,” he said. “You know, the character you play on a tv show. Now would be a great time to tell me this is a very in-depth prank.”

“Me? On TV? I have done some crazy stuff but that…” you said, Jensen nodding his head at you. “You’re freaking out.”

“Just a little,” he said. You hummed.

“I guess I have to give you the civilian talk,” you said.

“The what?” he asked.

“Just take a seat, Jensen.”

_________

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Impatient

Square/s filled: Orgasm denial @jacklesversebingo | FREE @spnkinkevents

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2,080

Summary: Jensen and Y/N attend an industry event, but her impatience to have her way with him leads to him making sure she knows he's still in charge.

Warnings: Swearing, smut: dirty talk, D/s dynamics, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, gags, hair pulling, against the wall, slight degradation, use of 'slut', unprotected sex (wrap it up people), semi-public sex, rough sex, orgasm denial, creampie, fluff.

A/N: A recent group chat about Dom!Jensen has resulted in this. So, happy reading! ;) beta'd by my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean

Jensen picked up a champagne flute as a waiter passed by him, handing it over to Y/N as his arm slipped around her waist and pulled her close. He sipped the whiskey in his other hand as they both looked over the crowd around them, hoping to find some of their friends or even acquaintances at the party. Industry events usually went on for hours, so they had plenty of time to mingle with others later, both of them more than okay with each other for company at that moment. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, showing his appreciation for her shape in the royal blue, strapless dress. He slowly and subtly moved the hand on her waist over her hip, down to the curve of her ass and back to her waist, making her bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I’m really regretting being here,” he husked close to her ear. “Especially with the way you look in this dress.”

Her eyes flicked over the light gray suit he was wearing, her fingers softly flicking the edge of his blue and white pocket square. “I can say the same for you and this suit.”

“Oh, is it doing somethin’ for ya?” he smirked.

“Definitely,” she whispered against his lips, kissing him slowly, suggestively. She needed him desperately and she hoped that they could sneak away somewhere.

Unfortunately for them, someone he had worked on a project with years ago came over to him, both of them catching up. He introduced her and she smiled politely, nodding along with the conversation and laughing at the appropriate times but she wanted this guy to leave as soon as possible, so she could drag her boyfriend into the nearest bathroom. As she watched them, she slowly shifted the side of her upper thigh against his crotch, pressing her lips together in amusement as his hand dug into her hip as a warning. She was in a mood to challenge him, though. She repeated the movement, causing him to glance at her from the corner of his eye as he pulled away from her, slightly.

Jensen and his friend said their goodbyes with promises to catch up, before she said it was nice to meet him and watched him leave. She turned and looked up at Jensen, seeing his eyebrows raised at her.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked, moving closer to her so no one heard them.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, an innocent smile on her face.

She pushed herself into him, her hip rubbing against him once more and making her grin as she felt him twitch under his dress pants. He glared down at her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close enough so that their faces were an inch apart.

“Do that again and you know how this ends, darlin’,” he warned.

She felt her inner walls clench around nothing at his words, a thrill running through her as their gazes locked. His intense glare was taunting her, a silent threat for her to try her luck again and to see what happened. She pressed herself against him, her thigh brushing against his crotch once more, and that was it. He reached for the champagne in her hand and took it, placing that and his whiskey tumbler on the nearest table before he curled his hand around her wrist, leading her out of the huge ballroom where the event was being held. He spotted one of the restrooms at the end of the hallway, the exhilaration building inside her with each step they took towards it.

Jensen opened the door, checking that no one was inside as he turned back and locked it behind her. He pulled Y/N into his arms as they embraced each other, kissing fervently as his hands slid down her back to her waist. She clung to the lapels of his suit as their lips fused together sensually, her touch becoming frenzied as started to pull at his tie with one hand, and open the buttons of his shirt with the other. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her off, walking forward and pressing her up against the tiled wall. She moaned against his lips as she tried to free her hands, desperate to get him out of as many of his clothes as she could. She tried to reach for his belt, causing him to trap her arms once more as he pulled away from the kiss.

“So impatient. You know better than that, Y/N,” he stated, his voice deep and husky as he stared into her eyes. He kept his gaze on her as he reached down and pulled up the hem of her knee-length dress around her waist. “Spread your legs.”

She did as she was told, gulping as she felt his finger pull her black panties to the side. He leaned in close, his lips hovering over hers as he ran his digits through her folds, feeling how wet she was no doubt from the moment she started teasing him. He spread the arousal over her, moving his fingers up to her clit, circling it slowly. She gasped as she shifted her hips closer to him, making him chuckle.

“So fucking desperate,” he muttered, pecking her lips. “You gotta be good if you want my cock, sweetheart. Especially if you want it where my fingers are.”

Along with his words, he pushed two of his thick fingers into her tight heat, her mouth falling open and letting out a loud moan, her hands gripping his covered shoulders, tightly. He thrust them in and out of her, slowly in order to keep her on edge as his thumb flicked over her swollen nub. As he continued his ministrations, short whimpers escaped her, but they increased in volume and he knew he needed a way to keep her quiet. He didn’t want anyone from this event walking in on them, but there was no way he was stopping, either. He pulled his fingers out of her, ignoring the whine that left her as he turned her around to face the wall. Her hands pressed against the tiles as he pulled the pocket square out, holding it to her lips.

“Open up, darlin’,” he ordered, smirking as he shoved it in just as she gasped. “You gotta stay quiet if daddy’s gonna fuck you with people right outside that door.”

She let out a muffled whimper, feeling his hands glide over the smooth skin of her ass as he pulled her hips a little closer. She heard the sound of his zip coming down, her heart beating faster in her chest as the head of his cock nudged against her folds. He took a hold of his thick shaft, his darkened gaze shifting over her as he watched the way she took all of him as he slid into her tight heat. He relished the feeling for only a second, knowing they didn’t have much time before someone came knocking, grinning when he heard a stifled moan leave her. He pulled out completely before he thrusted into her again, continuing in a steady rhythm as he moved deep inside her. He groaned, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, too, but he couldn’t help it when she was clenching around him so perfectly.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight… she’s taking my cock so well, baby girl,” he husked, his hands gripping the flesh of her hips tighter.

Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly around the gag as his hips smacked against her, his cock pounding deep into her and pressing against that spot only he had ever managed to. He chuckled, the sound almost sinister as he leaned into her, his chest right against her back. One of his hands left her hips and moved into her hair, tugging at the roots roughly, causing another shriek of pleasure to come from her, muffled by the pocket square.

Jensen laughed again, keeping his lips close to her ear as his voice became low and gravelly, “Just don’t know how to stay quiet, huh? You really want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me, don’t ya, sweetheart?”

His hips began to increase the pace he had set, slamming harder, faster within her as he chased that sweet release he craved but he had other plans for her. Her breathing was harsh, every short inhale and exhale through her nose burning her lungs as she tried to keep her hands steady on the wall. She was on the edge, her walls clenching around his length with every thrust, ready to hit that peak along with him at any moment.

“Shit, you’re close. Can feel the way you’re squeezing around my cock. Do you think you deserve to cum after what you did?” he asked, his breath fanning against the shell of her ear. “Rubbing against me like that in a room full of people.”

The only response she could really give him in her current state was a pathetic nod, causing him to huff a small chuckle.

“Ah, see. I don’t think so, darlin’. I think only daddy gets to cum right now and then I take you home… and spank this ass raw for thinking you could pull that little stunt.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she mewled in protest, trying to glance back at him but his firm grip around the strands of her hair kept her from turning.

“You can whine all you want. You don’t cum until I let you. Is that clear?” he whispered, nipping at her lobe.

Her shoulders slumped as she nodded again.

He kissed behind her ear, nuzzling his nose against the same spot. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re so perfect… gonna fill your tight little pussy up nice and deep.”

Jensen grabbed her waist, holding her still as his shaft pushed deeper into her. He groaned as he felt her walls tighten around him, causing him to fuck her harder when he felt himself throb inside her. With one last thrust, his neck strained back with a low grunt, the sound rumbling in his chest just as his cock pulsed, spurts of his cum coating her walls. Y/N moaned at the feeling, wishing that she could’ve reached that euphoric end with him, but the warmth of seed would have to satisfy her until they got home. He slowly pulled out of her, allowing her to rest her hands on the wall for support as her legs shook. He cleaned himself up before he pushed his cock back in, zipping up his pants. He moved over to her, taking the pocket square from her mouth and folding it again, hiding the lipstick stains on the fabric as he tucked it into the front pocket of his suit.

He leaned over her, kissing the side of her neck as he reached between her legs, pulling her panties back into place. She turned gently, breathing heavily as they looked at each other. She smiled softly, a soft moan escaping her as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling his cum inside her.

“You okay?” he asked, gently cupping her face in his hand.

“Yeah,” she replied, leaning in and kissing him passionately.

“Good,” he muttered when he pulled away, pulling her dress down for her as their eyes met. “Now you’re gonna be patient with that load inside you, while I talk to a few more people before we leave.”

She almost let out a sigh of protest but his intense gaze stopped her. He grinned as he leaned in, his plump lips brushing against hers as their eyes remained locked on each other.

“Don’t you worry, darlin’,” he started, his voice dropping to that deep timbre once more. “I promise I’ll stick to my word.”

Y/N bit her lip as she dropped her gaze, the anticipation of what he told her he was going to do to her making her core tighten once more. She washed her hands, reapplied her lipstick and then wrapped her fingers around his as he led her out of the bathroom. It wasn’t too long before they left the event, both of them far too impatient not to continue what they had started.

And he definitely stuck to his word as soon as they got home.

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Pairing/Shippy list!

Here's the rules:

1. List your top seven ships

2. Put all of them in order of your love for them; 7 to 1, 1 being your favorite.

3. Name their fandom.

4. Supply photos for said people.

So here we go-

7. Jenson Button x Fernando Alonso [Ship Name: Buttonso / Jensonando]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: Because why not? They have the chemistry, they have the potential, they have their own thing going on every now and then- give me a good reason to not ship these dorks.

6. Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin [ Ship Name: Napollya / Illeon]

Fandom: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. [movie 2015]

Reason: Pure Grumpy x Sunshine trope. Illya is shot tempered and keeps himself isolated most of the time, but Napoleon knows how to get under his skin (👀) and adores his Red Peril to death. I mean, he literally jumped in those deep waters to save his life- what more prrpf do you need?

5. Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen [ Ship Name: Lestappen/Verleclerc ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reason: Seriously? You need a reason? Aren't those subtle touches on Charles' lower back after the podiums, or even when they're close to each other, not enough? Isn't that habit of Max not being able to stand in one place after seeing his favorite Ferrari boy enough? Isn't their inability to not mention each other once in every interview ever enough? They're the definition of "Love is blind"

4. Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher [Ship Name: Makkinen/ Mikael]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: The classic Finn x German trope. They say they're not friends yet can't seem to leave each other alone. They basically defined each other's lives in the sport and outside of it by staying side by side in every battle. A win wouldn't feel like a win to any of them if not snatched by the other one.

3. Carlos Sainz Jr x Lando Norris [ Ship Name: Carlando / Muppet Friends ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: THEY'RE MY COMFORT SHIP!!!! They take care of each other, mention each other everywhere, go on golf dates (and dates) with each other, spend time with each other on family weddings/holidays and even after it's been three years since Carlos switched teams, their bond keeps on getting deeper and deeper. And these two were the ones people initially thought would not get along. They proved everyone wrong, and still are. I personally believe both of them progressed a lot as a personality after meeting each other. Specially in Lando's case- He's a big brother to Oscar now. Carlando for life!

2. Nico Rosberg x Lewis Hamilton [ Ship Name: Brocedes / Rosmilton ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: REASONS??? FOR WHAT EXACTLY??? Both of them come from two totally different worlds and background - one with everything and one with almost nothing. Nico grew up in a lavish lifestyle but he established that friendship doesn't care about your background. It's just friendship. And he had his fair share with Lewis, a little boy from the UK who found a friend in a place and time he least expected to be. They went on vacations together, raced each other as teammates - both in karting and F1, which was a dream they both promised each other of when they were practically babies. But the same dream tore them apart later in life and they're so close and yet so far. And the fact that it's not fictional is just tragic.

Honourable Mentions:

Destiel [ Dean Winchester x Castiel] - Supernatural

Cherik [ Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr]- X-Men Universer

Stony [ Steve Rogers x Tony Stark] - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Johnlock [Sherlock Holmes x John Watson]- The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Hannigram [Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter] - Hannibal.

AND DRUMROLL 🥁

1. Kimi Räikkonen x Sebastian Vettel [ Ship Name: Simi / Kibastian ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: Who else has ever had the ability to make the Iceman smile bar the little unhinged sassy German that we all love and worship the most? Kimi is so comfortable with his surroundings when around Seb and actually laughs and speaks by his own will! They both spend time playing badminton and Kimi actually addresses Seb as his friend. Like- is this a dream? IT'S REAL!!!! Get yourself someone who smiles at you the way they both smile at each other. And after all- it's Sebastian. You can't resist his charm- no one can ✨

Like look at them:

Uff. This was a long post but I enjoyed it. Thanks a lot to everyone who read it to the end.

I'd like to tag @thatquirkycookie, @sebbuh , @wdkzms, @rednyx-sf, @muppet-friends and @sainzinnorris to participate. And anyone who sees this post and wants to do this obviously. No pressure though. Do it only if you feel like it!

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chapter nine: FIND a HIDDEN MEANING

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch and the Watcher.

CW: supernatural themes, mention of death, mentions of vehicular accident, mentions of motorcycle accident, ptsd, bodily injury, religious trauma, angst, blood, alcohol consumption

Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/N: Some things are color-coded. If any of you are colorblind lemme know. 

Noah and I had swept the perimeter of my house and property, checking to see if anything else had been left behind. Nothing was out of place, but that didn’t stop Nick from worrying. Nothing I did or said seemed to stop him.

"I'm sure it's not intentional. Maybe they were driving around, saw my house, and stuck the flier in my door when they realized I wasn't home," I said to a tense Nick, who was thumbing through all the papers I had brought from the library yesterday.

Jesus fuck, that had been yesterday. So much had happened in just twenty-four hours, and I was just… rolling along with it. Nick, Noah and their group, and now a possibility of the reemergence of the Cult that destroyed their lives? A year ago, I might’ve run away. Now, I might be becoming a part of their crew.

“We’re not gonna take that chance,” Nick said, whether to me or himself, I wasn’t sure. “This whole town knows we hung out. If they know about the Watcher, then they know what I can do. They might think you know just by associating with me.”

“Well…” I trailed off. They wouldn’t be wrong.

My eyes fell onto the flier that stood out amidst the stark white papers.

PRESERVATION OF VESSELS

We are all perfect Vessel's, no more worthy than the rest. A perfect Vessel exists to serve the Divine Power. We must offer up our Souls to be Hollowed and imbued with His Grace. Each member of our Family shall serve in a way that best suits their potential. All shall live for the coming of the Great Singularity, as all become One and reach True Enlightenment.

The Children of the Revered Father fear not the pursuit of His Grace, for our purpose is pure and resolute. The Children of the Revered Father fear not the quest for knowledge, for our path has been cleared of peril and strife. The Children of the Revered Father fear not that life in thrall, for our Souls exist to serve the Divine Power.

“Maybe the name is a coincidence?” I said, though my voice betrayed how I thought of that idea. Nick’s look that he shot out of the corner of his eyes said the same.

“If you’re trying to make me feel better about this situation, it’s not working.” He turned back to the table, putting his chin in the palm of his hand.

I frowned as I got up and limped over to my kitchen window. Noah had run off to tell Jolly and Nick Folio about the situation, promising to return with a plan at some point. I had caught the look in his black eyes: the plan would most likely involve death, which I didn’t know if I was down for.

Of course I shouldn't be down for that. Shouldn't I? Even if that meant the possibility of losing…

I shook my head vigorously to get rid of that train of thought, like my brain was an etch-a-sketch and shaking it would erase the Bad Thoughts. I grabbed three beers out of the fridge. I left one bottle outside on the offering plate; a small conciliatory gesture that I hoped Noah would understand. Then I limped from the front door over to the couch.

“Are you okay?” Nick asked, looking me up and down as I handed him a bottle.

“Yeah, it’s just all that walking is taking its toll on my hip.” I winced as I collapsed back onto the cushion. I nearly moaned into the bottle in relief as the pressure was lifted.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I forgot about that,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have taken you out there.”

“Nick, there’s no way I would’ve stayed here after last night. I would've followed you, and I probably would've gotten lost again," I said. “And if I would’ve been home, then I would’ve come face to face with those people.”

He groaned. “Don’t remind me.” He took a swig. “I mean, you could’ve at least told me you were hurting.”

I snorted in amusement. “What would you have done? Carry me?” I asked. The image flashed through my head, and I had to turn away from Nick to hide my flushed face.

“You probably wouldn’t hear the end of it from Noah,” he chuckled. I groaned at the thought of him laughing at me in my mind.

He absentmindedly picked up a page and glanced over it. “He’s probably still mad at me for yelling at him.” He looked up at me. “Noah doesn’t like being yelled at, even if he knows he’s done something wrong.”

“Like when an innocent person trips and hits their head?”

“Exactly,” He sighed. He let the paper slip through his fingers. It was about the rhyme I had found about “The Towering Man.” Nick let his head fall back onto the back of the couch, and stared up at the ceiling. “I can understand if you don’t want to stay here anymore.”

It took me a second to remember that Noah and I had conversed in our minds, not spoken aloud with Nick. I just assumed that Noah had told him. “I’m not leaving,” I stated. Nick actually looked at me like I was crazy. “I’m not moving back to Newport. No creepy forest cults can make me do that.”

Nick straightened up, a movement that took me off-guard. “Was it really just your brother's death that made you move to the other side of the state? Or was it something more?”

My mouth popped open slightly. “H-How did–”

“You’re not the only one who did some research,” he said.

I racked my brain for the possibility of how he found out, when it finally hit me. “You… you looked up my brother's obituary?” I asked, my voice stammering.

“I got curious. I wasn’t going to say anything about it until now,” he said, “but you happened to leave out the part where your parents were in the same accident.”

My throat constricted as the blood rushed to my face. “Then you probably saw that Taylor isn’t—“

“I don’t care about that. That’s not who you are to me," he said, putting his hand over mine. I stared down at the shark tattoo on the back of his hand. “But I can guess where you got the name from, and I think it’s a sweet reason. I just can’t understand why you would rather be here than—“

“Cause I couldn’t stand the emptiness, okay?!” I blurted out, my voice coming out louder than I wanted. I stood up quickly. “All my family was gone in an instant, and I was left by myself to pick up the pieces!”

“Hey, Tay, I didn’t mean to—“ Nick paused, taking in my stance. That’s when I realized my breathing was labored, and I could feel my eyes starting to mist.

I took a deep breath. “It’s fine - I’m fine,” I stated, holding up a hand. “I just… I wasn’t expecting this.”

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, and I felt he meant it in more ways than one.

A painful silence fell between us. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of my emotions. "It was a freak accident,” I blurted out.

I heard the couch creak as the words tumbled out. "I think a car was changing lanes and didn't see my parent's car. I don't remember a whole lot, but I remember hitting one of the cars and being thrown off the bike. I remember–"

"Taylor, you don't have to–" he tried to interrupt.

"--crawling along the road, breaking my fingernails in the asphalt as I tried to reach Mike–" I couldn't stop talking.

"Taylor–"

"--the smell of blood from his cracked–"

"TAYLOR!”

I startled, feeling a sharp pain in my biceps. As Nick pulled my hands away from my arms, I realized I had dug my fingernails into them hard enough to draw blood. With Nick's shout and sudden presence in front of me, I relaxed.

"You're bleeding. "

"S' fine," I mumbled, my adrenaline rush leaving me shaking. Nick pulled me back to the couch, making me sit down. He gently rubbed the marks with the sleeve of his flannel shirt, wiping away the blood. Luckily, the marks were shallow and had pretty much stopped bleeding immediately.

While he did that, I absentmindedly played with the string on my pinky. “Do I keep this on forever? Or can I cut it off?” I asked, holding my hand up. I couldn't look at his face. This was the third time I had a flashback in the last 24 hours, and I knew that if I looked up at him, I would lose it at the slightest inconvenience.

Despite my fiddling, the string stayed put. It must've been made of strong stuff, having survived the hike over the trees and rocks. “Here, lemme take it off. Cutting it is bad luck,” he said. His hands moved from my arms to my finger; his fingertips lightly dragging over my skin. Taking my hand, he untied the knot with swift, precise fingers. I felt exactly the same as when he had tied it on.

When the string was off, I was surprised to feel like it was still there. Like a phantom string, a thread of gold tying us together.

“Taylor?”

My eyes snapped up to his face, and I realized that he had been watching me this entire time with eyes clear as glass. “Y-yeah?” I asked, voice cracking. I was afraid that he was going to say something about the previous fifteen minutes, and I really didn't want to cry in front of him.

Anything I had been thinking about or feeling flew out the moment his mouth had pressed to mine. The accident, the monsters, the cult; everything. The universe had come to a complete stop, and nothing else mattered except this.

There was hardly any time for me to register what he was doing before he leaned down and placed his lips on mine.

I inhaled sharply, but when Nick cupped my face in his hands, my eyelids fluttered closed. The small amount of moisture in my eyes rolled down my cheeks, collecting on his thumbs. I found myself mimicking the motion of his lips, tilting my head by a few degrees.

Every sense of mine felt elevated. My cheeks felt like fire under his touch. The gentle scrape of his stubble against my chin. The taste and softness of his lips. The feeling of his flannel shirt as i slid my hands up to his shoulders.

He was the one to pull away first, and I almost fell forward as I tried to catch my breath. I felt his forehead press against mine as he tried to do the same.

“‘M sorry… if I went too… far,” he panted, leaning back. I felt myself lean forward, as if my body was somehow tied to his. I even felt a pang of loneliness as he parted from me.

I slowly opened my eyes, and when I looked up into his, grey with flecks of blue and green that were almost obliterated by the dilation of his pupils, it finally hit me that nothing was going to ever be the same again.

And I was fine with it.

I shook my head. “No, you didn’t go too far. You didn’t go too far at all,” I babbled almost incoherently. “In fact, you didn’t go far enough.”

The dumbfounded look in his eyes almost made me laugh, killing the moment, but then his lips were crashing back onto mine again, and that chuckle quickly turned into a sigh.

Absolutely fine with it.

Tysm for reading! Next chapter coming soon!

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(last updated 10/22/22)

Hello, I’m Ruby! I’m a 23 y/o plus sized gal who likes to write steamy stories that mostly star my current obsessions *cough* Sebastian Stan & Chris Evens *cough* I often write PlusSize!Reader fics bc curvy babes are gorgeous, gorgeous, girls<3 Currently I’ve been on a dark!fic kick so keep that in mind if u don’t like those topics. Warnings are listed for each fic. Please feel free to talk to me or send me a request, if you want to know if I write for a certain character, just ask! I always appreciate feedback so plz comment, like, reblog, send me a hand written review-or all of the above! I cross-post on my AO3 Ruby_Nation but my works should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

🥵 = smut 😈 = dark fic 🥰 = fluff 😭 = angst 

Steve Rogers (MCU)

Happy Birthday Mr. America (Drabble) 🥵

Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader

A steamy drabble in honor of Chris Evans’ 41st B-day!

The Best Part of Waking Up (One Shot) 🥵

PA! Steve Rogers x Dom!Boss! Reader 

His boss may not be a morning person, but it’s up to Steve to get you to work on time. Things don’t exactly go the way he expects, though.

Bucky Barnes (MCU) /Sebastian Stan

Hard To Handle (One Shot, rpf) 😈 🥵

Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x Plus Size!Handler!Reader

You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.

When Words Fail (One Shot) 😭 🥰 🥵ish 

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Who said running away from your problems couldn’t solve them? Well, Bucky sure didn’t seem to appreciate it.

Sleeping With A Friend (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭

Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.

Wanna Be Yours (One Shot?) 🥰 😭

Sugar baby!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

You don’t have a problem letting Bucky see other people, but Bucky wants to tell you that you’re all he wants.

Touch Me (Drabble) 😭

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Random angsty late night drabble

Moon Knight Boys (MCU)

I Saw Him Standing There (In Progress Series) *Hiatus* 

Marc Spector x reader, eventual Steven Grant x reader

Marc Spector has become somewhat of a regular at your (very legitimate and not at all illegal) business-much to his chagrin. When three months roll by with no word from your grumpy “friend” you decide to search him out. What you discover has you baffled.

Series Masterlist

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Actions Have Consequences (Drabble) 😈 😭

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Lloyd is so happy to have you home, but he needs to show you what happens when you don’t listen to his rules.

Front Row Seat (One Shot) 😈 🥵 😭

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size!Reader

Lloyd gives you something to do while he’s getting information out of his target–keep his cock nice and warm.

Put On The Costume  (Drabble) 😭 😈

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Late night angsty drabble 💍

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

What’s In A Name? (One Shot) 😭 🥰

Soft!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size!Reader

You finally tell Ransom how much you hate the nickname he gave you.

So You Want To Tango? (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭

Stepbro!Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Plus Size!Reader 

All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

Castiel Novak (Supernatural)

Kiddo (Modern Day AU Completed Series) 🥰 😭 🥵

 Older Bro’s Best Friend!Castiel x College Student!Reader

What can a girl do when the guy she’s loved since middle school still calls her “Kiddo”? Well, maybe a night no one expected and a few too many drinks can change everything

Pt.1

 Pt. 2 

 Pt. 3 🥵

Jack Kline (Supernatural)

Baking With The Devil’s Son (One Shot) 🥰

Jack Kline x Reader Platonic Relationship

It’s Jack’s birthday and you’re gonna make sure it’s a celebration to remember! Which means you get to deal with baking the cake. Jack does have some concerns about your expertise, though. (For @squirrel-moose-winchester Crack Fic Challenge. My prompt was ‘Jack Asks Questions’)

#Masterlist #My writing #rubynationwins #bucky barnes #castiel #castiel novak #jack kline #Marvel #marvel fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #fanifiction #steve rogers #the gray man #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #mcu #steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x plus size reader #plus size reader #Chris Evans #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #dark!sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #plus size character #plus size reader insert #plus size!reader #Knives Out #ransom drysdale

[glygriffe]

Fic Rec for February

I feel like I have expanded my reading horizons a little this month. Still mostly short one-shots, but you'll find some multi-chapters fics in there. And even a bit of smut to celebrate the Lovers' holiday.

Gen

To the Wonder of All Things: A story of Castiel and his relationship with humanity, and most of all, love, by @hauntedpearl/The Purple Starflower on AO3. With a nice characterization of The Empty/The Shadow, and a peak at Castiel's past. (Castiel x Dean)

Untitled: Season 7 Second-person POV on all kinds of love. When you are not good with words, objects take a different meaning. A delightful short piece of writing (149 words) by @pinknatural (Dean x Castiel, Dean & others)

Toothbrush : A little untitled slice of bunker life by @starcrosseddeancas but since it’s about a toothbrush… (Dean x Castiel)

Dancing Dean: @thoughtslikeaminefield favourite short they wrote. Cute and wholesome. (Dean & teenage female hunter)

Reciprocus: a weechester story (a wee Dean story, really) by @thoughtslikeaminefield It’s about survival but not in a gruesome way. It’s about how a teacher can leave a mark.

Teen and Up

In the Woods: A mystery story with a mute Dean and a hurt Castiel that might develop into something else. By @amemipiacitu

You Aren't Going Without Me: A finale fix-it by @bobwess where Jack is the main character. I read it in December in the Prompted fic; it's worth putting here again now that it's its own story.

Dean's Demise in Flower Pics: A safe-for-work story all in suggestions... and beautiful flower pics by @cloverhighfivewritestoo. Discovered thru Fishing for Treasure (Dean x Castiel)

Mature/Explicit

If we make it through December: Donna wants the Winchester brothers to live Christmas with loved ones. A multi-chapter story written by @thoughtslikeaminefield as a secret Santa gift. Start cute and awkward, with a steamy finish. (Donna x Dean)

Something about fate: something I rarely read: an RPF, a reader insert, and a WIP. And yet here we are! With a theme of homelessness that shakes things up a little. By @jawritter (Jensen x Reader)

Fanfics (or fics) not Supernatural related

Bonne Chance, Fat Chance: an incursion into the Bon Cop Bad Cop (2006 movie) universe, by Thea M on AO3. For a little Canadian-ness and the same type of humor that made David and Martin popular. (No pairing)

End of the Road: A look into Paradise that is not what you expected with family feels but even more crack! by @verobatto on AO3. (Original work; no pairing)

The Girl who Waited Rewrite: Just as the title says; a cute rewrite of the Doctor Who episode with the 11th Doctor, Amy, and Rory, where communication works, so it's short! By TheDinosAreBack on AO3.

Untitled Collective Work: From the prompt "Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up" by @writing-prompt-sI. f you want to read something so beautiful it makes you cry. (No pairing)

Canary: A Stranger Things post-season 4 AU where Eddie lived and Steve realised 1986 is not his year. By the marvelous Astra_Wards on AO3. It's a WIP, but I know it's worth it because I read Supernatural stuff from them before and those stories were amazing! (Steve x Eddie)

Happy Val: Because I could not do a February rec list without at least one Valentine’s Day fanfic, here is some pure fluff from the MCU: a one-shot coffee shop AU featuring Steve Rodger and a shy Reader, by @darsynia (Steve Rodger x Reader)

#rec list #ao3 recs #supernatural recs

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Jensen Ackles RPF Masterlist

So Close

Jensen Ackles is thousands of miles away from McKayla’s normal life, both figuratively and literally. Jensen is sure they can work things out, but McKayla is less sure that they can get through things and keep her heart intact.

Love and Lying Pt. 1 Love and Lying Pt. 2 (Series complete)

Series of One Shots with Jensen and Hairstylist!reader

The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair

Who’s Blushing Now? (A Sequel to The Art of Creating... - can be read alone.)

Like Waves in the Ocean (Third part of the story above - can be read alone.)

Exclusively Yours (Fourth and final part of the saga above - can be read alone, better read together. 😊)

Series of One Shots with Jensen and Virgin!Reader

If You Teach a Girl to Kiss...

Y/N has never been kissed, on screen or off and now she's expected to kiss the sexiest man ever in their upcoming scene. How is she going to manage?

2. ...She'll Be Back to Learn About Hickeys

Y/N is excited to continue her lessons in...um...anatomy with Jensen. So, excited in fact that she barely gets in his front door before school is in session.

3. Teaching How to Touch

After a lovely dinner and some good conversation, Y/N is ready to move on to the next part of the evening, and Jensen is ready to teach her some of the more unexpected ways to bring pleasure to your partner.

4. Lessons in Antici--pation

Jensen and Y/N are moving things to the bedroom.

5. How to Pass the Oral

Y/N wants to make Jensen feel the same pleasure she has, can Jensen teach her to give that pleasure while receiving it?

6. How to Pass the Final

The time has come to put the lessons to the test

Drawing a Line on the Carpet

It's Y/N's first time alongside Jensen on the red carpet. She feels pretty exposed, but things could be worse, and they just might end up that way.

Playing in a Safe Space

Y/N is incredibly excited to be working on her favorite TV show, Supernatural! But what happens when one scene hits a bit too close to home?

Father Figure

Y/N looks up to Jensen a lot, so when he yells at her out of nowhere one day on set, she's heartbroken.

What Do You Say?

On the worst day of her life, Y/N gets solace from two of her favorite people in the world.

Won't Leave You Alone

Y/N is lost without her mom, grief is pulling her under and overwhelming her life. She doesn't want to deal with anything. What can Jensen and Jared do to help?

Two Heroes, No Capes

Y/N is in trouble, and she knows just who to call for help.

The green-eyed, Green-Eyed Monster

Y/N decides to get back at Jensen for walking away from her, by reminding him just what he's missing out on.

The Sexiest Bedroom Scene Ever

Y/N is determined to make Jensen get some sleep, even if other ideas keep popping into her head. And his.

How to Fix You

When darkness overtakes you, Jensen needs to make things right.

I See You

His eyes won't leave her body, he needs to see her pleasure.

Beautiful text dividers created by @firefly-graphics and @talesmaniac89

#jensen ackles #jensen ackles rpf #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles smut

[perplexedflower]

Masterlist

Works per fandom

Supernatural: 20 works (+ 1 RPF).

Professor Layton: 4 works.

Resident Evil: 4 works.

WWE: 3 works.

My Hero Academia: 2 works.

La storia della Arcana Famiglia: 2 works.

Jericho: 1 work.

Ace Attorney: 1 work.

Gravity Falls: 1 work.

Supernatural

Lucifer:

Let’s Just Watch The Sky (One shot).

No Way Out (Drabble).

Pacify (Drabble).

New Emotions (Drabble).

It Takes Two To Hunt (Drabble).

Crowley:

Love On The Rocks - Chapter 1 (5-chapter fanfiction).

Love On The Rocks - Chapter 2 (5-chapter fanfiction).

Love On The Rocks - Chapter 3 (5-chapter fanfiction).

Love On The Rocks - Chapter 4 (5-chapter fanfiction).

Love On The Rocks - Chapter 5 (5-chapter fanfiction).

What We Do In The Shadows (One shot).

Confessions Of Lust And Sin (One shot).

Hesitation (Drabble).

Control (Drabble).

Denial (Drabble).

Choices (Drabble).

Gabriel:

Kitchen Make Up (Drabble).

Castiel:

I’m Only Flesh And Blood (One shot).

Sam Winchester:

Marry On My Wayward Son (One shot).

Night Talk (Drabble (Platonic)).

Real Identities (Drabble (Platonic)).

Nightmares From The Past (Drabble (Platonic)).

Dean Winchester:

Company (Drabble (Platonic)).

Real Identities (Drabble (Platonic)).

Beers And Rock (Drabble).

Nightmares From The Past (Drabble (Platonic)).

Richard Speight Jr.:

Last Floor To My Heart (One shot).

Professor Layton

Hershel Layton:

Weathering The Storm (One shot).

Dancing On Air (One shot).

Running Out Of Steam (Mini one shot).

En Garde (Mini one shot).

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield:

Arms Warm Like A Cigarette (One shot).

Something Familiar (One shot).

Radio Silence (Mini one shot).

Night Thoughts (Mini one shot).

WWE

Dean Ambrose:

Don't Go Baking My Heart (One shot).

Seth Rollins:

Never Too Late For Love (One shot).

Roman Reigns:

Rain On Your Pillow (One shot).

My Hero Academia

Shōta Aizawa/Eraserhead:

Someone I Used To Love (One shot).

Kai Chisaki/Overhaul:

Overhaul Headcanons.

La storia della Arcana Famiglia

Debito:

Debito Fluff Alphabet - A.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - B.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - C.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - D.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - E.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - F.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - G.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - H.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - I.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - J.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - K.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - L.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - M.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - N.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - O.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - P.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - Q.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - R.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - S.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - T.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - U.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - V.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - W.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - X.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - Y.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - Z.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - A.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - B.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - C.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - D.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - E.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - F.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - G.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - H.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - I.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - J.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - K.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - L.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - M.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - N.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - O.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - P.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - Q.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - R.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - S.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - T.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - U.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - V.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - W.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - X.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - Y.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - Z.

Jericho

Bill Koehler:

Laws Of Love - Chapter 1 (5-chapter fanfiction).

Laws Of Love - Chapter 2 (5-chapter fanfiction).

Laws Of Love - Chapter 3 (5-chapter fanfiction).

Laws Of Love - Chapter 4 (5-chapter fanfiction).

Laws Of Love - Chapter 5 (5-chapter fanfiction).

Ace Attorney

Dick Gumshoe:

In The Lap Of Luxury (One shot).

Gravity Falls

Stanford Pines:

Connection (One shot).

[focusfixated]

Fic First Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

tagged by @hallo-catfish and was DELIGHTED to read their compilation too. there is something SO good about a good first line, and the amount of work it does to bring you in.

what i learnt from looking through this is that i apparently fucking love an establishing shot and mentioning the weather.  

1. the stark & raving world | supernatural: The technicolor of the stark and raving world rushes in, smells like ammonia and baked asphalt.

2. crazy over you & me | ofmd rpf: The hipster café was all steamed oat-milk and oven-baked patisserie smells, and from the sunny pavement outside, Nathan was waiting.

3. we were the same | ofmd: The Republic of Pirates is gleaming under a red and bloody sun.

4. in the dark & blue | ofmd: After two weeks of tense quarantine, of Edward alone in his cabin speaking to no one, the patently ridiculous attempts at avoidance on a ship the size of a modest two-bedroom house grow tiring, so Stede asks Edward to take tea with him.

5. i hope i find my home | it: The peak of summer is long gone, if it ever came, but the funk of stagnant air still hangs low over the suburban streets.

6. shiver & sing | ofmd: Izzy Hands kneels in supplication to a man who loathes him.

7. where the ocean meets the land | ofmd: The ship is anchored in the warm shallows of an island, and night has crept in like a wide, purple bruise.

8. fin de l’averse | disco elysium: It keeps raining. Under shelter, a fog spreads inside the windows of the Whirling-in-Rags.

9. le temps qu’il faut | disco elysium: Snow blows in from the east. It falls on Martinaise, thickening the frigid air like cornstarch.

10. avoir trente ans | matthias & maxime: They end up in Verdun, in the weeds of L’île-Des-Sœurs, as good a place as any to drive down to from Montréal Nord.

tagging IF YOU WANT @justlikeeddie, @pinehutch, @trinityofone, @lyriclstill and anyone else who wants to do it.

#ofmd #disco elysium #it #matthias & maxime #my fic #writing

[wayward-dreamer]

Just For Tonight

Square/s Filled: Doggystyle @spnaubingo | One night stand @anyfandomkinkbingo | Touching under the table @jacklesversebingo

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4,510

Summary: On a night out after a hectic work conference, Jensen was only looking for a quick drink before he returned home the next day. He clearly wasn't looking for more than that, but he definitely welcomed it once he met Y/N.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people), rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.

A/N: It's been a while since I've written a Jensen fic, so here you go! Happy reading and hope you enjoy :) beta'd by my love @hintsofhoney

Jensen flicked open the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt as he walked into the pub, looking for a place to sit. Given that it was a busy night, he found a spot left at the bar, taking it immediately. His co-worker, Dan, had already ditched him back at the hotel, having found a blond woman he had been interested in talking to the entire conference. He sighed as he sat on the stool, his green eyes scanning over the people there, the hectic schedule of the last three days taking a toll on him. He was more than ready for a hard drink, or a few, before heading home the next day. The conference had been incredibly draining, and he was officially done being concerned with numbers and figures until he was back in the office on Monday.

Dan had wished him well in the hopes to find someone to spend the night with, but Jensen wasn’t thinking about that, even at all. It’s not that he never hooked up, he did. He just didn’t do it as often as his friend or other coworkers did. He had concentrated so hard on getting to a higher position at the company that he didn’t really find time to let loose once and a while. After the last three days with seminars dedicated to investment banking and financial services, however, he needed a break from the numbers swirling around in his head.

He looked around the room once more as he sipped his drink, and it wasn’t long before his eyes landed on a back corner table. It was a group of four women, laughing as they chatted about something, but he was only taken with one of them. From what he could see, she was wearing a black dress that came to just above her knees, the sleeves lace with the trim ending at her forearms. She giggled as she sipped a pink drink from a martini glass, causing him to smirk as he thought about his next move. He shifted around to get the bartender’s attention again, asking him to send a drink to the mystery woman’s table, the one she had ordered.

Jensen watched as the man behind the bar mixed it together before pouring it into a glass, sending it with one of the waiters towards the table. The women all looked up in surprise as the drink was placed on the table in front of her, the waiter gesturing to the bar before he left. Jensen’s eyes met hers from across the room, hers narrowing slightly as she looked between him and the glass in front of her. He watched in amusement as her friends whispered and nudged her, no doubt telling her to go over to him. He decided to make it an easier decision, getting up from the stool with his drink, pushing his way past people.

He smiled as he reached the table, standing right in front of her as their gazes remained locked on each other. “Figured I’d come over and say hi, rather than remain the mysterious stranger that bought you a drink.”

“Well, I almost came over, but I don’t know,” she started, glancing at the crowd before she looked up at him again. “Are you worth braving through that many people for?”

“Do I get to prove myself?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She bit her lip as she continued to stare at him. He found himself wanting to be the one biting that lip, and little did he know she was thinking about the same thing at that moment. He had caught her eye the minute he walked in with his friend, and once he was alone she almost bought him a drink, before he beat her to the punch.

“Sure,” she replied, sliding into the booth a little to make room for him. She turned to her friends who were paralyzed in their places as they gawked at him, tilting her head towards the restrooms, a silent plea to them to leave her alone for a few minutes.

She watched them pick up their purses as they left, laughing slightly just as he did once their eyes met again.

“Jensen,” he said, offering his hand.

She smiled, placing her hand in his. “Y/N.”

“So, can I trust you with this?” she asked, holding up the new drink.

He reached for the stem, plucking it out of her hands and bringing the rim of the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip. He cringed at the taste as his features scrunched up, causing her to cackle at his face. The sound was infectious, making him join in as he passed the drink back to her. Between the glint in his eye and the sound of his hearty laugh, she was already willing to call an end to the night and see if he wanted to come over to her apartment.

“The only thing that’s guilty of is being too sweet,” he husked, as he picked his own glass and took a sip, changing the taste in his mouth. “But yeah, you’re good.”

“Thank you,” she said, simply as she sipped it.

“No problem,” he stated, unable to look anywhere else but at her. She was beautiful, and could very well be way out of his league, but nothing had to happen beyond whatever happened tonight.

He told her he was in finance, she told him she was an architect, and they both explained all the challenges that came with those jobs. She had a dog, and he had no pets considering he traveled for work so much. They went back and forth in conversation, smiles, flirtatious looks and light touches of hands passing between them. She leaned closer to him, her eyes drifted over his suit and up into his green orbs, just as her heeled foot grazed up the side of his calf under the table. She smiled softly, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip once more as she shivered at the feel of his fingertips brushing over her knee. His hand slid onto her thigh, over the fabric of her dress as his gaze drifted down to her mouth.

“Well, not to burst this bubble so soon, but… I leave tomorrow,” he informed her, frowning.

She hummed, nodding slowly. “Guess this is over before it even started, huh?

He shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers as his fingers swirled over her skin, at the edge of her dress. “We've got plenty of hours to pass before then, darlin’.”

A soft moan escaped her at the drawl of his words, and she had to try and calm down. This man was going to be the end of her, she knew it already. She had a brief thought about her own behavior because she never acted like this. It had only been about half an hour that they had been talking, and she was already ready to leave with him. She was never this quick to go home with strangers, but the second he walked into the bar she knew she needed to find a way to get him to her apartment and out of the suit he was wearing, fast. So, fuck how impulsive she was being in that moment, because that was exactly what she was going to do.

Jensen was thinking about the same thing. He wasn’t one to rush things like this, but he needed to know what she felt like and how many times he could make her come apart. He really needed to know.

“M-My apartment’s about 20 min-” she started to tell him but was cut off by a gasp, just as his hand slipped under her dress and rested on her thigh, his palm burning against her skin.

“My hotel’s a block from here,” he countered.

She shifted back slightly, smiling up at him. “Lead the way.”

They finished their drinks off in quick swigs, before they both got up from the table and made their way to the bar. She told her friends what was going on, promising to text once she was going home, whether it was tonight or the next morning. She hoped it was the latter. They watched as he paid their tab as well as his, genuinely impressed as one friend wiggled her eyebrows at her. They said their goodbyes as they parted ways outside, before she turned to him. He smirked as he held his hand out for her to take, a warm feeling settling in her belly as she thought about all the things he could possibly do to her.

“Shall we?”

The keycard beeped against the lock, the door opening as Y/N was pushed into the room, Jensen’s plump lips fused to hers in a rough kiss. He kicked the door closed behind him, dropping the card on the floor as she let go of her purse and jacket, trying not to stumble over them. He grabbed her hips, pulling her close as her hands gripped his white shirt tight, the buttons straining as she clenched the material. She started to unbutton it as she kissed him, but he took her hands in his, pulling back and staring deep into her eyes, panting harshly. He reached behind her and pulled at the zip of her dress, peeling it down her shoulders to reveal her black, lace bra. Once her arms were free, he held her close as he walked her back further into the room.

A small smile pulled at her lips, her heart racing at the thought of where this could go. She hummed as he pulled her dress down her body quickly, pushing it down along with her black, lace thong, allowing her to step out of it as it pooled around her feet. She glanced down briefly, suddenly feeling nervous with how exposed she was, but a gentle, hooked finger under her chin had their eyes meeting again. She felt her fears melting away instantly, which surprised her considering she had only known him for half an hour.

“Eyes on me,” he instructed, voice deep and husky as he leaned in, his lips hovering close to hers. “I want to see you lose control while I take you apart.”

“Fuck,” she breathed, biting her lip.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, darlin’?” he asked, lightly nipping at her jaw. “Want me to ruin you with my fingers?”

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered.

He smirked, letting his hands slide down her back and land on the curve of her ass. He skimmed his palms over the flesh, raising one before he brought it down, hard enough for her to let out a small yelp of surprise. He chuckled, the sound a little sinister but a chill ran through her hearing it. He lightly pushed her arms, seeing her drop back on the bed with a giggle. He took her heels off her feet, shifting away from her as he undressed. She watched him as he stripped off his suit and shirt, feeling her core tighten at the reveal of his incredible torso, her hands already itching to hold onto his broad shoulders. He moved in, hovering over her as he kissed along her neck, her eyelids fluttering as they struggled to remain open. His warm hands drifted over her body, one drifting down to her breasts and pulling the cups of her bra down, as the other slipped between her legs. She gulped as she felt his thick fingers slide between her folds, a small grunt leaving him when he felt her.

“So wet for me already,” he remarked, meeting her gaze as he lightly pinched her nipple between his fingers.

She couldn’t help the moan that fell from her lips, shifting into his touch as he licked and nipped at her pulse, while his fingers continued to run over her, his thumb flicking over her clit. Just as the digits slid into her tight heat, her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. He pumped them slowly at first, groaning as she grinded against him, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. His fingers picked up the pace a little, his thumb running circles over the swollen nub just as his other hand rolled the pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, fuck, y-yeah,” she moaned, wantonly.

She was trying not to close her eyes, to take in the way his eyes focused on her, but it was difficult. She wanted to lose herself in the feeling.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my fingers, sweetheart,” he husked, looking down at her. “You look so beautiful, just like this, ready to come undone.”

“P-Please, I need-” she pleaded, struggling to find the words.

“Oh, I know what you need, darlin’,” he whispered, smirking. “But first, you gotta cum on my fingers, and only when I say you can.”

She whimpered as he worked them faster, the blissful feeling from his actions spreading through every part of her body. She clung to the covers, a soft whine escaping her as she grinded against him, wanting more. She hissed as he applied a harder pressure to her breast, his green orbs dark with lust as he shook his head.

“Do that again and this’ll be over,” he warned. “Only when I say you can and not a second sooner. Got it?”

“Yes,” she gulped.

“Good,” he breathed, grinning as he continued his ministrations while he spoke to her. “You’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me, aren’t ya?”

She nodded, unable to trust her voice to work at that moment. A wicked glint sparkled in his green eyes as they looked at each other, his face barely an inch from hers as her ragged breaths fanned against his lips.

“That’s right,” he smirked. “Can feel how close you are, sweetheart. Wanna feel you gush all over my fingers, and then… then I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, make you feel it for days.”

“Oh, fuck!” she cried.

She felt her walls clenched around his fingers, just as her core tightened and she knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before she fell over the edge. He continued to tweak her nipple between his fingers, working his other hand into her sex, his thumb flicking over the bundle of nerves, faster and faster as he felt her arousal against the pads of his fingers.

“Cum for me, darlin’,” he groaned, holding her close as they continued to gaze at each other. “Cum for me, soak my fingers.”

She broke their eye contact as her head fell back against the bed, a string of moans falling from her lips as he felt her wetness against his fingers, still pumping them into her as she continued to ride her high. His actions slowed as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, making her huff a short laugh as they finally stopped. She whined slightly at the loss of his fingers once he removed them, but she felt heat pool low in her stomach once more as he pressed one finger against her lips. She obeyed his silent order and took it into her mouth, humming at the taste of herself on his skin. A low grunt came from him as he watched her, his finger leaving her mouth with a wet pop as he brought the other one to his own lips, her arousal on his tongue making him groan.

“Amazing,” he breathed. “I think I want a proper taste…”

Y/N frowned briefly but bit into her lip once more as she saw him drift down her body, onto his knees. Jensen grabbed her hips, feeling his cock twitch in his pants as he spread her thighs, taking in her glistening folds. He ran his thumb over her entrance, making her whimper and him chuckle at how such a simple thing made her weak.

“So perfect,” he muttered, repeating the same action once, twice. “All dripping and swollen just for me.”

He leaned in and wasted no time, his tongue taking a long lick of her folds. A sound halfway between a gasp and moan came from her as she felt the sensation, whimpering as he did the same thing a few times before he slid the talented muscle into her entrance. She cried out as she lost herself in the feeling, her eyes squeezing shut as her hands moved into his hair. She whimpered as his beard scratched against her inner thigh, adding to the pleasure she was feeling. His hands slipped down from her hips under her ass, squeezing the flesh tight as he continued, devouring her like a man starved. Tears stung her eyes as she felt completely overwhelmed by what she was feeling, the need to feel another release coming far quicker than she anticipated.

“J-Jensen, p-please,” she begged, her hands tugging at his strands. “I need to cum again, please make me cum.”

The only response she got from him was a deep grunt vibrating against her as he kept at it, working his tongue into her faster, little nail marks left on her ass cheeks from his grip. It wasn’t long before she felt her walls tighten, her moans getting louder as he moved one hand from her ass onto her clit, rubbing it as quick as he moved his tongue into her.

“Oh, god, yes! Fuck!” she shrieked, feeling the dam break once more.

Jensen groaned against her, holding her close as he lapped up everything she had to give. He was intoxicated by the taste of her, breathing deeply as he drew back, pressing a kiss to her thigh. He stood up slowly, smiling softly at her disheveled state, hair completely a mess, bra still on with the cups pulled down. He reached under her and unhooked it, letting it fall down her arms before he threw it behind him somewhere in the room. He leaned over her and pulled her close, her breasts pressed into his chest as she held onto his shoulders, their lips meeting in a sensual kiss.

“You okay?” he asked, gently as he brushed some strands of hair away from her face.

“Yeah, I just… who the fuck are you and where did you come from?” she replied, giggling. She couldn’t believe he was real.

He chuckled, shrugging as he licked his lips, lightly. “I just aim to please, darlin’.”

Y/N beamed as she moved in, kissing him once more. She moaned into his mouth as he softly sucked at her lip, his hand sliding down to the back of her thigh and pulling it up around his waist. She couldn’t believe how quickly she trusted him, allowing him to do incredibly erotic and intimate things to her, but she felt from the way he looked at her in the bar that she could take him seriously. He pulled his lips away from hers, pecking them lightly in reassurance when she sighed at the loss. She watched him stand up, unbuckle and unzip his dress pants, biting her lip as her walls clenched around nothing in anticipation of feeling all of him when she saw how hard he was.

“Hands and knees,” he ordered.

She felt a shiver run down her back from his authoritative tone, doing as he said and turning onto her stomach, pushing herself on her hands and knees. She teased him by shifting back, the curve of her ass pressing into him, feeling his cock against her. She whined in protest as he moved away slightly, wanting him inside her as soon as possible before she combusted from the torture of waiting.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he muttered, his hands sliding down her back and pushing lightly, moving her further down. “I know you wanna prove what a good girl you are, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, leaning her head on her forearms, now flat on the mattress.

Jensen smirked as he shifted closer, taking hold of his shaft and stroking it, slapping the tip against her sex. She whimpered at the feel, squeezing her eyes shut as he rubbed the length through her folds, her slick covering him. He lined up to her entrance, and without another word, sank deep inside her heat. Her mouth fell open as her walls sheathed his girth completely, the sound unable to escape her throat. As promised, he set a brutal yet pleasurable pace, thrusting into her hard and fast as he gripped her hips tight in his hands. She was no doubt going to have bruises in the morning, but she thought of them as a souvenir to an incredible night. Which this definitely was.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect… this is what you wanted, isn’t it, darlin’? Being fucked like this, taking this cock in your tight little pussy?”

“Y-Yes, oh fuck, yes,” she moaned, loudly, not caring how many people heard her in the other rooms.

“Tell me how it feels…”

“So good, oh fuck, it feels so good,” she babbled, her hands clenching the sheets. “Love feeling your cock inside me, fucking me so hard, fuck!”

“Yeah, you do,” he smirked, gazing down at her. “Gonna make you cum so hard on my dick, want you soak every inch of it.”

He pulled her back against him by her hips as he thrusted, the smacking of skin joining their moans of pleasure as he pounded into her, harder and faster. He was chasing the release that he craved, but he wanted to get her there for a third time first. She was getting wetter with each stroke of his cock inside of her, and he could feel her walls contracting around him. The familiar feeling in her core grew, the head of his shaft hitting that sweet spot that drove her wild, and she knew she was close to the edge once more.

“Oh god, fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum-” she whimpered, biting down on her fist.

“Cum,” he commanded, his jaw clenching as he held back.

Y/N slapped her palm over her mouth, a muffled shriek leaving her as the coil within her snapped, her arousal slicking his cock as she came for a third time that night. It was far more shattering than the previous two, her body convulsing from the euphoric bliss coursing through her. She felt herself slowly coming down from her high, his thrusts slowing slightly, but he seemed to have other plans as he suddenly pulled her up into his arms. His hand covered her mouth as hers slipped away, holding onto his thick forearms as her back pressed into his chest, his other hand moving between her thighs as he continued to pound her relentlessly. His fingers rubbed against her clit so fast, she sobbed into his hand as she felt another wave of pleasure, her third orgasm rolling into a fourth.

“Give me one more, darlin’,” he growled, kissing her neck to encourage her when she whimpered and shook her head. “Yes you can. Wanna feel it, one more, darlin’, one more…”

A few tears strayed from her eyes as the wave finally hit her, a scream erupting from her lips which was stifled by his hand. She moaned as she heard his grunts becoming frequent in her ear, until he finally let out a guttural moan when his cock throbbed deep inside her. She hummed as she felt the warm spurts of his seed coat her walls, feeling him slump as he gave her every drop he had to give.

Jensen slowly removed his arms from Y/N, letting her drop down on the bed and stretch out her legs, a small wince leaving her as she felt the cramp in her muscles. He laid down beside her, both of them staring up at the ceiling, the awkwardness of the afterglow beginning. She turned to look at him, biting her lip as she appreciated his side profile, the way his chest moved as he regained his steady breath. Every inch of him was perfect, and it was a shame he was leaving tomorrow.

“Was that okay?” he asked, his deep voice breaking the silence.

She giggled, rolling her eyes playfully. “It was way better than okay.”

He smiled, rolling onto his side and shifting closer to her, looking deep into her eyes. She stared back at him, wondering what he wanted to say considering she could tell he was holding something back.

“You can stay,” he whispered. “If you want to.”

She nodded. She had a feeling that wasn’t what he wanted to tell her, but it was okay. There was no way she was leaving that room after what just happened.

She didn’t want it to be over so soon.

Jensen clipped his silver watch around his wrist, staring out the window to the view of the city in front of him. The sun had risen, and a new day was starting as he got ready to go back home. He glanced over his shoulder, smirking as he saw Y/N stir, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room. She sat up slightly, looking around the room in confusion before she spotted him by the window. She looked over at the bedside and saw the clock read 8:35am. That was far too early for how late they eventually fell asleep the night before.

“Morning,” he muttered, walking over to the bed and sitting down beside her.

“Morning,” she croaked, clearing her throat and trying again.

He chuckled, taking in her soft, sleepy look as she held the sheets close to her chest. “Last night was… it was amazing.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, her voice meek as she smiled at him. “It really was.”

“I gotta get to the airport on time so I have to go now, unfortunately,” he sighed, heavily. “But I got you a late check-out.”

“Thank you,” she said, a little surprised by the kind gesture. “Well, you better go.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, nodding slowly.

“And I think I’m gonna go back to sleep for a while and then order a huge breakfast on your tab,” she added, wiggling her eyebrows as she laughed.

“Damn, that’s a classy move right there,” he complimented, grinning.

A silence fell between them as they stared at each other. Before he got too comfortable, Jensen stood up and dropped the keycard on the nightstand, taking hold of his luggage. With one last look, he winked at her, causing her to beam back at him.

Y/N watched as he disappeared behind the wall, the sound of the door opening and closing making her frown a little. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed that she didn’t have longer with him, but she had absolutely no regrets about how the night turned out with him.

He had officially ruined her for other men, and they’d have a hard time competing with the best night of her life.

#spnaubingo #anyfandomkinkbingo #jacklesversebingo23 #Jensen x Female!Reader #Jensen x Female!Reader Smut #Jensen x Female!Reader One Shot #Jensen x Female!Reader Fanfiction #Jensen Ackles Smut #Jensen Ackles One Shot #Jensen Ackles Fanfiction #Supernatural RPF #Supernatural Fanfiction

[deanwinchesterswitch]

September 2022

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

Enjoy!

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

~Big Sky~

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

~Crossovers~

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

~MCU~

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

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

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

~RPF~

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

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

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

~The Sandman~

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

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

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

~Supernatural~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~The Boys~

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

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

~Top Gun: Maverick~

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

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

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

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

[type1diabetesinfandom]

What fandoms can you write for?

Me personally?

I've written t1d fics in Percy Jackson etc, Justice League, Swamp Thing: Twin Branches (that one's canonical!), Purple Hearts (also canonical), Avatar: the Last Airbender, and Once Upon a Time. You can find them all in this AO3 series.

And I made podfics for 3 of those!

For non-t1d fics, I've also done Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Red Notice, and Goncharov.

As for what else I can write? I'm in a ton of fandoms as a reader, and I write whatever strikes my interest. I sometimes use prompts.

I have an upcoming sequel and threequel for my OUAT fic, a few PJO one shots vaguely planned, and a Sal and Gabi Break the Universe (canonical) fic hopefully in the works. Probably a Supernatural one too

Otherwise, I mean... Narnia, Tolkien, Star Wars, Marvel, other DC stuff, Teen Wolf, Locke and Key, Stargate and SGA, Psych, Chuck, Rise of the Guardians—

I don't really do manga or anime, or video games, and I don't usually read RPF. But with movies, TV, and book fandoms, you can just ask 'cause I can't remember them all. And I could definitely write fics for almost all of them I like if I have a good idea for it.

#type 1 diabetes in fandom #my writing

[ao3feed-cockles]

Yes, I missed you

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46280752

by Anonymous

They were on a plane and wanted to go on a trip. Jensen was sitting by the window as usual and Misha was sitting next to him.

"Hey Jensen" Jensen took out his headphones and turned to Misha "Yes?"

Words: 331, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins

Additional Tags: Adorable Misha Collins, Bottom Misha Collins, Top Jensen Ackles, Nipple Licking, Smut, Adorable Jensen Ackles, Short One Shot

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46280752

#cockles #jensen ackles/misha collins #misha collins #jensen ackles #rpf #zapier #ao3feed #fanfic

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Links to Latine authors I’ve found on AO3 for Latine Heritage Month!

I’ve listed the fandoms each author has been involved in, and I’m might add more as the month progresses. If you want yourself removed from or added to this list, let me know!

Floozdooz @floozdooz (TMNT)

braeburns @inceldonnie (TMNT, Voltron, Free!)

DG_DarkFantasy @dg-darkfantasy (Rapunzel's Tangled Adventures)

Debz_Baumaus (Módào Zǔshī, The Untamed, Persona 5, Haikyuu!!, Zelda, Encanto, Fire Emblem, Oh! My Emperor, Castlevania)

BloodNotInk (Fallen London, Tolkien, The Witcher, Star Wars, Star Trek, Discworld, ASOIAF, X-Men, Dragon Age, Gor Chronicles)

earthseraph (Captain America, Supernatural, 9-1-1, Raven Cycle, X-Men, The Song of Achilles, Red White & Royal Blue, Dante’s Inferno)

nuka_cherries (Assassin’s Creed, MCU, Star Wars, Mass Effect, Fallout, Metal Gear, Zelda, Jurassic Park, Dragon Age, Constantine, Justified)

taniaterror (Shameless, Shadowhunters, The Magicians, Legends of Tomorrow, IT, The Gifted [Thailand], Friend Zone, True Blood, KinnPorsche, Secret Love: Puppy Honey)

Snickerdickles (Voltron, BNHA, Good Omens)

DaybreakKing (Friday Night Funkin', Fire Emblem, Original Works,Spooky Month, Super Smash Brothers, Pokemon, Splatoon, A Hat In Time, Amphibia, Among Us, Undertale, Pico’s School, Codename: Kids Next Door, Hatsune Miku)

This orphaned work called (Mirabel) Madrigal's One-Shots (Encanto)

Icesicleman (SCP Foundation, The Mandela Catalogue, Cuphead, The Binding of Isaac, Deltarune, OMORI, South Park)

waitinbythephone (Hunter X Hunter, Dead Poets Society, Minecraft RPF)

kaoxin (Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE!, Homestuck)

This orphaned work called The Right Way Home (Voltron)

enjolrasstaire (Encanto, IT, Stranger Things, Gravity Falls, Harry Potter)

toluca (Encanto, Black Mirror, The Walking Dead video game, Night In The Woods)

Bakz (Encanto, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Little Witch Academia, Ace Attorney)

Akaunkel (Encanto)

Nyx93 (Minecraft, Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP, BNHA, Encanto, Good Omens, Among Us, Voltron)

daiyamante (Joker Game, Dangan Ronpa, Girls' Generation | SNSD, EXO, Encanto, Yandere Simulator)

Danaeka (The Umbrella Academy, Encanto, The Untamed, Módào Zǔshī, SPY x FAMILY, The Dragon Prince, Bridgerton, A Whisker Away, Heaven Official's Blessing, The Mentalist, Fruits Basket)

bookienerd2 (Genshin Impact, Your Boyfriend, Original Works, Hazbin Hotel, Encanto, BNHA, FNAF)

Anime_Lesbian_12 (Descendants, DC, Marvel, Miraculous Ladybug, Encanto, BNHA, Assassination Classroom)

AMC1892 (Encanto, ENHYPEN, TWICE)

Feu_Eau (Original Works, Bungou Stray Dogs, Módào Zǔshī, The Untamed, Link Click, Bleach, Tiān Guān Cì Fú, Haikyuu!!, Moriarty the Patriot, Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle)

SokkaWithHisHairDown (ATLA, Julie and The Phantoms, The Queer Principles of Kit Webb, Merlin, Encanto, Luca)

ZaltMKrel (WWDITS, Moomin)

vulcanarmr (Marvel, Good Omens, 9-1-1, Encanto, Les Misérables)

ConfettiHedonism (South Park)

ClaraLaClarividente (RWBY, Marvel)

Not_gret (Voltron)

probablywrittenat5am (Stranger Things, Harry Potter, IT, B99, A Series of Unfortunate Events)

beforupml (Phandom)

LionDuckling (One Piece, Final Fantasy XV, Ao no Exorcist, InuYasha)

Sleepytimeho9es (Harry Potter, Powerpuff Girls, ATLA)

Bowieee (LEGO Monkie Kid)

voireki (BNHA)

maryly_ever_after (Dream SMP, Hermitcraft SMP, Encanto, )

EeveeTheSquid (BNHA, Merlin, Encanto)

dismalatbest (Encanto)

bellonaz (BNHA, Descendants, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Coco)

#asoiaf #voltron #latine heritage month #encanto #marvel #bnha #tmnt #latine writers #one piece #final fantasy #rapunzel's tangled adventure #mo dao zu shi #stranger things #harry potter #minecraft #zelda #fire emblem #haikyuu!! #avatar the last airbender #powerpuff girls #it #south park #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #gravity falls #merlin #good omens #wwdits #dragon age #inuyasha