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Stop Asking Me To Come Back (2)

John Winchester X Reader  

A/N: written for @spnkinkbingo  - this one is pretty short, sorry about that. 

Square Filled: Corporal Punishment 

Warnings: some fingering, vaginal penetration, spanking, some fluff at the end. 

Word Count: 932 

When it came to Y/N, John did have a soft spot, but he was never a man to be played for a fool. Y/N being sore from nights prior wasn’t enough to stop him, nor her for that matter. She enjoyed the brazen nature of the man she loved, it was something that kept pulling her back to him. 

“You know,” he said from the chair in the corner of the motel they’d been holed up in for a few days. His eyes followed Y/N as she cleaned up. “I never did punish you for what you did to me,” he confessed in a raspy and lusty whisper. 

Y/N chuckled, dropping a shirt onto the bed as she turned to glance at him. With a hand on her hip, she cocked her head to the side, “is that so?” She slowly turned to face him, crossing her arms, “and how do you plan on doing that?” she challenged, laughing again. 

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“Isn’t That My Line?”

Summary: You want to contribute toward your keep living with the Winchester’s. To earn some honest money you start working on a sex line. Its easy money and what’s the worst that could happen?   Warnings: smut, language, masturbation (female and male), dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks!), bordering on crack-ish maybe? I don’t know. Song & Artist: Get Low - Zedd ft. Liam Payne - Link to YouTube (I’m clutching at straws here!) W/C: 2.8k Notes: I saw “Sex Line” on @negans-lucille-tblr​ Kink Bingo card and it sparked this idea. Characters: Dean Winchester, You. Pairing: Dean Winchester x You. Beta: @slytherkins​ - though any mistakes are my own. All tags at the bottom. 

I’m writing a fic based on a song for every letter of the alphabet - Master List / Spotify Playlist

“Isn’t That My Line?”

Pride was a fickle thing. Though the boys had never asked for a penny toward your keep, you felt like you should contribute. After all, one more mouth to feed. They didn’t exactly pay bills at the bunker, but you still required clothes (there was only so many washes blood stained jeans could take), and all your feminine products (the expensive stuff, not the cheap stuff that Dean bought that made your skin itch), it all added up over time.

Hustling pool wasn’t an option. Shooting a gun - easy. Throwing a knife into a moving target - cake walk, but using a wooden stick to hit a ball an inch away was damn near impossible. Dean joked that it was some cosmic joke how bad you were at something that should be simple compared to your other skills.

Your poker face was non existent, a toddler could read your tells. Credit card scams were the easiest way, but held the most risk and you were always anxious when using them in a store. So you’d had to find another way to earn some cash. Besides having an honest income, working a real job, made you feel normal.

Working from home, making your own hours, and earning twenty dollars an hour seemed too good to be true. However, it would be perfect, it meant you could still hunt, and work, that gave you a swell of pride too. So you had answered the ad on CraigsList.

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Triple celebration (multiple fandoms + don’t have to be a writer/artist).

I’ve just surpassed 350 followers (thank you all), I share my birthday with the wonderful Sam Winchester and @fandom-princess-forevermore (May 2nd) AND my blog will be a year old on 17th May 2020. So a triple celebration 🥂. 

I wanted to run a challenge / have some fun and I know it’s not quite February yet but for this to work, I think the more time you have the better. 

But here’s the twist…

We all know Sam is such a wonderful and caring person, who likes to help people, in honour of this I thought it would be fun to mix it up so you have to collaborate with someone else.

Co-write a fic with a fellow writer, two artists create a mood board/aesthetic together, writers ask an artist to create a mood board/aesthetic/banner/draw a pic for your fic, artists ask a writer to create a fic/drabble/one-shot based on whatever you create (you get the point.)

If you’re not a writer/artist you can still get involved! Keep reading after the prompts.  

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Dean and his grenade launcher ⇢ 15x10 “The Heroes’ Journey”

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The World Doesn’t Know - Jensen x Jared (J2) Drabble

Summary: Jensen loves every little thing about Jared and he hates that the world doesn’t know it.

Rating: 18+ (Smut/Fluff)

Tags: Jensen dicks down Jared, so there’s that, M/M, gay sex, anal sex, top!Jensen, bottom!Jared, sensual sex, intimate, this is super fluffy if I’m honest, as fluffy as filth gets, idek what else to tag this

A/N: THE GORGEOUS ARTWORK IN THE COVER IS NOT MINE! IF IT IS YOURS OR YOU KNOW WHOSE IT IS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN CREDIT.

I woke up with this idea in my head at like 5:30am and I had to write it. I don’t know where it came from but I’m here for it. Tagging my SPN list but I understand this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea so I won’t be offended if you don’t read it :’)

Kinda beta’d by my beautiful friend @pink1031​​ but all mistakes are still my own <3

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Jensen loves the way Jared whimpers when he fucks him harder, he can’t take his eyes off the lines of muscle down Jared’s back, the way his shoulder blades stick out when he drops his head low between them, resting on his elbows and rocking his hips back so Jensen fucks him deeper. The way he grunts and hisses when Jensen gets as deep as he can go is so primal.

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Downtime

Summary: After weeks of hunting the same witch, you and Dean decide to take a weekend break, but you didn’t expect what was in store for that weekend. 

Warnings: language (y/n in this is quite crude and has a mouth on her lol), self-stimulation/masturbation/fingering, smut, vaginal penetration, fluff, 

Word Count: 3.9k 

A/N: written for @spnkinkbingo and also incorporating a card from Kink Poker - unbeta’d all mistakes are on me :) 

Square filled: Sex Pollen Poker Card: A♠ (Masturbation, “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”) from KinkPoker

Hunting witches drug you and Dean across eight different states in a matter of three weeks. Three fucking weeks. No hunt had ever taken so long, and it left you feeling incredibly frustrated, drained, and even incompetent. The bitch was leaving bread crumbs that lead absolutely nowhere, and that was no mistake. No, she knew exactly what she was doing. 

You affectionately nicknamed the first location ‘Ghost Town Fucking Georgia’. You stormed into an abandoned building, guns loaded with witch killing bullets and ready for a fight, only to find a deserted altar with the candles still burning. This last location, Miserable Motherfucking Missouri, you walked into a greenhouse; no witches, just a shit ton of flowers. 

Sam stayed at the bunker with Eileen, with the promise that he’d look further into the case and keep you posted, and you wouldn’t call him after midnight unless it was an emergency. After working non-stop, you needed a break, so Dean and you decided to take two days and one night off; get some drinks, relax, and get right back to it in the morning. 

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Mornin

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beautiful 😍

Summary: Y/N has no choice but to go to the Winchester’s for help. But after ditching Dean at the Christmas Market and still not having spoken how will it go down? Will they finally say all the things that need to be said?

Warnings: Angst, language, mild smut, mention of Dean dying, Demon!Dean mentioned.

Song & Artist: Just Like A Pill - Pink - Link to YouTube.

W/C: 4.2k (inc. lyrics)

Notes: Sequel to “In Spite Of What My Heart Says”. Don’t need to have read it but it’s got some smutty Dean goodness in it 😜

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N (she/her).

Pairing: Dean x Y/N (she/her)

Beta: @1000roughdrafts​ / @slytherkins​ 

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I’m writing a fic based on a song for every letter of the alphabet - Master List / Spotify Playlist

Just Like A Pill

6 Months Ago. 

The motel room smelled of damp and mold. Though she’d been there for four nights it still hit her like a brick wall every time she walked into the room. She threw the key onto the table and flicked on the light. Y/N swore to herself she would take a couple of days off, soon. She’d check into a hotel, one with a spa, room service and a bed she could drown in.

She slowly peeled off her jacket, carefully pulled it down her left arm, and hissed as it scraped over the new slash on her bicep. It needed stitching. The jacket was a lost cause, the leather wouldn’t be mended.

She dropped into the nearest chair in the kitchenette. She still felt winded from the fight with the wendigo, but maybe that was the adrenaline still pumping through her veins. The thought of stitching herself up always made her stomach churn, but she’d do it. She had no choice. She just wished Dean was there. He’d have fixed her up and made her laugh as he did it, soothing her pain-filled winces with kisses. 

Let it go, Y/N! He’s gone.

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Monster In My Head

Co-written with @slytherkins - though she deserves most of the credit!! Don’t listen to her when she denies it either!! 

Summary: In the aftermath of Erin’s revelation, the Winchesters have to decide whether she can be forgiven or not, but first they need to save her from Crowley’s clutches.

Warnings: angst (do we expect anything else at this point?), language, a smidge of fluff. 

Song & Artist: The Monster - Eminem ft. Rihanna. Link to YouTube. 

W/C: 8.9k (inc. lyrics)

Notes: Part 4 of Sam & Erin series. Catch up here. 

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Crowley, OFC. 

Pairing: Sam x OFC.

Beta: @1000roughdrafts @slytherkins and me!

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 Monster In My Head

“Six months,” Crowley countered leaving no margin for protest, “I’ll arrange for you to meet them, and for them to reveal the truth to you about what they do, but the rest is on you. Six months, poppet, or all bets are off.” 

After she finished, the silence stretched, tense and breathless. Pain and betrayal and remorse seemed to waft through the air like a poisoned fog. Dean’s mind was a jumble of contrary thoughts, but he held his tongue and watched Sam closely. The muscles rippled across his brother’s jaw as he seemed to literally chew on his own contemplation. Erin’s eyes were locked on the polished floor, and her chest heaved, though she didn’t otherwise move. Dean could see she was attempting to suppress the tears that collected in the corners of her eyes; tears of relief, maybe, now that the secret was out, or of fear of what he would do. 

“I know sorry doesn’t even begin to…” she began, but her small and anguished voice broke. She took a deep breath and tried again. “I know it isn’t enough, but it’s all I have. I’m so sorry,” she managed, her tears finally cascading down.

Dean waited a breath to give Sam the opportunity to respond first, but his brother was lost in thought. Dean ran a hand down his face and cleared his throat. He was careful to keep his tone even, though his voice was tight when he asked, “What did you tell him?” 

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Vision Of Love

Summary: Sam finds a way to tell Erin he loves her for the first time before he blurts it out in a not so romantic way. He sees an opportunity and takes it, even if Dean is present to potentially ruin the moment. 

Warnings: fluff, followed by some angst.  

Song & Artist: Vision of Love - Mariah Carey - Link to YouTube

W/C: 1.9k (inc. lyrics)

Notes: Sam & Erin prequel/prologue. I’ve never played Scrabble on mobile and I’ve no idea how points work, I also have no clue when it comes to math - odds and probability etc, but just go with it, this is fiction after all. 

Characters: Sam Winchester, OFC (Erin), Dean Winchester. Mentioned: John Winchester, Jessica Moore. 

Pairing: Sam x OFC (Erin).

A/N: I’m proud of this one. I think it’s some of my best work. It came out of nowhere and it was fun to write. 

Beta(s): @deanwinchesterswitch​ / @1000roughdrafts​ / @slytherkins​ - I don’t have the words to thank you all enough. 

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Vision Of Love

Sam had never liked to lose, mainly because he always seemed to be the best at whatever he turned his hand to. Playing a very competitive and serious game of Scrabble against Erin in the back of the Impala and purposely holding back was somewhat uncomfortable, but the payoff of restraining himself would be worth it. 

The scoreboard revealed she was leading by one hundred and four points. He could have overtaken her on his previous turn. But he was saving the letters he had until the last one he required, but didn’t have, was placed on the gameboard. He’d done the math, the tiles already on the screen and the remaining available letters meant “U” should come up soon; the probability was unquestionable. 

Erin treated the game as seriously as she always did. She’d slid out of Sam’s embrace and across the back seat, as far from him as she could get, to shield her phone from his view while they played. The need to beat Sam, at least once, meant she went as far as making sure her phone screen wasn’t reflected in the window beside her.

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Hey! i love your page and i was wondering if I could get a Sam x Reader where its the holidays or winter (i'm over fall already lol) or maybe one where Sam is seeing the reader, who is remotely younger (she's like 20) or something like that? please and thank youuuuu

It took you all day to plan it out, your surprise for Sam. After everything the two of you had faced the last year, you deserved just one day to take a break, to enjoy each other’s company as a couple. A real couple, rather than a working couple that you have been lately. Who know that monsters were so active in the winter? 

Dean, being Dean, found a case on Christmas Eve of all days, and you found it to be a perfect excuse to execute your Decorate The Motel plan. They left bright and early, but not exactly bright eyed and bushy tailed. Sam kissed you goodbye, you told them to be safe and everything was normal, to them. Little did they know that you waited and watched for them to leave so you could escape to a few local stores for last minute decorations. 

When the sky was beginning to darken, and the snow began to fall, the Winchesters returned to the motel room. Sweaty and covered in blood, they sleepily stepped out of the impala, and their drowsy eyes widened upon seeing the flimsy Christmas lights you’d hung outside of the motel door. 

Sharing a furrowed brow expression, the brothers tilted their heads, but pushed on. 

Dean entered the motel first, breaking out into laughter when he saw you sitting in the chair of the room, Christmas sweater on your torso, red Santa hat on your head, a bowl of candy canes in the middle of the table and cups of egg nog that surrounded it. 

Sam’s reaction was less blunt, more appreciative. His face lit up as his arms stretched out, ready for an embrace from you. 

You happily stood from the chair, smile still painted widely across your face as you pranced up to him. Wrapping your arms tightly around him, he continued to admire your work. 

“Y/N,” he said, “I- I don’t even-” he stuttered, “where did you find all of this stuff?” he said in a small chuckle. Pulling you away, he kissed you softly on your forehead, “did this take you all day?” 

“Yes,” you smile, “do you like it?” 

“Like it? Are you kidding me?” he said, “I love it!” 

Even more excited than you were before, you turned around and pointed at the table, “egg nog?” 

He nodded, taking steps with you towards the couch. “I’d love some,” he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to his side. Kissing you on the top of your head, he let his lips linger and kept you close. “I can’t believe you did all of this,” he said, “this is one of the most amazing things anyone could ever have done,” he said, pulling away to admire the small tree that you decorated, ornaments and all. 

“I’m glad you like it,” you said, turning your head to look up at him. “I wanted to give you a good Christmas.” 

Squaring his body to yours, he grips onto your arms, dipping his head down as he spoke, “Y/N. As long as I have you by my side,” he said, emphasizing each word, “every Christmas is a good one.” 

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A/N: I hope that you like this, anon

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