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Please Don't Leave

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean's lucky to have you in his life and honestly doesn't know what he would ever do without you

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Cursing (3x), Fluff, Vulnerable/Angry Dean

Authors Note: The gif makes me sad | This might seem a little non canon but at the same time I honestly feel like Dean would react this way (fight me if you want, but I said what I said) | I just love this man so fucking much | Dream/Flashbacks are in italics | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Dean didn’t have a lot of consistencies in his life, but you were one of them. Out of everyone he had known in his life, you were one of the only people that had remained with him through all the heartbreak, all of the death, all of the blood, sweat, and tears that this life had. You had been through it all with him: Sam going to Stanford and leaving him behind, his fathers death, him selling his soul, the year that Sam went to Hell, the year the two of you were in Purgatory, the few months he was a demon, his bloodlust fueled by the Mark, him being possessed by Michael. He had an endless list of things that the two of you had been through together, things that would cause any normal or rational person to throw in the towel; but not you. “You can’t get rid of me Dean Winchester, not even if you kill me yourself.” You had joked. And that was something that he had almost done – and on several occasions too. And yet, you never left him. “I guess I’m just stupid.” You said. “Or maybe the sex me and you have is just that good.”

The sex he had with you, now that was something. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced; and he has had quite a lot of sex during his lifetime (not that he bragged about it of course). When the two of you initially met, it was only supposed to be a working relationship, a friends with benefits sort of deal. But eventually it turned into more. He wasn’t sure where him or you had gotten your wires crossed but they did; and it turned into you and him always finding each other at the end of the night regardless of the different men and women that had hit on both of you at the bar you two were at.

The sex used to be quick, usually done in either a drunken haze or after a tough hunt. But it eventually turned into something that either one of you would initiate through soft touches: a kiss on the forehead, a simple hand hold, or cuddling into each other. Once, in the middle of sex, he wasn’t sure why he had said it but he did. He kind of just blurted it out. “I love you.” Now that was something he never thought he’d ever say during sex before. But here you were beneath him, staring up at him with those doe eyes of yours that you frequently had during sex and said, “I love you too.” It was something he didn’t expect.

Dean didn’t know what he could or would possibly do if you weren’t in his life; and that was something he didn’t want to think about. But it was something that has been an unavoidable thought as of late. Waking up to you was one of the worst but best things after a nightmare of losing you. He would wake up in a panic, his heart racing, sweating; afraid that you were gone for good this time. But without fail, every single time you would be right there next to him. Either sound asleep or awake enough to tell him, “It’s okay, I’m right here.” He would always reply the same way. “Just…please don’t leave.” It was a simple yet complicated sentence. “I’m not going to. I’d never leave you.” Those words that you always uttered back should have been comforting to him, but it was just an empty promise – even though he knows that’s how you never intended it to sound. In your heart you loved him deeply, and he knew that. He knew that you’d never leave him; the two of you have been through everything together. But when it came to this life, it was hard to make and keep promises like that.

“Dean, I just can’t do this anymore I’m sorry.” Your words had cut into him like a knife. Like he’d been shot hundreds of times. The torture he received from Hell combined with the loss of his mother was child’s play compared to what he was currently feeling. He just started blankly at the two duffel bags at your feet as you stood in the doorway of the room the two of you shared. Well, formally shared that is. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” You asked, your question snapping him out of whatever trance he was in.

“There’s nothing to say.” Of course there were hundreds, no thousands of things that he had wanted to say to you, but he knew that he couldn’t say any of it. As much as he wanted to beg for you to stay, he wasn’t going to make you stay. Once you made up your mind that was it; there was no convincing you.

You looked at him with a confused expression. “You don’t even want to know why I’m leaving?” You asked, and Dean simply shook his head. “Why not?”

“It doesn’t really matter.” He tried to keep his voice even, to make you believe that he was okay. But he could tell that you knew he wasn’t (you knew him long enough to know when he was or wasn’t okay).

“Dean.” You said, your voice sounding more heartbroken than his.

“It’s alright. You don’t…you don’t have to explain yourself.” He said, taking a seat on the bed you two once shared.

“I feel like you deserve an explanation. We were together for almost twenty years Dean.” You sat down next to him on the bed. He had just wanted to push you away or wrap you in his arms. Two completely differently reactions, but that’s the way he felt. “Dean.” You touched his shoulder and he flinched, you quickly removed your hand. “I love you, and I know you know that but –”

“Please just…stop talking. I really don’t want to hear what you have to say.” His voice was more hurt now, and he could feel himself trying not to say or do anything that he was going to regret. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t want you to have to see that, despite seeing him do it so many times before. “Just, leave if you’re going to leave.” You didn’t move, simply just staring at him. “Go!” He snapped, and that’s when you got up.

You walked over to your bags, slinging one over your shoulder and holding the other one in your hands. “Goodbye Dean.” You said, before walking out of the room. For a while he heard the sound of your boots down the hall, but they suddenly became faint, almost inaudible. The Bunker door opened and closed again. You were gone. Gone for good this time.

“You said you’d never fucking leave.” He whispered to himself. “Said you’d never fucking leave me.” He pounded the bed with his fist. “You fucking lied!” He got up from the bed and he felt himself start to lose control; no longer in control of the emotions that had been building up when he had started watching you pack up your bags.

Dean woke up abruptly, sitting up. He was panicked, his heart racing. His breaths were heavy, his chest moving up and down. He rubbed his face, trying to fully wake himself up. There was no way he would be getting back to sleep for a while; not after that nightmare. “Y/N -” he began to say as he looked over to his right side; your side of the bed. You were gone. “Sweetheart?” He asked, his hand reached out and touched the emptiness next to him: it was cold.

He looked up at the door to the bedroom which was slightly ajar. The only light in the room came seeping in from the hallway. He didn’t remember having the door open, the door was always shut whenever the two of you slept. Despite how safe the Bunker was, sleeping with the door closed added an extra layer of safety, not just for him, but for you as well.

A shadow appeared, blocking some of the light. He reached over and opened the drawer of his nightstand, slightly gripping his gun that he always kept there. Before he could fully wrap his hand around the weapon you squeaked inside the room and shut the door again quietly. A huge amount of relief washed over him in that moment as he let go of the gun and closed the drawer. “Dean?” You questioned, upon hearing the drawer close. “Baby are you okay?” You asked, walking to sit on his side of the bed. He looked at you as you placed a hand on his cheek. Your eyes full of worry.

“You were…” his eyes flickered to your side of the bed that had been empty when he woke up before looking back at you again. “You were gone. When I woke up you…”

“It’s okay. I’m here.” You reassured him, your voice calm.

“Where did you go?” He asked tiredly.

“The bathroom. I really, really needed to pee.” You said, Dean chuckled a little at your comment. “You know I wouldn’t willingly leave you right?” You reassured him again. You felt him nod in your hand.

“I know.” His voice sounding just a hint sad. “I uh, I feel stupid for freaking out.” The sentence was a whisper.

“There’s nothing to feel stupid about Dean.” Another reassurance. Dean had every right to react the way he did; he had lost so much, even before you had met him. You had been with him through everything. Witnessed so much loss and endured just as much. “Was it a nightmare?”

He nodded. “Yeah. It was the…the one where you break up with me.” You hated that one just as much as he did.

“I’m never going to break up with you. I love you too damn much.” You said, giving him a smile. You crawled into bed next to him getting underneath the covers. “Come here.” You held out your arms for him, and without hesitation he went into them. He wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his head on your chest; your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Your fingers started playing with his hair, gently massaging his head.

The two of you sat there in silence, both of you with your eyes closed. You weren’t sleeping, but you were unsure if he was. Even if he wasn’t, his breathing was starting to get more even, he was starting to calm down. Hearing the sound of your heartbeat always calmed him down. “Y/N?” Dean asked.

“Yes my love?” You asked, opening your eyes.

He looked up at you briefly, tiredly. “I know I don’t tell you enough but…I’m really lucky to have you in my life. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.” He kissed your neck, as that was one of the only spots he could currently reach.

“I’m lucky to have you in my life too.” You responded, giving him a kiss on the top of his head.

“And Sweetheart?” He asked again.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Thank you…thank you for not leaving me.” His voice sounding a little pained. The sound of this sentence had broken your heart a bit. Leaving Dean was never an option for you, no matter what had happened between the two of you. Being with him wasn’t easy, but you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. He was your person, the love of your life, your soulmate. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kissed him on the top of the head again, and you could feel his smile.

That night, Dean didn’t have another nightmare, but he did dream. He had one of his favorite dreams; one that always gave him a sense of calmness and normalcy. The two of you would be just lying in bed together watching some random horror movie on tv. It was something that the two of you have done hundreds, no, thousands of times, so there would be no reason why it would be his so called favorite dream. What made it his favorite though was purely based on one small detail, a detail that made it known to him that it was in fact a dream: wedding rings would be on both of your fingers.

Someday maybe, he thought.

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☝literally my exact thoughts 😂

Tell me about riding Demon!Dean

The lights flashed red through the Bunker halls and your moans echoed off the tiles.

Dean’s thick waist fit so perfectly between your thighs, making your body shake with desire. You ran your hands through his thick, fluffy hair and tugged, holding on as he moved.

“Fuck, yes!” Your throat was nearly raw from screaming but pleasure coated it now.

Black eyes flashed over you and you shuddered. It was so wrong, but it felt so fucking right.

Your body clenched over his and you grabbed hold of his flannel, tugging the fabric between your fingers as he lurched around the last corner.

“Yeee haww!”

Dean stopped short and you nearly fell off of his back.

“Hey, why you stoppin’?” you asked, kicking your heels into his thighs to make him go again.

The demon growled and shook his head. “If you wanna keep riding me, cut the cowgirl shit. It’s embarrassing.”

A laugh bubbled up inside and you smiled, biting your lip. “Yes, Dean…”

In the distance, Sam’s silhouette appeared, and you kicked Dean in earnest, your eyes flickering to black.

“There he is! Go, horsey, go!”

Dean took off in a rush, hands and knees flying over the tiled floor, calling to his brother.

“Come on, Sammy! Don’t you wanna play with your big brother?”

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Awwwww! Supportive!Jensen is so sweet! ☺

Fanboy

Summary: The reader’s been secretly writing Dean Winchester fanfiction without her fiance, Jensen, knowing. But maybe it wasn’t the secret she thought it was…

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language, nudity

A/N: Please enjoy!

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I dont know why i love things like this where person A assumes person B is cheating but I do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Haven’t Forgotten You

Warnings: Angst, Assumed Cheating, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending

Authors Note: Sorry it took me so long @beyond-antares​, its been a very very bad couple of weeks. Hopefully this is what you wanted, if it isn’t let me know and I will write you another. Much love!!!

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I'm in such an angsty mood and this brought on some cathartic tears. Sometimes I just need to cry.. Well done!

Love in the Dark

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Y/N

Summary: The one where you were his little secret

A/N: Hiiiiii! Wrote this because someone close to me had broken up with the long term partner. You know, building the world around them, planning your future together, and then end up alone when the love is gone. Lol. Anyway, disclaimer: The lyrics is from love in the dark by Ms. Adele

Take your eyes off of me so I can leave. I’m far too ashamed to do it with you watching me

“So, Henry,” the talk show host, who was smiling coyly to the camera, wigged his eyebrows which made the audience laugh, “it is my duty to ask, is the great Henry Cavill taken? Now be careful with your answer, a lot of hearts might break tonight.”

Henry laughed, that deep laughed of his which you loved so much. He took a pause, looked at the audience teasingly, before answering, “I’m very much single.”

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I love Luke Alvez and blind dates intrigue me so naturally I had to read this when i encounterrd it. I was grinning like an idiot pretty much from the moment Luke showed up 😊

Luke Alvez x Reader: Blind Date

Request: “Could you write something where the reader meets Luke while they’re on a really bad blind date? and they hit it off with luke instead??”

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Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing

It’s not that Peter isn’t cute. Really, he is. He’s tall, and not a single strand of his hair is out of place. He smells like department store perfume, is wearing expensive clothes, and is probably everything you’re supposed to want to take home to your parents.

The problem is that he’s mind-numbingly dull and–even worse.. completely uninterested in you. Even when he picked up you up, dressed up a tight dress with your makeup all done, he’d barely mumbled a compliment. You probably should’ve taken the hint and claimed sickness before you’d gotten to the arena, but you didn’t want to offend the guy. Your mother had raised you better than that.  

You sigh, head propped up in your hand. The bleachers are cold underneath you and you haven’t been paying attention to what the players on the court below were even doing. The game’s just started, but Peter is already engrossed in it, eyes tracking the players’ movements carefully. You would ask a question about the team or why their shorts are so long they cover their knees, but you’re sure Peter would just mildly play it off.

“Sorry, sorry, coming through,” a voice comes from your left. You snapped your head around to see two boys pushing their way through the bleachers towards you. The tall, tan one is doing the pushing, loudly shouting sincere apologies as he goes through. The skinny, pale one behind him is carrying a giant bag of popcorn and a soda, an overly pleased grin on his face.

They bustle their way through until they’re right next to you and Peter. The tan one sits right next to you, still chatting away at his friend. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and you feel absurdly overdressed next to him in your fancy heels and curled hair.

You turn your head away when you hear a loud “Hi!” in your ear. It’s the tan man, smiling at you and…oh. He’s got these soft, brown eyes that look like glistening embers and he reminds you of the sun that reflects on them.

“Hi,” you smile back. Maybe the night won’t be so awful after all.

“I’m Luke. This is my friend Spencer.” Spencer smiles awkwardly and waves at you. He looks easy going too.

“I’m Y/N. This is, uh, my date, Peter.” you gesture over at Peter, who’s pointedly still staring at the game. “Um, Peter?”

He turns his head slightly, “Yeah?”

“This is Luke and Spencer.” He waves, uninterested, at the duo.

Peter mumbles a semblance of a hello at them and turns his head completely back to the game. You can feel your face drop a little, but you try to smile at Luke. His brow is furrowed in Peter’s direction, and he mouths to you “Silent type, huh?”

“I guess,” you shrug, careful not to bump your shoulder into Peter.

Luke focuses back on you. It’s almost dizzying, the caramel eyes staring so earnestly into yours. 

The crowd around you suddenly roars. You lean back a bit, not realizing how close you’d been leaning in to Luke. He’s still only looking at you though, despite the people yelling around you. Peter is on his feet yelling obscenities. “What happened?” You ask him.

“What?” He almost yells back. “You’re so quiet, can’t you speak up?”

You can feel your cheeks heating up. “I just asked what happened.”

“They fouled one of our players. Flagrant one”

“What does that mean?”

Peter gives you a cold look. “Didn’t you go to college here? How can you not know the basic rules of basketball?”

You gulp, “I—”

“Never mind. It’s when players are too rough and could have injured someone, basically,” he huffs. “You’re not allowed to do that.”

“Oh—” you briefly stumble over your words. Peter turns back to game, huffing loudly.

Luke’s face is thunderous when you glance back at him.  He grumbles under his breath, “Kinda rude-” he then proceeds to calmly explain to you what exactly a flagrant one foul is and if that’s not terribly endearing, you’re not sure what is. You can feel yourself growing quite fond of Luke as you fall back into a conversation, with his little quips and comments throughout the game and his lovely eyes and strong biceps and the way he laughs at you like you’re actually telling funny jokes. He’s just so happy and perfect and he gets eye crinkles when he smiles. You love eye crinkles.

A loud horn and the bustling of people around them startles you. Peter’s trying to shuffle past you, “Do you want popcorn or anything?”.

You frown at him, “No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Spencer leaves too, and Luke fixes you with a curious look. “Why in the world are you on a date with that guy? Not trying to be mean or anything, but he’s kind of a dick.”

You laugh at his remark, “My friend thought we’d be a good match. I’m not sure how she could have possibly thought that. Remind me to never let myself get set up on a blind date ever again,” you sigh.

Luke then launches into a story about the “worst date I’ve ever been on, I swear, Y/N, it was the most awful night of my life”. His eyes are shining and you’re not sure of the last time you laughed this hard. He’s still talking when Peter comes back grumbling slightly under his breath and avoiding your eyes. Luke glares daggers at him, like the guy’s personally attacking him.

“Is that a Kiss Cam?” Spencer asks as he sits back down, pointing at the big screen.

You smile in awe at the old couple on the screen now. You and Luke both laugh at the various couples they show, watching both awkward and sweet kisses they share.  You’re mid-laugh when you freeze, shocked at what they’re showing now. It’s focused on you and Peter. More specifically, you now staring at Peter and Peter completely ignoring you. He’s not even glancing over at you or turning his head in the slightest. You can feel your cheeks heat up again, looking helplessly over at Luke.

Luke, who’s still smiling at you, like a ball of sunshine, quirks an eyebrow and narrows his eyes. Without thinking, you lean in and kiss him. He tastes like sunshine and mint chewing gum, and he kisses you back just as eagerly. His lips are soft against yours and you think that you might be a little in love. You pull back after what feels like forever, leaning your forehead against Luke’s. Your smile is so wide it feels like it’s going to split your face open, and when you finally lean back to look at Luke, he’s smiling just as wide, eye crinkles and all.

Spencer looks a little shocked behind him, leaning over with wide eyes. He’s looking behind you at Peter, who’s finally paying attention.

He has a cold expression and his eyebrows are furrowed. He crosses his arms stiffly over his chest and glares at you. “We’re on a date. You can’t kiss other people when you’re on a date with me. Who does that?”

You stutter out a semblance of a response, but then Luke is leaning forward. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re kind of a prick.”

Peter’s jaws drops open at him. He looks like he’s about to spit a response back when Luke turns to you and grins widely at him. “Wanna get out of here?”

You laugh, “Yeah, I do.”

He stands and offers a hand to you, “Let’s go. We’ve got things to do, places to see.”

You let Luke pull you up and you can’t keep the stupid grin off from your face. He takes your hand again and starts pulling you gently down the bleachers. You turn and wave back at Spencer and Peter. Peter looks like he’s swallowed a something whole but Spencer quickly gives you a soft smile and a thumbs up. “Bye, Peter! Hopefully I’ll see you soon, Spencer.” You laugh again and let yourself get pulled along by Luke.

Luke turns around and smiles at you, “You okay?”

Maybe it’s too soon to tell, but you have a strange feeling that you just met your soulmate. You beam back, “I am now.”

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Awwww I love this ☺

Against the Grain

Summary: After being rescued by the Avengers, you try to adjust to life in the tower while getting used to your destructive powers. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Inhuman!Reader Word Count: 4667 Warnings: Language, brief talk of past abusive situations and violence, fluff, Steve being a dork, more fluff A/N: My work schedule is finally starting to even out, and I was able to finish this story, which has been a WIP for several months! I’m planning on working on Wildfire soon, as well as a few other Supernatural stories as well, so look for them coming soon! This was beta’d by the ever so lovely @kittenofdoomage and the below gif was made by me. Enjoy!

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“So, this is your room,” Wanda said as she opened the door and blindly reached out to flick the lightswitch. 

A cursory glance around proved it to be a lot more inhabitable than your previous accommodations, and you hummed. “Well, can’t be any worse than the ten-by-ten foot closet I was being kept in.”

Wanda frowned, standing beside the door as you began to inspect the dresser, bed, and other accoutrements. “They can’t hurt you anymore, Y/N.”

“It wasn’t them I was afraid of,” you whispered, gently brushing your fingertip across the wood of the top of the dresser. In a trail following your finger, the perfect shine of the wood’s polish began to disappear as it aged and decayed, leaving a single streak of ashen gray in its wake. “They locked me up to keep them safe.”

“Your power is most compelling,” Wanda changed the subject, green eyes following you as you sat on the end of the bed, clutching the small duffel bag holding all of your belongings. “The scientists here, they are good people and will help you understand. They never treated me like I was a lab mouse.”

You smiled, despite your sour attitude. “Lab rat.” Wanda tilted her head at you. “The expression, it’s lab rat, not lab mouse.”

“Oh,” Wanda pouted, “well, I am definitely not a rat. They grow so big in the city and are so gross!”

Laughter left your lips for the first time in what felt like ages. Even though you had been rescued from your family—if you could even consider them family now—and saved by the Avengers, you knew things wouldn’t be easy. Wanda’s excitement over helping you ease into your new home and into your new social environment was something you’d never experienced before. Everywhere you went while under your family’s authority, you were treated like an evil being, a demon with the power to kill with just a touch.

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Oh my damn 👼🏻👅🔥

An Ode to Castiel’s Tongue

Summary: You have a dream about a certain angel, leading to a distracting obsession with his perfect tongue.

Cas x Reader, Dean

3654 words

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex

A/N: Be sure to thank @impala-dreamer for spamming me with gifs of this fucking tongue and inspiring this.

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Your breaths came in staccato pants as his tongue pounded into your tight, dripping cunt. He pressed his thumb to your sensitive clit, making small circles that set your nerves on fire. Your fingernails lightly scraping his scalp as you tightened your grip in his hair triggered a low growl from deep in his throat.

“Fuck, Cas,” you whimpered as his incredible ministrations dragged you closer and closer to the edge. He pulled back a bit, looking up at you with dangerously blue eyes and a wicked grin. 

“Y/N,” he groaned as you lifted your hips closer to his talented mouth. “Y/N,” he repeated, and you froze. Something wasn’t right. Cas was looking up at you from between your thighs, his chin glistening with your slick, and calling your name but his voice sounded wrong. “Hey, Y/N!” His voice almost sounded like– shit. 

“Dean?” You lifted your head in confusion and suddenly you weren’t in your bed anymore but hunched over the wooden table in the library. Dean stood over you, his hand firmly planted on your shoulder.

“Sounded like that dream was a little too intense for public consumption,” he chuckled and redness crept into your cheeks.

“Maybe.” You tried to laugh it off but your face was on fire and you knew you weren’t doing a great job at hiding it.

“Did I hear you say ‘Cas’?” You choked on your breath as it left your lungs and you knew you’d been caught. Dean smirked and you hid your face in your hands. “Was he good?” You jerked your head upright, unsure whether you heard him correctly.

“What?” you squeaked. Dean’s smirk darkened and you realized yep, he definitely asked that.

“I said, ‘Was he good?’ It sure sounded like it.” You groaned. Your face was so hot it was going to melt off. It wasn’t like you and Dean hadn’t talked about sex before but you had not been prepared for this conversation. One moment, Cas’s wickedly long tongue was fucking so good into your excited pussy – is Cas’s tongue really that long? Has it always been so delicious and so… capable? – and the next, you were caught with your hand in the metaphorical cookie jar, having to explain yourself to Dean.

“I–” you started, unsure how to answer, “Honestly?” Dean’s eyes sparkled and he nodded. “Yes. God, yes. Dean, I can’t even describe it. Have you noticed his tongue?” It was Dean’s turn to choke on a breath and you had to laugh.

“What do you mean ‘have I noticed his tongue?’ I’ve noticed that he has one, yes.” He pulled out a chair next to you and sat down, suddenly thoroughly invested in the conversation.

“Okay, but Dean– shut up, stop looking at me like that – in this dream, he was, well, using his tongue, right? And oh my God, it was so, like, long and thick and he really knew what he was doing.” An uncomfortable laugh escaped your lips as Dean’s eyes widened and his smirk returned. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

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Oooh fluffy fluff! I love it ☺☺☺

The Nearness of You

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Summary: Your insomnia gets the best of you one night, and you can’t sleep. You decide to get up, and soon Henry gets up to join you and keep you company. 

(Inspired by this post). This is dedicated to my Green Tea Twin @llamadelreyx who is also my insomnia twin. Love you girl! 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: None really? It’s just fluffy cuteness. There is suggestions of implied sex, but that’s it. ;) 

A/N: YOU GUYS! I DID IT! I WROTE SOMETHING!! It’s amazing. I’m in shock that I wrote and FINISHED something. Amazing. Maybe that means I’ll actually finish writing the current chapter of Happenstance I have sitting in my WIP pile? Anyway. Please let me know if you like it. I love me some likes, and love reblogs even more. Comments make me want to write even more. I love you all. 💘

Also this was definitely not betaed so I apologize for the mistakes 😅

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You laid in bed awake for god knows how long. No matter what position you laid in, how long you laid with your eyes closed or how many sheep you counted, you couldn’t get back to sleep. You looked over at the large sleeping frame next to you, small snores coming from the very asleep man snuggled under the covers. You couldn’t help but feel envious over how effortless it seemed for him to fall asleep. It seemed he could be asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. However if you wanted to sleep, you felt like you had to make a deal with the devil to do so.

As you debated whether or not to get up, you looked at your phone and saw it was 2am. You figured you might as well stay in bed, but the sudden growling from your stomach protested otherwise. With a small sigh, you get up from the bed, trying your hardest not to wake anyone in the room; the large Akita was lying asleep in the corner on an even larger dog bed. He looked much too comfortable and you would feel bad waking him.

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[satans-favorite-child]

Trying my hand at writing a fanfic. It's taking kind of a smutty turn... I've never written smut. I've read smut, but writing it is harder than I thought. How did I get here? I got an idea from a song and it was never supposed to- it was just supposed to be implied! But now it's happening. This was just supposed to be a fun little exercise to ease back in since I haven't really written in years but I guess go big or go home right? Yikes.

[satans-favorite-child]

Yes omg I love this

if you're open to non-smut request, i'd like to ask for biker!bucky being jealous when you see him talking to a guy friend of yours and then he later acts cold and quiet and you end up talking about it? i'm in the mood for something fluffy haha love your writing!! ❤

ahhh jealous biker baby 😌 also yes bby we’re open to some non-smut requests <3

oof okay

he'd watch you from far away, leaning against his motorcycle; all black and leather, dark and handsome.

you won't see him at first because it had been a while since you saw matt. you have missed your friend, so you immediately engage in an easy conversation with him

you are smiling widely, sometimes your hand travels from his shoulder tomhis elbow and sometimes you just pull him into an unexpected hugs

bucky watches you and him laugh along, being close and having fun. the jealously is boiling in his veins

all he wants to do is go up to you, grab you by the waist and pull you against him and maybe punch the guy in the face because he wants to

but he knows that you don't like those kind of things. it'd only cause an argument which he doesn't like to have with you

so bucky just leans against his bike and watches as he smokes

he watches the way the guy holding your hands, stroking your wrist with him thumb and squeezing you tightly whenever you hug him

it lasts ten minutes but bucky feels like it's been going forever

you turn your head to look for him in the tenth minute, and you wave at him when your eyes find his

bucky just nods, usually he waves back but he's jealous and angry and doubting himself to the hilt right now, so he just nods

you immediately frown and pout a little

"are you okay?" you hear matt asking you worriedly. he must have felt it, you thought and murmur a yes to him

"you're around from now on, right?" you ask. your whole being is dying to be around bucky and make whatever you did wrong to make it right. when matt says yes, you bid him a goodbye and break out a run towards bucky

"hey," you say, breathless, "why are you waiting here? why didn't you come—" your frown gets deeper as you realize that he is all too serious. "what did i do wrong," you whisper, pouting

"nothing," he murmurs as he stands up suddenly and holds your helmet to you.

"bucky," you try to talk to him, but he wasn't having it

"put your helmet on and let's go," he murmurs again, voice darker now. you do as he says, he looks a bit upset and angry and you don't want to make him even more upset and angry

in a minute, you're wearing your helmet and sitting behind bucky, arms wrapped around him. you stick your hands under his t-shirt and start to stroke his skin in a way of calming him down

bucky doesn't say anything about it. he starts the engine and you are off like a bullet

you understand why he's acting like this when you arrive home. he probably didn't mean it, but he mentioned matt, and you suddenly got it

"you're jealous," you state, making him freeze in his spot. "you're jealous of me and matt." you chuckle. bucky grits his teeth. he can't see the reason why you're laughing at him

"there is nothing to laugh at," he sneers, and you stop. moving close to him, you hold his hands, place them on your face

"you're right, there isn't," you start, "but baby, matt and i are friends. like you and steve? we met when we were ten and srot of stuck together ever since." you kiss his palm, nuzzle into it like a cat

"it's been a very long time since i had seen him, and it felt nice to see him again," you explain softly, your eyes boring into his. "and when i did see him in front of me? i got excited. i have never thought about him in that way, james, trust me."

bucky still looks upset, you note, and you rise on your tiptoes so that you can wrap your arms around his neck and maybe get him to touch you

"he's married, baby," you whisper against his lips. "he's been married for five years now, we were friends and are still friends. we will continue to be friends. there is only you living and breathing in my heart."

bucky doesn't look like he was convinced, his eyes are carrying a little bit hurt, so you kiss him chastely on the lips.

"talk to me," you plead, hating the way he's being quiet right now.

"you're not gonna leave me?" he asks then, and your heart breaks. kissing him one more time, you shake your head vigorously.

"no, james, i'm not gonna leave you," you answer him seriously. "he's a friend, but you're the man i'm in love with! i can't live without you being around me, baby, you know that!"

bucky sniffs quietly and his arms wrap themselves around your waist. you smile at him. "really? i mean, i won't blame you if—"

pressing your fingers over his lips, you shut him up. "i love you," you say, eyes never leaving his. "i will always love you, not him. i mean him too, but not like i love you. i'll never love someone else like i love you! james, you're the one for me."

bucky lets out a broken sound, a sound that makes you want to hug him tight and never let go. he nods, sniffs one more time, and nods again.

"i love you too," he whispers, leaning against you, your foreheads now touching. "you're the one for me, too, y/n"

and fuck, you might be crying because it always feels so nice to hear him say that he loves you. you whimper softly and kiss him.

you kiss him with your all might, with your all love, all heart. bucky moans, surprised, but returns your kiss just as enthusiastic. just as in love.

he knows that you're his girl, his baby girl, and his everything. you mean so much to him, even the thought of losing you drives him crazy sometimes

so, bucky kisses you. swallowing your broken moans, he kisses you with his existence.

just as in love.

it's so soft imma cry brb

[satans-favorite-child]

I forgot about timezones for a sec and had to check bc I was like "wtf I thought I had another hour and 11 minutes!" 😂

[satans-favorite-child]

Not gonna lie, having been in a similar-ish situation, its kinda hard to feel bad for Dean. I mean I know he said he was scared, but the reader character can't know exactly how he feels. Sometimes I wish I could disconnect my number just to cut all ties with one person but its not a feasible solution for me personally.

Still, this is a reader insert I had no trouble relating to 🤷🏼‍♀

Salty

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to my drabble Ghost .

Summary: It’s been weeks since Y/n left him and Dean isn’t taking it well.

Pairing: none, past Dean x Y/n

Word count: 828

Story Warnings: angst, drinking, breakups, Dean calling Y/n a bitch, drunk texting,

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Dean tapped his fingers against the tabletop next to the almost-empty bottle of bourbon. His head was swimming in booze and he just couldn’t wait for the sweet release of the blackout he felt approaching.

This was Y/n’s fault.

She did this to him. She fucking left him. All he wanted was to give a bit of distance to push down the feelings she was giving him and she just…broke it off.

‘Salt and burn’, she said. Salt and burn…like he was a monster, like he was a spirit, like he was…something she needed to kill.

“Well, congratulations, you bitch. You did it,” he muttered, swiping the bottle off the table and twisting the cap off. He pushed the bottle to his lips and took another drag off of it. “Just wouldn’t give me…just wanted space and you…fuckin’ hate you.” He tossed to bottle across the room and sighed as it hit the sawed-off shotgun on the wall and knocked it to the bed.

“Stupid…fuckin’…this is…fuck her.”

He pulled out his cell phone and flipped through the gallery of pictures. Him and Sam, him and Charlie, him and Bobby from years ago. Y/n. Y/n asleep in the shotgun seat of the impala. Y/n laughing at something Sam said in a bar. Y/n looking like a damn dream the morning after their first time together.

His lips pulled down into a sneer as he looked at his phone screen. She just…fucking…broke him…and he was going to tell her about it.

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I think "you wanted to ghost me, I'm just salting and burning you" maybe be one of my favorite lines I've ever read in a fanfic 😂

Ghost

Author’s Note: Written for @deanwanddamons follower challenge. Prompt is in bold (and right at the beginning lol)

Summary: Dean’s girlfriend is done with his bullshit.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 511

Story Warnings: angst, breakups, Dean fuckin’ things up with his insecurity

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“Well, if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say, sweetheart,” Dean snapped.

“Of course I want honesty, you ass!” you exclaimed, shaking your head at him. “You think I want to be lied to? Who wants to be lied to?”

“A lot of people! A lot of people don’t want to know what’s really going on in their lives because they-”

“You unbelievable asshole!” You threw your hands up and turned away from him. You took a deep breath and shook your head. “Just…say it, Dean. Just say it.” You were met with silence. “Say you’re done, Dean,” you demanded.

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[satans-favorite-child]

*deep inhale* OH MY GOD CUTE!!!!! ☺☺☺ so much for that midnight snack but damn I giggled so hard at this 🤭💕

Imagine...Having A Midnight Snack

Pairing: Dean x reader

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This Feeling

Title: This Feeling

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,004

Warnings: Anxiety, Depression, Suicidal Ideations, Angst, Self Loathing, Mental Health Struggles, Fluff, Minor Sexual Innuendo, Comfort Fic! 

Summary: Depression and Anxiety are the world’s best team when it comes to taking you down. Your head convinces you of things that aren’t always true. Your best friend Jensen is there to remind you of that.

Square Filled: Free Space ( @spndeanbingo)

A/N: Jen’s mental breakdown in a fic! This one is just me trying to work through some stuff. I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged! 

 Depression. 

  It was a battle you fought day in and day out. There was no pausing. You couldn’t fast forward. Rewinding was out of the question. It was start, or stop. Nothing else. For the most part, you had your control over it. You knew when you got that way, and you knew what to do to help you get out of that state… at least, that’s what you thought. 

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Sam's not usually my jam but I make exceptions for good fics. Plus this was relatable (not the memories of losing people, just the deafening silence and trying anything to drown it out).

The Overwhelming Quiet

Sam X Reader

Drabble requested by @beka-dreamer​ from a long time ago. Sorry, I just found it!!!

Quote: Sometimes the quiet is so fucking loud.

Summary: When the quiet is too loud, there is usually one thing that can help.

Warnings: Angsty

They were gone. On another hunt, you couldn’t remember the state. Or even what they were hunting. But they had left you alone in the huge bunker. Normally you wouldn’t have minded, but today…well today was different.

The silence was deafening. As soon as you had woken up that morning it threatened to overtake you. No gentle humming of machines, no whispering of pages as they were turned. No music seeping out from Dean’s room, or Sam’s gentle laugh as he held you close. 

With the deafening silence came the thoughts. Memories and thoughts that you had tried to keep buried for so long. But the silence seemed to give them a golden opportunity, and they were much too strong for you.

Curled up at the library table you tried to fight them off. Memories of the people you couldn’t save, including your own family. Reminding you that you weren’t good enough, and had never been. Tears streamed down your face and that’s when you decided you couldn’t handle the silence anymore. 

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