#Crowley x plus size reader

[spn-incorrect-quotes]

Crowley: What's this?

Y/n, hugging Crowley: Affection!

Crowley: Disgusting.

Crowley: ...Do it again.

[via-l0ve]

Hello :) i wanted to know how the SPN boys would react to a plus sized reader? like big boned and curvy?

Plus-Sized reader (SPN pref!)

a/n: as a chubby girl i’ve been so excited to write this!!! i hope you enjoy babes!!!

warnings: plus size reader, i guess slightly suggestive, some tiny angst!

Dean:

dean LOVES your body so much

your thighs are like MMMMHMMMH

and your hip dips are like AHAHHHHHHH

and when you two lay together and he can feel where your side kind of rolls in on itself

he falls in love even more

he seriously thinks you’re the most beautiful person

he def buys you lingere so you can model for him

“pleaseeeee? your curves would look beautiful, sweetheart.”

if you ever feel bad about yourself he will get so sad

"You don't deserve to hate yourself. If you can't learn to appreciate yourself, then let me love you."

he loves you and your curves so much

his seritonin

your stretch marks make dean go fucking crazy

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Sam:

sam fucking ADORES every BIT of you

he can pick you up idc

have you SEEN his muscles?

let him give you piggy back rides and hold you like a bride because he loves it

he loves your whole being

he insists you’re the little spoon so he can feel your whole body against his

he gives you hickeys all over your thighs because they’re just so soft and amazing and his favorite ever

if you ever feel bad about yourself he will just “no.”

"I hate seeing you upset. Don't... don't do this to yourself. I love you,"

he never wants you to doubt yourself

ever

but if you do

you better talk to him

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Castiel:

worships you

all the time

he cuddles into your body 24/7/365

your curves are like heaven to him

he’ll trace your figure with his hands and fingers all the time

“you are gorgeous, my beautiful y/n.”

he just loves you so much

every inch

he dosent understand when you talk bad about yourself

he’s like “wtf you’re so gorgeous… did i miss something?”

he gets sad for you because he wishes you could see yourself how he sees you

“y/n… you are the most amazing person i’ve ever met. your looks are some of gods best work. please, do not doubt yourself again.”

—

Crowley:

crowley loves himself a chubby person

he’s just so mesmerized

if you EVER wear fishnets or cropped clothes or anything

he’s on his knees in a SECOND

like i’m so fr

he gets life from looking at and feeling your body

knowing you’re his???

amazing.

he hates it when you talk bad about yourself

stretch marks??? babe. everyone has them. yours are so cute

cellulite? just a map of where you’ve been. it’s gorgeous

Hip dips???? lemmie grab them while i fuck you senseless!!! so so so so so pretty!

he just loves every inch of your pretty body

he buys you clothes that show off more of you

[screamqueenmacher]

Tailored For Hell (Crowley x Plus Size Reader) - Chapter 1

hey yall! This is a story I've had on ao3 for a hot minute. Hopefully people love Crowley as much as I do🫶

This was...ridiculous, to say the least. You could easily say you had never been in a situation like this. Oh, what situation was that? A situation where you had been kidnapped and were currently being used as bait? A sacrifice maybe? You weren’t sure but there was a giant circle with a star in the middle on the ground, a table with a bunch of candles on it, and some random creep reading from a ratty old book in the ratty old house you were in. There was also a bowl of something, but you didn’t really want to know what was in it. You didn’t know what language the guy was speaking, honestly trying to focus on how to get out of the binds wrapped around your wrists. The guy that had grabbed you finally stopped his chanting, looking around like he was expecting something. “I don’t understand. He should be here.”

“Who? The devil? Maybe I’m not a good enough offering. Ya know, if you let me go, you could run out and find someone better. Small blonde or brunette or something.” You had a larger build, one most people tend to refer to as “plus-sized”. You didn’t normally use that to your advantage but this felt like as good a time as any.

“You know I can’t let you go, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Hey, man, listen. I’m not gonna turn you in or anything. Think about it. Why would I want anybody to know that I’m not even good enough for the devil himself to show up.” He sat silently for a moment, almost as though he was considering letting you go. You were hoping you had convinced him before he turned back to the book.

“How could I forget?!” He slammed the book closed again, stalking toward you with a knife. Your eyes widened as you tried to scoot back away from him.

“Whoa, man, what the fuck?!” He had sliced into your arm, causing you to yell in pain. Without saying another word he walked back to the table, dripping your blood into the bowl. 

“Ah, it looks like you finally got it right.” You jumped when you heard the new voice. A man in a three-piece suit was now standing in the middle of the circle, a smirk on his face. “I was beginning to think that you were never going to get it.” He turned his attention to you now. “Hello, love.”

“You’re the devil?” The guy that had kidnapped you seemed surprised, as did you but for different reasons. Like, yours was more how demons fucking exist, and he just seemed surprised by who showed up, instead of the fact something actually showed up. 

“You don’t seem impressed. What about you, darling?” His accent had somehow made his voice sound more threatening now than it had in the beginning. You were sure he was irritated with how he was being treated. “Are you impressed?”

“I, uh….I just don’t want to be here.” The supposed devil chuckled at your reaction. Your captor cleared his throat, leading to a frown forming of the devil’s face.

“Ah, yes, you. I’m the King of Hell, so I’m actually better than the devil. What do you want?” You didn’t really care what the guy wanted, you just wanted to get out of there. As the two men spoke, you were looking around for your way out. You weren’t a fast runner, or climber, or...honestly you weren’t athletic in the least. This was going to be harder than you thought, unless someone were to come and save you, but that only happens in movies, shows, books, and mostly in fanfiction. Your thoughts, and theirs, were interrupted by the front door slamming open, two large men barging in. The man who introduced himself as the King of Hell rolled his eyes. “Have you two been tracking me again? You know, stalking is frowned upon in this age.”

“Shut up, Crowley.” The shorter of the two men snapped at the apparent king. This was literally the weirdest day of your life. You weren’t really paying attention to what was happening other than the tall tree of a man with long hair coming over to save you. You had never really pegged yourself as a damsel in distress until right now, and with these knights in shining armor, you were really digging it.

“Hey, you’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you out of here.” The handsome giant pulled you to your feet, holding you close to him.

“It’s about damn time.” You blushed at the surprised look he gave you. “No offense to you guys, like, I didn’t even know you were coming. I just wanted to get out of here, ya know? God, am I rambling? I feel like I’m rambling, so, like, uh, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He chuckled at your ramblings, making you even more embarrassed. Your attention was brought back to the other three men when a gunshot rang out. You looked over to see your captor lying on the ground, blood running from. “Dean!”

“I didn’t have a choice!” The shorter one, Dean apparently, yelled back. You were in shock, as you’ve never seen someone being shot before, let alone killed. Most people haven’t, in your defense, so you didn’t feel too bad about being a little nauseous.

“Wow, you really just went for it, huh?” You hadn’t really realized you said it until the king, Crowley maybe, had started laughing. 

“I like this one, boys. She’s going to be fun to have around Hell.” Second time in the span of maybe two minutes, you had been shocked more than ever before.

“WHAT?!” You had now moved so that you were partially behind the man that had saved you, well the tall one. There was no way you were going to hell, right now anyway. 

“No way, Crowley. You’re not taking her anywhere.” Giant, you didn’t know his name, had a very stern tone and his body had tensed up. Crowley rolled his eyes.

“She’s a gift, Moose. You know I don’t like to turn down gifts.” There were so many thoughts going around your head right now and you felt like you were about to be sick. There was no way this was going to happen to you.

“Listen here, dickwad.” The three men were clearly taken aback by that. “That guy is dead. I did not agree to any of this bullshit that happened. I am a bad gift to get, like are you really looking at me right now? So back the fuck off, my man, because the only way I’m going to hell is if I die, and honestly who knows I might make it into heaven.” The amount of silence that filled the empty house was surprising. Your heart felt like it was about to beat right out of your chest. Before anyone could say anything you decided to just walk out the door. That was the end of it for you, there was nothing in that building that you wanted to stay around, except for maybe those two men that saved you.

“Wow, you really just went for it, huh?” You turned around to see Giant coming out of the house as well, smiling at you. You both laughed a little. You really had just let it all out. “So, listen, uh…”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Listen, Y/N, we’ll take you back to your car or home or wherever.” You blushed lightly, thanking god that it was pretty dark outside so he couldn’t see it, mumbling a thank you. “And he’s not going to do anything to you. We can help protect you.”

“Thanks, uh…”

“Sam.”

“Sam. I appreciate it.” You couldn’t help but let out a huff of amusement, gesturing to the house. “This is...too much. Is this like a regular thing for you?” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah, actually it is. My brother and I deal with stuff like this a lot.” Dean, his brother apparently, finally came outside.

“He’s gone.” You let out a sigh of relief.

“Y’all deal with some wild shit, ya know that? Like count me the fuck out.” You were laughing, and the men humored you by laughing lightly. “But really, thanks for saving me and all.”

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It had been about a year since that night. You went back to working your regular job at a tailor shop and pretended that none of that had happened. You had exchanged numbers with Sam, just in case, but so far you had never had to use it and you wanted to keep it that way. They had “warded”, as they put it, your house against demons, just in case. So now everything was back to normal. 

There was maybe thirty minutes before you were supposed to close the shop, and you decided to just close early since it seemed nobody else was coming in and your boss was out of town. You were the only worker that hadn’t left for the day so fuck it. Just as you came from the back room into the lobby, the bell above the door jingled as it opened. Your heart stopped for a moment. You honestly recognized the three-piece suit before the man wearing it, because nobody ever wore those just for the hell of it in this town. A million thoughts went through your mind, but the only one that made sense was to just pretend you didn’t know that the fucking King of Hell had walked into your shop. “Hello, sir. We’re actually about to close, so if you need any actual tailoring or sizing then please come back tomorrow.” 

“Oh, well that’s very inconvenient for me because I’m actually leaving town later tonight. Are you sure there’s no way you can help me out, love?” Your heart was racing. You didn’t know if he didn’t remember who you were or if he was doing the same thing you were doing. 

“I’m sorry, sir, but my boss has made it clear-”

“Why don’t you just give her a call and see if she’ll allow this one time.” He had another smirk on his face, just as you remembered it. You hated that he was so good at manipulating this situation, but he was the King of Hell after all. You pulled out your cell phone, dialing Sam’s number, but he didn’t need to know it wasn’t you boss.

“Just one moment, sir.” You gave Crowley a short, and very fake, smile while you waited for Sam to pick up the phone. When he finally said hello, you knew he was going to be getting a very confusing message from you but hoped he would get it. “Hey, Janice, I just had a quick question for you. So, a man has come in asking for us to tailor his suit and get his measurements, but we’re about to close and I’m the only one here. Can I do it?”

“Y/N, what are you talking about? Are you in danger?” Your eyes darted up to Crowley.

“I actually didn’t ask, let me see.” You spoke to Crowley now. “Were you wanting us to help with another suit like the one you’re wearing?”

“Yes, darling.” Crowley smirked again, his eyes never leaving you.

“He said he wants help with a three-piece, and he plans on leaving town tonight, so I would have to do it now, and not wait for you to get back from the conference tomorrow.” It felt like your heart was in your throat. There was no way Sam was going to understand what was happening, that you were in potential danger.

“Y/N, listen to me. Is it Crowley? Say that you understand if it’s Crowley.”

“Yeah, I understand.” You sent another fake smile towards the demon that stood before you.

“Okay, we’re heading to you right now. We’re at a hotel a few towns over but we’ll get there as fast as we can.”

“Alright, I’ll let him know you gave me the go-ahead.” You hung up, slipping the phone back in your pocket. “Okay, sir, if you’ll just come right back here we’ll get started!”

“Fantastic, love, I’m glad you were able to convince her.” He followed you back, eyeing you like a predator about to pounce on its prey. You held out an arm, gesturing to the small stage in front of a mirror.

“Just step up there and I can start getting your measurements.” He eyed the stage warily, almost like he knew the boys had drawn a devil’s trap on the underside. 

“I’m not very comfortable with that, so let’s just do it with me standing on the ground.” How did he possibly know? This was becoming one bitch of a situation. Who knew how far away Sam and Dean were, and who knew how long you could keep pretending you didn’t know who this was?

“Sir, I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to get accurate measurements unless you step up there.” He had an evil look in his eye, and was clearly trying to size you up. You wanted to just cut and run, but you knew you couldn’t back down without giving yourself up.

“I’m not going to do that, kitten.” He took a step towards you, but you remained on the spot. Was it bravery or fear, you weren’t sure.

“Then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You heartbeat sped up once more, and you were so sure you were about to die.

“I’m not leaving, Y/N.” You were glad you had a nametag on and didn’t have to acknowledge any other reason for him to know your name. 

“I’m going to have to call the police if you don’t leave right now.” You knew your voice wavered at the end, and you knew he heard it too. This was spiraling out of control much faster than you had originally expected, and the boys were still MIA.

“You’re not going to do that.” You hadn’t actually seen him angry before now, or was it just extreme annoyance? You weren’t sure, but you hadn’t seen whatever this was, probably because you had fled the house that night and left Dean to take care of it. “You’re not escaping me this time, pet.” The bell above the door jingled, signalling that your saviours had finally arrived.

“Sam!” You yelled for them, trying to get away from Crowley. He had grabbed your arm, dragging you towards him as Sam and Dean came crashing into the room.

“Good try, boys. Too bad we couldn’t chat.” With that, he raised a hand, snapping his fingers and transporting you from the room.

[fandomohana]

Well, with the help and support of @aliahm, I'm going to officially start a Good Omens series. 🩵🩵🩵

Coming soon! The Girl of His Dreams. 🥰🥰🥰 (aliahm gave me this most perfect title!)

For my Eddie followers, 1986 will be continued, I just have to chase the muse when she shows her face. 🤣🤣🤣

Right now the muse is whispering this story to me, and she's fickle. 😅

Series themes: plus size reader, soulmates, Crowley x reader, non poly, sorry kids, only one angel in a tan coat has my heart, and that's Cas. 🩵 Mutual pining, friends to lovers, this will be HIGHLY self indulgent. 😅

If anyone wants to be tagged let me know. 🩵🩵🩵

[sparklystarrrr]

One shot request:

Word gets out that MC is dating the Vice House warden of Pomefiore, and Vil is NOT impressed. While you may not be officially a member of the dorm as someone close to his second-in-command he can't have you just running around. Whether you like it or not Vil now considers you a representative of Pomefiore.

Queue a disgruntled Vil showing up at the step of Ramshackle with a basket full of care products and a neatly pressed Pomefiore uniform for when they enter the premises. After all it would be poor etiquette to arrive in a slovenly state.

It's especially bad if MC struggles with hygiene in general; never fear though, he will make sure you attain mastery in the subject!

Oh and you get a micro dose of the Epel treatment.

STOPPP this is so good, I've been WAITING to do a Pomefoire oneshot for ages THX SM FOR THE REQUEST ANON!

Simple Touch-ups

Synopsis: As Rook Hunt's partner, it's Vil's job to make sure that you, as his unofficial Pomefoire member, look absolutely parfait!

Contains: Rook Hunt x Gn! Reader, Vil Schoenheit x Gn! Reader (platonic), reader gets the Epel treatment, Vil refers to (y/n) as Potato, Rook uses a plethora of French nicknames for (y/n)

It was rather calm today considering word had gone out that you and Rook were officially dating. Pretty much everyone supported you and absolutely shipped the two of you! It was honestly quite refreshing. You sat scrolling on your phone in bed when all of a sudden the doorbell rang. "Huh? No one told me they'd be coming over, I wonder who it is?"

You hopped to your feet and scurried down the stairs of Ramshackle, opening the door to see Vil looming over you with a large basket cradled in one arm and a black garment bag in his other hand. "Good evening, Potato. It has come to my attention that you're in a relationship with Rook, yes?" He said while slightly grimacing at the sight of you in over-sized pajamas and hair sticking out from every direction, plus the lack of makeup or skin care gracing your clearly exhausted face.

"Yup! Is there a reason you have these... giant packages?" Your eyes scanned between the items in his hands. "They are for you Potato. Now, scurry up to the bathroom. I must fix whatever's going on here." The man dramatically looked away as your current ensemble disgraced his eyes. In the name of fashion and all things beautiful, your outfit was a disaster, even for lounge wear.

He ushered you up to your bathroom as if it was his own dorm and looked around sadly at the minuscule size of the bathroom. "There are seriously no chairs, not even a stool?" He said, clearly shaken. "Yeah... Crowley didn't provide me with much so this is all I have." He nearly fainted. "Well, Pomefoire would never treat a young Potato to such impoverished dormitories and petite washrooms. Now, sit on the counter."

You propped yourself up on the counter and he set the basket of goodies next to you, unwrapping it and taking out everything while explaining them to you in great detail. "This is a toner, you must use it before every product you add onto your face." The bottle was dark purple, seemingly from his own brand. If it was by Vil, it was sure to work.

Along with the toner, he pulled out makeup removers, serums, moisturizers, eye creams, lip masks and balms, ect. The whole nine yards. "You will use these every day. If you need more just give me a call. I'm here to assist Potatoes like you in need of a makeover." You honestly thought he was just calling you ugly in the fanciest way possible, but whatever, getting to work with Vil was practically an honor! Especially since this was your boyfriend's best friend making sure you looked good for him.

"Now, we shall commence the makeover." Pardon..?

It was like he pulled the makeup bag out of his back pocket with how quickly he wiped it out in front of him. "Vil... What are you doing?" You asked skeptically. He looked at you like you were actively growing another head"...You thought the makeover ended there? Don't be silly Potato, you will need more than skincare products. Close your mouth so the foundation doesn't crease." He spoke after adding a cool primer to your face. He applied the light weight foundation to your face that was somehow your exact shade.

He held the bottom of your jaw up with his fingers while he patted it into your skin and blended it out flawlessly. "Suck in your cheeks. I must do the contour, blush and highlighter." He pulled out a few pallets and some bottles of blushes and contours and highlighters along with many different brushes and blenders you thought you've probably never seen before. He glided the brush with warm brown contour onto your cheekbones and along the sides of your nose, blending it into your skin with the faint red blush on his brush. He dusted shining white highlighter on the tip of your nose, brow bones, cheekbones and cupids bow. He set in the base with a setting powder that happened to go perfectly with your skin. How did everything match your skin tone so well? That was a question you'd never know the answer to. But knowing Vil's extensive makeup skills and Rook's obsession with everything possible about you, you had a good idea of how.

He muttered a small close "Close your eyes." before spraying your face with a setting spray. While your eyes remained shut he opened a pallet of neutral colored eyeshadows and shimmers. He gently applied warm browns to your lids, adding a dark purple shimmer to the center of them as well. He pulled out a smaller, more angular brush and tapped it into the black eyeshadow, adding it to your upper lash line and stretching it out like eyeliner. "Open your eyes Potato." He then grabbed a lash curler and went straight in. You didn't know what to do when suddenly seeing this new tool that sort of looked like pliers, so you stood still in fear. Luckily it was quick. He grabbed a bottle of mascara and wiped the excess off at the rim,"When I say blink, you blink." It seemed more of a threat than a request when he said it, but you followed his lead nonetheless.

He held the black garment bag in front of you. "The makeup is done. Put this on and meet me in your room." He shut the door with just those few words and you heard his heels clicking to your room. You sighed.'Beauty is... confusing.' You thought to yourself. Hanging the garment bag on the shower rod, you unzipped it. There hung a perfectly ironed Pomefoire uniform. The purple was deep and velvety and the pants were a shining black leather. It didn't have any shoes to go along with it, but you had a good pair of heeled boots that Rook bought you which would look perfect with it!

When putting it on, the pieces were confusing. You didn't know what piece was supposed to be added first or where each accessory went. You tried to remember what Rook's uniform looked like and how he would put it on in the morning when he would sleep over at Ramshackle. At last you came to the conclusion that it would be shirt, pants, that jacket/robe thing, and the wrap belt. Buttoning the shirt and wrapping the little ring holes around your fingers was a lot harder than you expected it to be. How on earth did Rook manage to make it look so easy?! The next step had been much easier. It was simply putting on the pants which you did with ease.

Then came the jacket. You had heard that Epel had a rough time putting it on to this day, so you hoped and prayed that this would just be a him problem and not a you problem too. You were wrong. It was 100% a you problem as well. You practically got tangled in the long purple fabric while trying to make it look perfect, then at one point you gave up. Vil would most likely nitpick at it for you and fix it on his own accord. Putting on the belt was no easier. It was once again a fight between you and the fabric. You felt pity for all the Pomefoire students who had to endure this pain every single day because this was WAY too much for a dorm uniform. It was like a puzzle, and you were absolutely lost doing it.

After a few too many minutes of being stuck in the bathroom and struggling on your own, you decided to get Vil's assistance. You shyly walked down the hallway with the floorboards creaking under your feet. You opened your bedroom door to find Vil going through your closets and dressers, grimacing at the clothes or lack of clothes you owned. You had only your school uniforms and clearly not enough clothes, four or five outfits max. Outfit repeating was an absolute must in your situation. "Potato, we will go shopping another day. This is clearly not enough to last you the rest of the school year. You're practically wearing threads!"

"Yeah, I haven't really had enough money to splurge on any clothes recently. I just need to get by with food and rent, clothes come second. Y'know?" You sighed out, a bit embarrassed at him shuffling through the few pieces you had. He looked at you gobsmacked and leaned a hand against the wall to stabilize himself. "...Are you serious?!" He said between deep breaths. He clutched his heart in true actor dramatics. "Uh yeah..." He shut his eyes to take in this newfound information."Potato, we will go shopping. Tomorrow in the first crack of sunlight. We both know you need it." He quickly shifted his eyes to the uniform on your body that was unfinished in assembling."The uniform has yet to be fully assembled. Why is that?"

"Oh uhm, I just needed some help with the belt.." Your voice lowered in volume as you explained your current predicament. He snorted a small chuckle "I see. Come, I will assist." He walked toward you and examined the whirlwind of a Pomefoire uniform that lay before him. He whisked the leather belt around your waist and tied the golden and red intricate rope around the belt easily. He adjusted the collar of the jacket and black shirt and made it look nice and sleek. "You'll wear this uniform exactly this way every time you step into Pomefoire, are we understood?" He said sharply. "Yeah Vil, but why should I? I'm not a Pomefoire student." You questioned. "Though you're not sorted into Pomefoire, you are in a relationship with the Vice. Therefore making you an unofficial member. You indirectly represent my dorm." He spoke as if common sense while his hands trailed from the collars of the uniform to your hair. He twirled the locks of your (h/c) hair in his fingers while he looked at it in clear deep thought, his brows furrowed.

"We must style this. Turn around for me." You turned around and he got right to work. The man didn't even need a brush to style your hair as perfectly as he was. He carded his fingers down the (h/c) strands of your hair and pulled them back. He pulled a hair tie and a few hairpins from his pockets and began his work of styling. He pulled your hair into a low ponytail and wrapped your (short/long) strands into a bun, setting them in place with a pin every time he wrapped a new piece. He would occasionally move to look at the front of your face and adjust the strands of hair that circled around your face quite messily.

Once he was done he styled your hair as he saw fit. He'd framed your face with your hair perfectly and completed the low bun that made every strand of hair sit perfectly upon your head. When seeing your final Pomefoire look, he smiled to himself. "Shall we go to Pomefoire and show you off to Rook now?" He asked, a bit more cheerful than before when he saw you in your comfy clothes since you now dawned the Pomefoire attire he had made specially for you."Of course! But... do you think he'd like me looking like this?"

He sighed at your lack of confidence like an older sibling, "Why would you discredit my work? He will fawn over it for years to come, Potato. Do think of yourself as lowly as an insignificant worm. Especially in Pomefoire attire. Come along, we are going." He turned towards the front door of Ramshackle, expecting you to follow. In a nervous state of wondering how your boyfriend would react, you followed."Ah, before we embark, let me apply this lipstick to you." He pulled out a wine red lipstick from his pocket and dabbed it on your colorless lips. "Perfect. Now, let's go."

~ In Pomefoire~

Once you stepped into the doors of the Poemfoire living room, you saw Rook keeping watch of the underclassmen including Epel. They'd been having a bit of fun while Vil was out of the dorm giving you a makeover. He'd sat on the plush silk couch with his back turned to you, giggling at the slightly rambunctious freshmen of his dorm. "Hi, my love! How's your day going?" You spoke in a sweet voice while calling to him. He turned around, disregarding what he was previously engrossed in and suddenly the world around him stopped and you were the only thing he could focus on. "Ah, mon amour, tu es très beau! Oh la la~ Magnifique mon cœur, absolutely magnifique!!" He spun you around in the air with glee, his hands firm on your hips as he smiled so big at you.

"Though your beauty as of now is absolutely radiant, I assure you that your style of over-sized lounge garments and messy (h/c) locks is much more endearing to me and ignites a fire in my heart no amount of matches and wood could come close to, mon trésor!" He spoke heartily before pressing a passionate kiss to your soft rouged lips. "Thank you Dear, Vil gave me a makeover before coming over!" You said with a smile while he placed you on your feet again with his hands gripping your waist gently."It was a challenge at first, but (y/n) is quite compliant to my help. They're a true Pomefoire student at heart." Vil said with a small smirk.

It was like Vil said earlier, Rook would be fawning over this look for years to come. He had taken a picture of you in his dorm's uniform and set it as his wallpaper on his phone. He printed it and framed it TWICE, putting it on the wall above his bed and on his vanity. He even put a picture of it in his wallet so that every time he spoiled you again he could see your beautiful face and effectively spoil you more. He made it a point to show every one he could, no student at NRC was safe from the wrath of Rook's undying devotion and love for you, and to be honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Can ya'll tell I love talking about makeup and skincare...

[bunni-v1]

the latest post was real funny lmaoo, do u think u could also write abt the 2nd and 3rd years finding out the prefect is a girl? doesn't have to be immediate, take ur time <3

Second Years Find out You’re a Girl?!?!? (NOT CLICKBAIT) 

TW: Swearing; You have a smell (Ruggie); Floyd and Jade; Bunni can’t write Silver lol

Info: Ruggie, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, and Silver x Reader (Separate; Platonic/Romantic)

🍓Hiiii. Skip the intro if this isn’t ur first rodeo and buckle up cowboys (and cowgirls, and cowtheys, and cows). There is a notable lack of third years and dorm leaders because!!! They get their own part rip. I will (eventually) add links to the other parts, but I have a lot of homework to catch up on from being sick all week so it has to wait :). BTW it's long, but each part is pretty even. Love you all enjoyyyyy <3

First Years

Ortho & Sebek

Third Years

Dorm Leaders

-Okay so, I know we’re all wondering, how the hell do you get away with hiding your gender for so damn long?

-Firstly, those ceremonial robes do great at hiding the figure. The only tell would maybe be your hair, but feminine men aren’t unwelcome at Nightraven College, so you mostly get a few questioning stares and that’s it.

-Secondly, Crowley wants to save his own fucking ass. He already has to hide from the press that he has a MAGICLESS student from ANOTHER DIMENSION here, he doesn’t need the fact that you are a woman ALSO on his plate. So, obviously, he helps you hide your gender from others.

-Grim knows, of course, and he keeps his mouth shut for a few yummy cans of tuna (and threats of being expelled from Crowley <3)

-Even when you were just a janitor, he couldn’t have the rumor that he put a “helpless” young woman to work. (Like it wouldn’t be expected.)

-So how do you two do it?

-Baggy ass uniform. Crowley gave you at least three sizes too big.

-Your figure is completely hidden. Sure, you look completely homeless, but at least you’re hidden.

-For your voice, you simply deepen it. After some point, you blackmail Crowley into giving you a potion to help with it, since it's so taxing on your voice. (Or maybe your voice is naturally deep!)

-Sam provides you (for an unfairly pretty penny (not too different from your original world…)) any feminine hygiene products you might need.

-Honestly, you’re set for being cared for, but it’s the adjustment period that’s the hardest part. 

-Truly, it’s very jarring to suddenly be thrown into both a magical world and be isolated in a man's world with nowhere to hide.

-At least in your world you had other women who could understand your struggles. Here though? You’re completely alone.

-You notice how… messy some of these guys could be. How some of them smell… really rancid. -How rough they were with you and each other.

-Honestly, it’s kinda eye-opening. The way men show affection to each other is oddly refreshing to watch and experience!

-Ace and Deuce specifically are a good… trial run.

-That’s not what we’re here to talk about though…

-For the most part, it's incredibly easy to hide yourself for the first while on campus. Everyone on campus is so self-absorbed that they don’t bother questioning you.

-Your only real risk factor is Savannaclaw, but it's easy to avoid those guys (minus Jack, of course).

-However, you can only hide your gender for so long… It’s mentally draining to keep up this facade all the time around people you care about.

-So… how do they find out?

Ruggie

-Ruggie is… unique when compared to Jack. 

-The three beastmen in the cast are all oddballs in this case, but I feel Ruggie is the oddest.

-See, Ruggie finds out nearly immediately. I’m talking like… first day when you and Grim set the school on fire immediately.

-It’s my personal belief that he has the strongest nose between Leona, himself, and Jack so he doesn’t have to be close to smell that something is different about you.

-Now he wasn’t sure for sure. The smell of a person, especially humans, has a lot of factors playing in them. Plus the fact that you’re… not exactly a normal member of Twisted Wonderland’s Society.

-But he had a hunch. That hunch was only confirmed when he decided to steal your sandwich for Leona. 

-He got a nice big ol’ whiff of your smell, and he won’t lie and say it didn’t throw him off, for a second. He almost lost control of his spell on you.

-Luckily he didn’t, he got his sandwich and got away, but it left him with a lot to think about.

-(Bunni interjecting opinion here, my bad) See, Ruggie isn’t exactly afraid of the women in his cackle. They’re civilized people, after all, they’re not out there beating on every guy they see, but they are kind of intimidating.

-He was raised to respect and fear women by his granny, and he’s never really had anything that directly opposed that moral code impeded in him.

-That was until you started to get a little too involved in sniffing Leona and him out for injuring other students.

-Why couldn’t you keep that stupid little nose of yours where it belongs, huh? You’re making more trouble than it’s worth.

-Tries a ton of different ways to scare you off for your own good, but you are damn stubborn and Ruggie both hates and admires you for it.

-You figure he and Leona both know you’re a girl. Hell, Leona outright implies it every time he sees you (thank god your friends of choice are morons). 

-Ruggie though? He looks at you weirdly. You can’t be sure, but he’s a bit more cautious around you. Careful he doesn’t hurt you, but also sure to give you a spook or two when he needs.

-It’s all so odd.

-It’s not till Leona overblots that both of you get your closure. 

-Both you and Ruggie are left alone to recover after your friends leave and Leona’s family drags him away for forced bonding time.

-He can’t help but test the waters.

-“Yer weird y’know.”

“Gee, thanks. That’s how you talk to the guy who saved your life earlier.”

“Hey, that’s how I talk to everyone. Don’t matter if you saved my life or not.”

“Whatever. What's so weird about me then.”

“Why’re ya hidin’ who ya really are.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Yeah, ya do, yer the one who was insistent on that gym shirt that’s clearly three times yer size.”

“…

…..

…Fiiiiine. You got me.”

-He’s smug about it for the longest time too. Constantly cracking jokes and poking fun at you.

-Honestly, it's the start of a really cute friendship! 

-You two are far more chill and friendly after Leona’s overblot. So much so that Grim, Ace, and Deuce call it into question, but he won’t tell if you don’t.

-Besides, you need a good friend to hang around where you don’t have to constantly hide who you are all the time.

-He’s the chill presence that you need on campus, and he’ll keep his mouth shut with no problem. (So long as you keep providing him that sweet, free lunch).

Jade

-He doesn’t think you’re too good at keeping secrets.

-Unlike the beast men, he doesn’t have an amazing nose. In fact, Jade would say his smelling ability is rather lackluster compared to Floyd or Azul. 

-However, he has a crazy scary intuition.

-He doesn’t know right away, of course. He doesn’t have x-ray vision to see through your baggy uniform.

-What gives it away for Jade is your mannerisms. The way you react to different things your more… masculine peers do or say. The discomfort on your face with the more touchy-feely students on campus.

-To our lovely (bastard) Jade, it's all a dead giveaway. He knows by the start of book three when you first make your deal with Azul.

-It’s like he’s looking through you in that crowded little office. His gaze and placid smile pierced through your skin.

-He won’t say anything to anyone though. What fun would that be? 

-To him, it's quite funny seeing how unaware both he and your friends are of the truth.

-He gives you the chills every time he’s around you, but he’s not giving you any reason to believe he knows anything more than what you’ve told him.

-He uses the correct pronouns and treats you as he would anyone else. The only thing is that he’s got this knowing glimmer in his eyes.

-It scares you. Not in the ‘oh god he’s gonna do something to me,’ way, but in the ‘Oh god he’s looking at me again, why is he looking at me again’ kinda way.

-He really does not give you an inkling of an idea that he knows. Just stares at you, smiling like a creepy doll.

-Eventually though, at some point after Azul’s overblot, he corners you (quite literally).

-You honestly think he’s about to kill you, he’s very tall and his face doesn’t change as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

-“Your secret is safe with me.”

-And he walks away.

-What. The. Fuck. Honestly, the scariest thing he could’ve done. Scarier than anything Floyd could ever do honestly.

-To his credit though, your secret is safe with him! Floyd and Azul find out completely on their own, and in fact act surprised when you ask if Jade was the one who told them.

-And honestly, if you can ignore how scary his smile is, he’s always lovely to talk to when you’re in his serving section at the lounge.

-He’s actually the one who convinced Azul to give you a part-time gig when you tell him about your… difficulties affording Sam’s prices.

-Makes sure that your uniform fits the way that makes you most comfortable, and keeps the more rowdy customers AND servers (including Floyd) away from you.

-Very kind! Very weird! 

-When you ask him why, he just tells you, “What’s the fun in letting our little secret get out.”

-Creepy! But at least you’re sort of safe around him.

Floyd

-Now, I am aware that Floyd is a very smart person. As smart as both Jade and Azul, in fact.

-However, homie has ADHD like crazy, and if something doesn’t have his attention he is not learning anything about it.

-Therefore, when it comes to you being female, it takes him a little longer than Jade and Azul to figure it out.

-You don’t really pique his interest for a while. Sure, you’re from a different dimension and all, and you’re a magicless student at one of the most prestigious magic schools ever, and you defeated two of the strongest students at NRC’s overblots.

-So what! Who cares! Certainly not Floyd!.

-You don’t interest him, plain and simple. He finds you kinda boring beyond all that “superficial” stuff out of your control.

-That is honestly for the best, you think, You sort of have Jade’s attention already, and that’s scary enough for you.

-You’ve heard the terrifying tales of what Floyd does to Riddle, you’d rather not be an object of his “affections.”

-It’s not until he’s forced to pay attention to you that he gets… interested. (Yayy for you!)

-It’s not immediate, of course. 

-He thinks you signing the contract with Azul so confidently is really funny. 

-Your determination to pretend you’re not scared of him and Jade is kinda cute, sure.

-When he realizes you’ve caught Jade’s eye he really starts to wonder about you.

-What is so interesting about you that Jade, his brother who only ever really liked peculiar people, has been keeping an eye on you like you’re his prey or something?

It really makes him think, but he doesn’t get it. Seriously. What's so different about you.

-Realizes what’s up when your baggy uniform manages to hug just the right place just long enough that he notices in the heat of battle.

-He gets it now, Jade. How silly you are, little shrimpy, hiding something like that from everyone.

-Suddenly, after Azul recovers from his overblot, Floyd is really friendly with you. 

-Not even in the creepy, stalker-ish way that a lot of people like to portray him as. (Though he does, in fact, do a lot of creepy stalker-ish things. It’s in his blood, he’s an underwater predator after all.)

-It’s more like a really, overly excited, not well-trained puppy who just wants attention from its (new) favorite person.

-And, you have to admit, he can be pretty pleasant to be around when he’s in a good mood! He’s funny, easy to talk to, and always has something fun he wants to do.

-It’s annoying to him that everyone gets in the way of him talking to you, though. He’s not gonna hurt you or anything, just wants to give you a squeeze is all.

Jamil

-Jamil has literally no reason to interact with you, ever.

-He, quite honestly, tries to avoid you at all costs.

-Trouble seems to follow you everywhere you go, and with Kalim always trailing him like a puppy, it’s not a mixture he wants to deal with.

-So, Jamil doesn’t know. Nor does he care to know at all. He doesn’t want to know anything about you.

-Alas, you both attend NRC. Nothing goes well at NRC.

-So, you bump into him in the kitchen during winter break. 

-If he’s completely honest, you are incredibly nice and easy to be around. Smarter than he’d thought too, seems that your bad luck only comes from your goodness of heart.

-It couldn’t hurt to let you eat with the rest of the dorm just this once… could it.

-It could. It very much could.

-It’s in his nature to be observant. He easily picks up on people's mannerisms and tells them so he can adjust to them as quickly as possible.

-Your mannerisms, however, are particularly different from every other guy on campus. 

-You act more like you belong in Pomefiore in a lot of ways, and you tend to flinch at the slightest bit of contact.

-You keep your distance, wear baggy clothes, and your voice sometimes sounds really strained.

-All of these things are odd, but… everyone at NRC is a little weird. He’s a little weird.

-So what. He writes it off and moves on.

-That is until he has to give you the Scarabia uniform after pointedly deciding to kidnap you for a while.

-Your very visible discomfort at the idea of having to wear the new clothes, which he picked specifically to be closer to your actual size, was quite a big giveaway for him.

-He simply smiles and hums and goes to fetch you something a little bigger, for your comfort. He’s not a monster after all! He wouldn’t want a young lady to be uncomfortable around him.

-Keeps it to himself, like a little prize. He was the only one who knew, and he wanted to keep it that way for a while without letting you know.

-It was for no reason other than to fuel that ever-growing ego in his chest.

-However, he gets a little annoyed when Kalim asks him if he thinks you’re a girl or not. He also gets very annoyed when you outwit him and fly to Octanivelle for help.

-Then he finds out that not only did Kalim manage to figure it out on his own, but Jade, Floyd, and Azul have known for ages now.

-It’s just a fun little bonus stressor that adds to his ultimate overblot.

-The overblot in which he exposes your secret to the whole of Scarabia. The overblot where he is just a little too creepy for you to be okay with him for a while.

-Needless to say, you do not have a good relationship with Jamil after all of that.

-He does, however, apologize properly for what he did during his overblot during the music training camp arc.

-You two never really fix things, but you become amicable enough. 

Jamil doesn’t really care enough to try and out you to the rest of NRC, but he does owe you a semblance of kindness thanks to what he put you through.

-So he makes sure Scarabia students and Kalim don’t go yapping to everyone after school starts up again.

🍓I have to be fully honest before I write this, I don’t… know how to write silver. I’m not up to date with chapter seven, and he hardly has any in-game content, so I’m sorry if I got him wrong. I’m trying my best to learn the Diasomania characters, but I don’t have the time to sit down and read ALL of chapter seven. (I do, however, have the time to get about 30 hrs a week on Mercy overwatch so maybe I should get my priorities straight…)🍓

Silver

-Silver is one of the last people to find out on campus.

-Not only do you never hang out with the Diasomnia students (other than Malleus), but you and Silver have absolutely nothing to talk about.

-He’s always in a weird sleep-fueled daze, and he’s super quiet and stern. He’s not exactly an easy guy to talk to, but he is nice when you do talk to him.

-The greatest extent to which you’ve interacted with him is through Lilia, and you hardly interact with Lilia outside of Malleus.

-So yeah… Silver doesn’t really have a chance to find out on his own.

-Besides, even if he did suspect something, he’s too upstanding and nice to bother asking you about it.

-Like Jack, he would just assume you were trans, or you’d tell him if you wanted to tell him. 

-Besides, gender isn’t all that big of a concern at NRC, let alone for someone who was raised by a pretty open-minded guy like Lilia.

-So, really, Silver has no reason to suspect or ask anything at all.

-However… he does… overhear Lilia talking about something like that with Malleus.

-More specifically, Lilia scolded Malleus and made him promise not to say anything to anyone else. (Silver wonders who he might’ve spilled to…)

-It’s not like it’s his business. You two aren’t super duper close or anything. He’s a royal guard anyway, he can keep his mouth shut. Besides, he could’ve just misheard the conversation.

-.

-..

-…

-….He’s kinda curious though. Damn his human nature, he just wants to know that’s all.

-So, he asks you outright one day.

-“Are you a girl?”

“…No hello?”

-He doesn’t get why you’d hide something like that. Women are strong, what’s the point in hiding that you’re a woman.

-You explain it to him, and suddenly he’s much more sympathetic.

-Offers to protect you if you ever need it out of the goodness of his heart. (What a sweetie)

-Otherwise, he doesn’t change all that much, maybe waves at you in the halls now, but he’s not going out of his way to talk to you unless you want him to.

-He’s another good guy <3

[avocado-writing]

you could do crowley x reader

You're taking a ride in the Bentley with Crowley, the Reader is bored, you find yourself in a land of bawdy fantasy. Crowley gets you out of all this and knows your desires. Crowley has you right where he wants you.

notes: sorry if you didn’t want this to be so smutty. That’s how it turned out. pairing: Crowley/GN!Reader rated: E, minors dni

“If we’re going to drive through the countryside,” you tell Crowley, “you might as well slow down enough for us to actually appreciate it.”

Crowley mutters to himself and reluctantly drops out of fifth gear. The green blur outside separates into actual distinct trees, and you press up to the glass of the window to take in the beautiful outdoors. 

“Cows!” you announce to Crowley when you see a field full of them; the job of anyone in the front passenger seat. He manages a smile before you finally fully turn to him. 

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“Crowley…”

“Look, I’m bored, that’s all. It’s just miles of nothing.”

“Well, I’m bored too,” you sigh, face back to the window. “Ooh, sheep.”

There’s silence for a moment. You go to fiddle with the radio but Crowley interrupts the silence. 

“You know, we’re alone on this road.”

“Yes…?”

“We could… well...”

It takes a moment to register as Crowley nods downwards, and then your eyebrows skyrocket. 

“Anthony J Crowley, are you asking me to give you road head?”

“I’m just saying it might be more interesting than pointing out every farmyard animal we drive past.”

You consider this for a moment. He’s not wrong, really. Plus you’re reasonably sure he won’t crash the Bentley if you do indulge, he’s far too precious over it for that. 

You look around, making sure you definitely are the only two people on the country path, and reach down to his fly. 

He’s already half-hard from the idea, and it only takes a couple of strokes to get him all the way there. For a moment you just do that, fucking him with your hand, long and languid, watching his face as you swipe your thumb over his head. You can see the way his jaw tightens as he feels you begin to tease him. 

“Come on, Crowley,” you mutter, voice honey-thick with sex, “let’s see those pretty eyes of yours.”

He takes a moment to flip his sunglasses up. His pupils are blown wide, only a sliver of yellow to be seen. 

“Good boy,” you whisper, before reaching down to put your mouth on him. 

Crowley has a lovely cock. Just the right size, slightly curved, and right now a ruddy red and dripping with precome. You take him down your throat in one movement and you feel him swerve the car just slightly as you hit his base. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. One of his hands comes to settle in your hair, but you gently pull off of him, spit dripping from his shaft. 

“Both hands on the wheel. Behave.”

He makes a whiny little noise but does as he’s told. His knuckles whiten as he grips the steering wheel, trying to keep calm at the feeling of your warm wet mouth bobbing up and down the length of him. You lick a stripe up the vein on the underside of his cock, toy with his slit using your tongue. The taste of salt floods you. You close your eyes and hum, enjoying the experience of making him lose his mind. 

“You asked for this,” you chuckle as you feel him squirm in his seat. 

“I forget how—ah!—good you are,” he manages through gritted teeth. His chest rises and falls with the effort of taking breaths he doesn’t need, but desperate to find a way to calm himself down. 

“Do you want to come in my mouth?”

Crowley grips the wheel so hard you hear a crack as it breaks. 

“Yes.”

You take him down once more and, when he hits the back of your throat, you feel him release in a thick jet. You stay put until he finishes panting, then sit back up and make a show of swallowing. 

“Still bored?” You ask wickedly. Crowley doesn’t reply, too busy trying to miracle the car back together. You go back to looking out the window. 

“Horses.”

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Fuck, ok so guys you need to help me. I’m home for the holidays and as such i’ve fallen behind on my writing (sorry about that) but I just rewatched Dracula untold and oh my god it’s as amazing as i remember but i’m also in the middle of writing another instalment of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. so my question is:

[phoenix761fics]

Masterlist

Links broke on the old ones, so here's a single, much more organized new one. All fics tagged appropriately on their respective pages, including relevant content warnings. Enjoy!

The Boondock Saints

Eyes On You - PDA exposes one of Connor's kinks (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Getting Mouthy - Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth (Murphy x reader, smut adjacent)

The Grocery List - In which Connor learns not to snoop (Connor x reader, smut adjacent)

Just Being Neighborly - a locked door, a broken elevator, and the beginning of a night they’ll barely remember (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

Last Rites - the Saints’ final mission (angst, MCD)

Starving - Connor and Murphy loving on their lady (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Two Saints and an Archer - Connor and Murphy MacManus were vigilantes on a mission from God before the zombie outbreak, now God only knows how they ended up with Daryl Dixon, reclusive redneck and crossbow extraordinaire. There’s no doubt the three of them can survive the apocalypse, but can they survive each other? (gen fic, crack, crossover)

Warrior Shepherds - They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

The Phantom of the Opera

Another Alternate Ending - didn't the Persian give Raoul a gun? (gen fic, crack)

Supernatural

A Dangerous Game - Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. (Crowley x OFC/reader)

A Work Of Art - after sealing the rift and trapping himself in an alternate dimension, Crowley gets the chance to observe humanity (Crowley x plus-size reader, fluff)

The Familiar Winchester - a spell of Rowena’s has unexpected results (gen crack, Sam and Dean)

The Fast Lane - After Rowena’s magic brought her back from the dead, Charlie still can’t find any peace. On the open road, with the witch as her reluctant companion, there’s no telling where she’ll find it. (gen hurt/comfort, Charlie and Rowena)

Friction - Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact (Crowley x Gemma, smut)

Geek Squad - It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes. (gen humor, Sam and Dean)

Going Up - "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move." (Dean x Crowley, smut adjacent)

Graceless - After his release from the Winchesters’ dungeon, Crowley’s hold on the throne of Hell is more vulnerable than ever. Determined to strengthen his claim, he seeks to produce an heir with his mistress, young Annabel Allan, a human with no family and a powerful secret she doesn’t know she keeps. (Crowley x Annabel)

Heir Of Nothing In Particular - On the edge of another apocalypse, Cas and Crowley contemplate life, emotion, and all things human. (gen fic, Cas and Crowley)

Hell And Apathy - “Sam and Dean, but not her Sam and Dean…she trusted her friends with her life, and whatever the hell was going on with them right now…they were far from the men she knew.” (demon!Dean x reader x soulless!Sam, smut)

Howling - “The court was nearly returned to normal…as normal as Hell can get, at least…” (gen, Crowley and demon!Dean)

Original Prankster - Your favorite fictional hunter turns up in your kitchen, and your boyfriend knows more about it than he’s letting on (Gabriel x reader, crack)

If You Need Anything - when everything starts getting to you, your friend Cas is there to help you keep going (Castiel x reader, hurt/comfort)

Knock First - no one ever said hunting was glamorous, especially not when working with a demon who loves pushing people's buttons (Crowley x reader, humor)

Pie and Produce - kitchen fluff (Dean x Tara, fluff)

Ridiculous And Needy - “You really need to lock your doors. Anybody could sneak into your room and leave a few surprises in your closet.” (Crowley x reader, smut adjacent)

Roadside Assistance - “…when Crowley got the text from the bunker’s other resident, he didn’t think anything of it…” (Crowley x reader, FicFacers 2020)

She’s Buying A Stairway To Heaven - “His grip felt a lot more reassuring than any stranger’s had her entire life, but she supposed being menaced by a girl who committed suicide fifty years prior had a way of making things like that a little less odd.” (gen casefic, Dean and OFC)

Something You Don’t Know - a few mishaps on a hunt leads to a few confessions (Sam Winchester x reader, fluff)

Topeka Calling - Cas has caller ID. That hunter from Topeka has an itch. Dean just wants a refill. (gen humor, Cas and Dean)

Welcoming Committee - A tragedy prompts a new start for Sam and his son Jack (fluff AU, Sam and Charlie)

Why Can't There Be A Santa? - "There's no point in wasting that, because there's no bearded guy in a red suit coming to drink it." (gen fluff, Weechesters)

With The Touch Of A Button - One last End Of All Things, one last solution (gen crack, Team Free Will 2.0)

The Walking Dead

Bad Influence - “Her warmth was sinking under his skin until it felt like a little fire flickering through him…her voice soft and her words so full of that hope he was starting to think nothing could destroy…” (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Blue Into Black - Beth was a good girl, but something about Daryl Dixon made her want to be bad. Sequel to "I Don't Mind" (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Can't Tell Her No - Beth found something in her cell, and she can't wait to try them out (Beth x Daryl, smut)

Caught Staring - Beth goes for a walk in the prison yard (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Entertaining - Beth is expecting two certain someones for dinner, and nothing could possibly go wrong (AU, Brickyl Week 2018)

Get Bit - Maybe if he’d just left that damn door closed… (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

I Don't Mind - He’d never done anything like this before, never had an ongoing thing with someone. Whatever this “thing” was, cause damned if he knew. He’d never wanted to hold someone’s hand before, and he’d damn sure never wanted to kiss someone…not before Beth. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Keep Singing - Daryl in Alexandria (Beth x Daryl, angst)

One More Song - The war is over and peace has been a long time coming, and it comes with someone Daryl thought he’d never see again (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

The Parting Glass - a long night with memories and regrets (Negan x Lucille, angst)

Robin and Marian - They called him Robin Hood… (AU, Beth x Daryl)

Rushing, Racing, Running - They always had to be ready to run (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Take Care Of It - Beth has been thinking about Daryl, and she’s kept it to herself so far. Now, though, she might let him hear about it. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Talk Like That - You don’t talk back to him like that and get away with it. (Negan x reader, smut)

Trade You - “He needed somewhere to cool off, somewhere with a decent breeze that wasn’t crowded with people seeking his attention…” (Negan x Wendy)

Wake Up, Dollface - Negan visits after a shared glance (Negan x OFC, smut)

While You're Awake - Daryl can't sleep, and Beth doesn't want to. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Why Ain't I Running - They never built a wall that high/Or made a chain that strong/And God ain’t never made a place/I felt like I belong (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

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[imagine-a-dream]

Personal God

Crowley x female plus size reader

summary: Honestly PWP, but in my mind it was something along the line of You are insecure in your body and Crowley convinced you to try and ride him. warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, err worshipping kink probably? word count: 1656a/n: I'm trying to get out of my writing block and @walkingaline suggested to try and write ideas with an actual pen on paper, and it worked like magic. Forever greatful for our friendship, even though I dissapear sometimes 😭 you are the best, Fran, I love you! ♥ Also veeery self indulgent. I need some positivity in my life rn.

Crowley’s green eyes were soaking in your form through half-lidden eyelashes, never once leaving you. The look of absolute bliss and awe on his face only encouraged you to move even slower. You wouldn’t, couldn’t believe him when he said he adored the way you looked. You used to brush his words off as another complement of a sweet-talking ex king of the crossroads, not fully understanding his affection even after all this time. But right now, as you were looking down at his flushed face, riding him, hearing his short breaths and groans... you started to actually believe it.

You lifted your body up and down his length with a grace you didn't realize you possessed. You moved your hips in slow circles, not yet pushing down on his member fully, giving you both enough friction to tease, but not nearly enough to satisfy. You have never felt so powerful as right at this moment. The mighty and feared demon, king of Hell, who could kill with the snap of his fingers and knew no mercy, was nothing but a desperate, whining mess underneath you.

And it felt just amazing, his cock pulsing and twitching inside of you, stretching you delightfully. His hands were grabbing your wide hips, desperate and needy to feel you. Cheeks covered with a thick blush, mouth open, moaning openly without a care in the world. You wanted to laugh at how fucked he looked right now, wanted to tease him, but all the sounds died in your throat when you locked your eyes with his.

"You’re doing so well, my Queen."

His voice is almost trembling and he is looking at you like you are the most beautiful creature in the whole world. And to him, you really were just this: beautiful. You were beautiful in fancy dress, all dolled up and looking regal on your throne beside him, giving orders to his, yours, minions; you were beautiful in jeans and these bloody plaid shirts that he despised seeing on anyone but you; you were beautiful with your hair messy and your eyes tired from sleepless nights after hunts. You were beautiful in cute pajamas with your favorite cartoon character, all sleepy and comfy and warm, smiling softly into his gentle kisses.The intensity of his gaze is intoxicating, making your headlights and chest heavy with emotions.

You gasped when the head of his member hit you just right, and moved your hands from his biceps to cover his chest, to stabilize yourself. Your nails scratched lightly over his sensitive nipples. This made Crowley hiss and throw his head back.

He was becoming impatient. His hips jerked up slightly against his will, but he stopped himself and stilled under you. Oh, how he wanted you to move faster, to moan louder, to take him all the way to the hilt. He would love to flip you over and take you hard and fast, making you choke on screams… But it wasn’t about him tonight. It was all about you and your pleasure, your body, your confidence and love.

"So good for me, dear. Fuck, you’re amazing..."

His voice sounded sinful, rasping, and heavy with lust. His chest vibrates under your fingertips, and the sensation sends shivers down your spine, making your hips stutter and grind on his shaft slightly harder than you intended. He moans loudly, not caring if anyone hears. He wanted you to see just how good you made him feel.

His hands travel up your body to cup your breasts and you sigh in relief when he gives them a small squeeze. The heat of his palms spreads through your body like a wildfire and you spasm around his shaft. His fingers play with your nipples, repeating your own motions from earlier, and you finally let go and take him all in. Crowley curses through gritted teeth and you let out a breathy laugh and decide to speed up the motions and the new rhythm makes him almost choke on his moan.

"Yesss, darling, just like that..."

You were nothing but the finest piece of art in his eyes at this moment, so free and confident. In the darkness of the room, only illuminated by the street lights, you look nearly holy. He was sure he could spend an eternity just looking at you, admiring every curve, every freckle, every darn stretch mark you hated so much, but he adored. Every part of you, every scar, every birthmark, every inch of your body, was telling the most interesting stories that even the whole Library of Alexandria could not compete with.

He never believed in gods, even after his death and rebirth as a child of sin, forever chained to his womb in the depths of ungodly Earth with all of the pain and filth on and under its surface. But you... You were so much more than any god could give him. And he will forever cherish you, worship you to the end of life itself, and be forever yours to command. He would even start to pray, if it meant to see your bright smile, only aimed at him and him alone. He would kill anyone, would sacrifice any being of any power in this universe or other, if it meant you would spare one glance at him. And it would be enough.

You grind yourself harder, your pace quickens, and it takes all of his will to not meet you halfway. No, he wants to make you enjoy yourself, to take the lead in how to bring you both to the edge. But even his strength is not enough and his hips jerk once or twice to feel you deeper, closer.

One of his hands wanders down your body, gently squeezing the softness of your belly on its way, only to stop just when you need it the most. His thumb presses on your clit and you shudder and grind yourself even harder on him, moving your body faster. You clench around him, your breath is hushed, and your thighs are trembling.

Your body feels like it’s on fire. It’s like the flames of hell are licking your body, trying to burn you alive, claiming you as his.

You’re so close already. His thick cock massages your inner walls in all the right places, sending jolts of pleasure with every thrust; his fingers grip your flesh so tightly that you are sure there will be the print of his fingertips all over you by tomorrow. His eyes glow softly in the darkness, consumed by bloody redness and you know he’s close, too.

When his thumb starts to circle around your clit, you know it’s a matter of seconds before you finish. And he knows it, too. His other hand lowers to your waist, helping you chase your high, lowering you harder down his dick. Your walls flatter around him erratically and you feel the coil in your stomach tighten unimaginably.

"Keep going, my love. You are so gorgeous like this, fucking yourself on my cock, taking what you want. Come on, darling, cum for me. Cum for your king. "

He presses harder on your swollen bud and it’s all it takes for that coil to finally snap. The power of your orgasm knocks all the wind from your lungs, your mouth opens wide in a soundless scream, your back arches, and your legs shake around him. You can barely notice that Crowle keeps thrusting into you as waves of white hot pleasure wash over you again and again.

Your name sounds like prayers, falling from his lips, and you feel as if you are his personal God. You have barely come down from your high when you feel your second orgasm approaching. Crowley fucks into you rapidly, using your body as a fuckdoll, chasing his own pleasure.

"Can you cum one more time for me, love?" He whispers and all you can do is whimper in response, your body shaking, too overwhelmed with feelings of him still pounding into you. "I know you can, my queen. Just one more time, come on…"

You can feel like you might explode, and it takes only two more snaps of his hips to send you both over the edge, and this time you cry out for the whole world to hear.

You collapse on top of him, absolutely drained. He huffs out a laugh and pets your head gently. You lay there in the afterglow, not moving a muscle, for a few minutes, and try to catch your breaths. Finally, he moves under you and you panic, thinking the weight of your body is too much, you’re too heavy. But he hushes you and pulls you even closer. His softening member slips out of you and you mewl at the feeling of his cum dripping out of your sore core.

Crowley gives you a soft kiss on the top of your head, his hands lazily rubbing your back and upper arms, fingers drawing obscure patterns on your skin.

"Told you you’d like it." He murmurs somewhere in the crown of your head. "And a king never lies to his queen."

He feels you smile against his chest and lets out a chuckle. You only laugh at that and he slaps your buttcheek playfully.

"A good king, ‘ight. Am I not good for you?"

You find the strength to lift yourself a little to meet his eyes.

"The best."

"‘S right." He grins proudly and you want to argue just for the sake of pissing him off like you always do, to have a real conversation about kings and queens and all the other stuff in between, but you are so tired and your eyes close on their own accord. Before darkness consumes you completely, you hear a whisper.

"Rest now, my goddess."

You feel his lips on your forehead and fall into deep slumber, feeling happier than ever.

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Plus Size Reader Master List

Cas

Cupid Couldn’t Do Better

word count 2.1K; Plus-size reader, smut

Deserving: Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four

Series word count: 6.1K; Plus-size reader, all fluff

What Happened Last Night?

word count 3.1K; Plus-size reader, smut

Crowley

Naughty or Extra Special Naughty

word count 310; Crowley x Reader

Naughty or Extras Special Naughty part two – Yes, please 

word count 1.7K; Crowley x Plus Size Reader Smut

Dean

 A little tease 

word count 2.5K; Plus size reader, smut

Prelude; Imperfectly, Perfect

word count 1.6K; Plus size reader, fluff

House Hunting 

word count 6.6K; plus size reader smutty fluff

Making Breakfast

word count 2.6K; Plus-size reader, fluff smut implied

Nothing to Wear

word count 2K; Plus-size reader, smut

The Dreaded Bikini 

word count 3K; Plus-size reader, smut 

Sam

He Dreamed; Part 2

 word count 3.2K; Plus Size reader fluffy, some smut

Put a ring on it!; Part 1, Part 2 

word count 2.4K; Plus Size reader, fluffy smut   

Resolutions

1.7K word count, Plus Size Reader, fluff

Threesome: Dean and Cas

Ruining Christmas; word count 1.1K: Cas x Reader x Dean; some angst

Ruining Christmas part two; word count 1.8K: Cas x Plus Size Reader x Dean; Smut, Destiel, NSFW

Other

Sugar Daddies; Bobby Singer x Plus Size Reader, Dean Smith x Plus Size Reader part 1, part 2, part 3, Sam Wesson x Plus Size Reader

[screamqueenmacher]

Like a Virgin - Castiel x Plus Size Reader

18+ minors DNI!! Explicit smut lies ahead (vaginal fingering, loss of virginity)

They had no idea, and honestly? They didn't need to ever learn.

The books written by Chuck were surprisingly good. The brothers had banned them from their presence, and had attempted to ban them from your possession completely. You conceded, but only because you'd found fanfiction for the books.

They did not need to know that.

It wasn't always smutty. Sometimes it was just angst or fluff or comedy…but the smut was great. You'd read about Sam, and Dean, and even Crowley. But your favorite? Maybe your favorites involved a certain angel. A very awkward, handsome angel.

Castiel.

Ah, Castiel. The object of your deepest desires. There was something so charming about the way he would tilt his head when he was confused, or the way he still hadn't figured out air quotes completely. The way his eyes changed from the brightest blue to the stormiest sea in just a matter of seconds. The gruffness of his voice would often feel like music to your ears.

Most of the fics you read about the angel depicted him as a virgin. It was cute and endearing, and it didn't bother you. How could it? That would just be the pot calling the kettle black.

You'd gone this long without anyone, and the one person you wanted was far out of your league. You just didn't feel like trying to bother. You were bigger than most girls the bunch of you came in contact with, especially the ones that went back with Dean. You had a pretty enough face, and you liked your hair, and you personally thought you had a dazzling personality. But being with the angel was purely a work of fiction. Fanfiction.

“Why are you-”

Castiel's voice startled you so badly that you shrieked in surprise, throwing the phone you were holding at the intrusion. There was that darling head tilt as the man caught the object, eyes not leaving you.

“What the hell, Cas?!” You had one hand pressed to your chest, desperately trying to calm your heart. You fell back against the motel bed, sighing loudly.

“I was wondering why you were not at the bar with Sam and Dean. Now I am wondering why you think a cellphone is an appropriate weapon to throw at an intruder.” It honestly almost made you laugh. Your cheeks were warm with embarrassment.

“I didn't…you startled me. I wasn't thinking.” You huffed, sitting back up. The real reason you stayed back? Reading. “I just felt like relaxing.”

“Yes, I do find the bars quite loud.” He nodded, taking your answer. Then, he did the unthinkable.

Cas was staring at your phone. Your very lit up, unlocked phone. Your phone that you were actively ready fanfiction on. Castiel fanfiction.

Fuck.

“Cas! Don't! It's not!” Ugh. “Give me that!”

Getting up from the bed, you tried to grab your device from him. Tall bastard. He held it up, slightly out of your reach as he continued to read the screen. His eyebrows raised, and you knew the game was over.

“This is…pornographic. And I am involved.” He finally handed you your phone, but the damage was done. You accepted it in defeat, hanging your head as you sat down.

“Look, I'm sorry. It's called fanfiction. There's all kinds for all of you guys. Like for Chuck's books.” You looked back up to him, expecting the confused look to turn disapproving. It didn't, but he didn't look any less confused. “The boys don't like when I read the books so I read-”

“You read porn of them instead.” Ouch. That sounded harsh.

“Well, not always! This one happens to be multiple chapters, and only has some smut in it.” You defended. You swore there was a small smirk on his face.

“Smut that involves me.” It wasn't a question. It was a very, very, definitive statement.

“Well…yes.”

“What is a reader insert?” Your eyes widened, jaw dropped slightly. How much had he seen?!

“It's…ah, it's when the person reading the fanfiction is inserted into the story as another character.” He hummed lightly as he took that in. Damn, all of the pieces were coming together.

“You are reading yourself as the character I am having sex with.” You could die. He was right, you were, and you could die. Your face felt like it could start melting at any moment, that's how hot it felt.

“Cas, I'm sorry. I know it's weird and I promise I won't read any more that involve you.” He straightened some.

“But you will continue to read ones that involve Sam and Dean.” And Crowley. “Do not read about being with Crowley.”

“Hey! Stay out of my head.” You frowned, crossing your arms. “And you're not the boss of me.”

“No, but you would like me to be.”

Okay. Now, how the fuck were you supposed to react to that?! He was, unfortunately, correct. Had he managed to read that much of your screen in such a short-

“You do not hide your thoughts as well as you think you do.” His voice startled you, again. Oh, shit, that means… “Yes, I know very much how you feel about me.”

“How long?” He thought for a moment.

“A few months.”

“A few months?” You asked, incredulously. He'd known for that long? Was it good or bad that he waited until now to say something? “So, what now?”

“Now…now I believe I make you mine.” He said it so incredibly matter-of-fact. It felt like you stopped breathing. He came closer to where you were sitting on the motel bed, stooping over you. One of his hands reached out, gently cradling your cheek. He brought his lips so close to yours, they were just almost touching. If you leaned just a little forward… “If you do not want this, now is the time to let me know.”

Instead of backing out, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a tentative kiss. You'd kissed someone before, but it was when you were twelve, and it was on a dare. This was so different from that, on so many fronts. This was Castiel, angel of the lord. This wasn't some game, at least you hoped it wasn't.

The hand cradling your cheek slipped further back, into your hair. He held you in place, kissing you with a heat you didn't know he had. Maybe all of those fanfiction writers had gotten him wrong. He wasn't the blushing virgin you were, but instead just as suave as a Winchester.

“Not quite.” He broke away, whispering against your lips.

“Get out of my head.” You scolded before kissing him again, this time with your hands clutching at the lapels of his trench coat.

You kissed for a while. Experimental nipping and licking and exploring, all good and all sexy. It was actually surprising how well he could kiss, but then again, you'd all caught him on more than one occasion watching…learning material. See? He watched it, you read it. A sharp nip to your lip made you whine.

“Focus, Y/N.” There was amusement in his voice and you returned the nip, cheeks pink with embarrassment. “Would you like to go further?”

“How else are you supposed to make me yours?” Your eyes were hooded but you couldn't tear yourself away from looking into the amazing blue before you. This was a new blue, darker but not angry. Dark with lust.

With a wave of his hand, you found yourself completely bare, laid on the bed beneath him. You gasped, incredibly self-conscious, but he was a wonderful distraction. His lips kissed along your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. He sucked on some place, paying particularly close attention to anything that made you mewl. His hands roamed freely, squeezing, kneading, feeling every inch of you. You were struggling not to squirm beneath him by the time he finally reached the space between your thighs.

“I know you've saved yourself for me.” His voice was gruff, deep and husky with his passion. His fingers slid along your slit, once again feeling every single centimeter of your skin.

“That's not exactly true.” Your hips bucked as he found your clit, his fingers tweaking and pressing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“It's not exactly false.” He quipped, smirking up at you. He kissed your breast, taking a nipple into his mouth as he slipped one finger into you.

It wasn't right or wrong. You'd wanted Castiel and didn't care enough to go for anyone else. Your mind must have strayed far enough because he was suddenly pressing a second finger into you, making you moan. Slowly, he thrust his fingers in and out of you, bringing you higher and higher. You wondered where he'd possibly learned this, but were once again distracted by the tug of teeth on your nipple.

“Cas!” You cried out, your hands gripping the sheet below you. His fingers scissored inside of you, his mouth moving to your other breast to give it the same treatment. His thumb pressed slow circles onto your clit, a juxtaposition to how his fingers moved inside your pussy. He sucked harshly on you, causing you to arch your back. It was embarrassing, but you were already so close to falling over that edge.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” He grumbled into your chest, blue eyes watching your face intensely. Not that you wanted to follow orders so easily, but you couldn't hold it together anymore. Head tossed back and jaw dropped, your orgasm ripped through you. You'd fingered yourself before, but that was amazing.

He gave you time to come down, which you were thankful for. You were trying to get your breathing under control, but then he had to go and lick his fingers clean. Clean of you. And fuck if that wasn't hot.

“You taste like honey.” He groaned hotly. Kissing your neck again, he worked his way to your ear to whisper. “I'll take a better taste later.”

You had a feeling he really would. But right now there wasn't time. He looked so hard it had to hurt. Your mouth felt dry as you took him all in. He was big. Not overly long or overly girthy, but perfectly big.

“Cas, please. I'm ready.” You pleaded, arms wrapping perfectly around his neck. Your hands played with his unruly hair as he lined himself up with you. Perhaps your fingers gripped his hair a little tighter than necessary as he slowly pushed into you. But it drew out the most amazing sound from him, so you couldn't feel bad about it.

His eyes closed as he continued to slowly sink into you. You couldn't look away, even as your breath hitched. He was just so beautiful, especially like this. You whimpered as he finally stopped, his pelvis resting against yours. His lips found yours in a hot but gentle kiss. He wouldn't move until you were completely ready for him.

And in a few moments, you were. One of your hands slid to his neck, cradling him as you nodded your head. You didn't trust words at the moment, but he knew. If there was one thing you knew tonight, you didn't have to say anything out loud for him.

But you moaned for him aloud. You had to, the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls was something so…delicious. You figured sex had been hyped up, but this? This was exquisite.

“You are exquisite.” The angel breathed against your lips, his hips moving in a slow but deep pace. Every press of him into you hit the most perfect place.

It wasn't long before you were trying not to physically claw into him as you struggled to hold yourself together. His name was a prayer upon your lips, but this time was so different than any in the past. You held on as long as you could but soon you were shuddering around him, clinging onto him as if your life depended on it. You saw stars, barely registering him coming to his own end.

Basking in the afterglow. That's what this was. That's what you were doing. You were basking. Sex was so much more than what you'd hoped for, and you knew it was because you'd had it with Castiel.

“Okay.”

“Okay? I hope you found that more than adequate.” The angel frowned, looking worried. You simply grinned at him.

“Oh, it was way more than adequate. I meant, okay, you've made me yours.”

[weasleywinchester]

He didn’t Dump Me

Dean Winchester x Reader

This was meant to go in a chapter of Save Yourself, but I ended up not using it. It makes me giggle so I figured I would share. It's a while after Demon!Dean.

"Be right back sweetheart." Dean whispers as he leans to give you a quick kiss. You nod, booting up your laptop for what you could only assume would be a long night of research.

“I don’t understand.” Crowley mumbles after a few minutes of silence. You look up to ask what he means and nearly jump out of your chair, his face only inches from yours.

“How is it that squirrel chose you?” His frown deepens, his eyes trying to dig through yours.

“She’s a perfectly lovely lass Fergus.” Rowena gestures to all of you, frowning at her son. He hasn’t stopped glaring at you the entire time they’ve been in the bunker and she doesn’t understand the obsession. But you do.

“Is this a ‘he and I don’t make sense as a couple’ thing or a ‘you’re still mad you got dumped by Dean Winchester’ thing.” You grin, cocking an eyebrow.

“He didn’t dump me.” Crowley growls.

“Ya sure?” You ask, pure glee dancing in your eyes. He turns red from his head to his toes; and you're slightly sad that actual steam didn’t come out of his ears.

“Jealousy is not a good look for you Fergus.” Rowena sing songs from her chair, a delighted smile on her face.

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Masterlist

Started: 1/17/2021 

Last Updated: 11/10/2021

Total Works: 6

Works in Progress: 4

This is my very first masterlist and I’m very new to writing fanfics! I hope you stay and follow me so you don’t miss out on any future fanfics! -Vannah 

Indicators of what each fanfic is: Fluff (💕), Angst (😥), Smut (🥴) 

Marvel

One-Shots

Steve Rogers

Right Here For You Doll  (💕) 

It’s Too Late For That (😢,🥴,💕)

Bucky Barnes

Maybe Kids Aren’t So Bad (💕)

Admiration for You (💕,😢)

No One Messes With My Doll (WIP, 💕, 😢)

Thor Odinson (coming soon) 

Peter Parker

Studying Has It’s Perks (WIP, 💕, 🥴)

Loki Friggason

My Savior is Here (WIP, 💕)

Supernatural 

One-Shots

Sam Winchester

Waking Up To You (WIP, 💕,😢)

Dean Winchester (coming soon)

Gadreel (coming soon)

Crowley (coming soon) 

Drabbles

Dean Winchester 

My Sweetest Pie (💕)

Series 

Gadreel 

Surprise! (💕,🥴,😥) Part 1