#dean wincester x reader au

[notforyounorme]

Ominous • 1: Just breath

Dark Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

This is a dark fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given! Please DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you in any way. This is fiction, but can be disturbing to some readers. These warnings are not exhaustive, read at your own risk.

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Warnings: this fic will include content such as mention of Death, swearing

You see your mother standing next to the garage waving your way as you park the Harley behind your mothers car. She gives you the biggest smile as she walks up to you, her only daughter.

"There you are, honey. You're late! We were getting worried you wouldn't make it again." Pauline Johnson tells her daughter, giving you another quick hug. Darlene smiles as she puts her head on top of her mothers. The small woman scoffs before pulling back with a smirk. "Don't do that! You know I hate it when you show of your taller than me."

"Sorry, mom." You say as you throw a smirk your mothers way. "Couldn't help myself. Sorry, I'm late though. Len needed a hand with a new customer. Car broke down half a mile down Pine road."

You looks down at your slightly greasy hands, being a mechanic isn't the cleanest job but it sure does make her happy. And it pays the bills.

Pauline huffs. "That man needs to do his own job himself, honey."

"You know he's still rocking that brace around his wrist, mom. Means he can't quite hook the cars up right now. Not even allowed to drive. Hank drops him off every day."

"All right, all right. In you go now. Aaron and Trent probably ate half the food already. You know how your brother and uncle get, dear." Your mother tells you with a cheeky smile on her face.

You let out a laugh as you follow your mother up the pathway to the front door. With a twist of the knob the door opens 'That's weird she always locks it. No matter how far out the door she goes.' The thought runs through your head like a small headache and you simply shrug and shake it off. 'She might forgot to do it.'

The sqeek of the leather of your boots sounds through the entrance as you step inside to follow your mom, well the smell of the food, down the narrow hallway. Passing all the picture frames holding bits and pieces of her childhood and pictures of family and friends.

Pauline opens the kitchen door and steps slightly to the side so she can let her daughter pass. "Smells amazing, mom! Let me guess your famous chicken in cream sauce and garlic pasta?"

"As promised." Your mother sings. "Even put in some cream cheese. Just the way you like it." She tells your with a wink.

"Where's dad?" You asks her as she turns to face the rest the kitchen-dining room, the open space dimly lit by some candles here and there. Your eyes glance over the empty chair your father always had his ass pressed on. She looks at the two males sitting at the table. Your uncle Trent Johnson, your father's brother, taking a sip of his beer as he brings the bottle to his lips. Next to him is your younger brother, Aaron Junior, nearly breathing in the delicious pasta on his plate. Neither of them acknowledging you, your mother nor your father missing from his seat.

Suddenly your mother puts a hand on your shoulder. "Honey, what are you talking about? Your dad's been dead for months. Now grab a plate. Aaron is nearly eating all of it." She giggles.

"What?" You turn to her in shock. "What the hell you're talking about? I saw him yesterday. Don't say shit like that ,mom!"

"Don't be silly, honey. You were there when your uncle shot him right here." Your mother says as she taps her finger right between your eyes. The glint in her eyes making her look as insane as her words.

Everything feels off. A feeling of dread filling you up slowly as you once again glance around the room, which doesn't even feel the same anymore. The wallpaper slowly dropping from the walls, food rotting away and the smell of death filling your nostrils makes you gag, all the while your mother just smiles at you. "Come on now, honey. Let's eat."

Before you know what's happening, your mother grabs your head, teeth snapping beside your ear. She drags her daughter to the ground and sits on top of your body and for such a small lady she sure does have strength.

That's when you see it. The death look in your mothers eyes, like a white glaze covering her once deep honey eye colour. And the large bite mark on her neck still bleeding while her skin is rotting away. Your mother, or whatever this is, grabs a hold of your left shoulder trying to push you down while snapping her teeth as if she wants to take a bite.

Another hand on your right shoulder is the one that makes you snap your eyes open. A gasp leaving your mouth as you sit up so fast your head spins.

"Shhh... It's okay. It's just a nightmare, Pop. You're okay." Your brothers soft voice brings you back to reality. Breaths becoming more steady. "That's it. Breathe."

"I'm fine." You stutter out. The nightmare rolling to the back of your mind as you look up at your brother. "Thanks." You softly smile.

"Tell me about it."

"I'm fine, AJ. No need to worry about a silly bad dream." You huff, a scoff nearly leaving your lips at the worried look on your brothers face. You look around the small cabin you found, hidden away in the woods, looking for anything else other than your brothers worried puppy look. The only look that could make you break and cry while you need to be strong and tough for him.

Even though he is only three years younger, it doesn't mean he is any less your younger brother. Little brother even. You would always be there for AJ, protecting him even if it means risking your own life. Nothing more important than the safety of one of the two only family members you have left.

And not a day goes by where you feel regret for not being able to save your mother and father.

Aaron sighs before turning back to his book. "Unc should be back soon. He went out looking for food."

"And you let him go out alone?!"

"Like he would let me leave you here alone to go with him. You know how he gets, sis."

"Of course not! You should have woken me up then. I could have gone with him, you little douche."

"Yeah, right. Bitch." Aaron says before lifting his hand to turn a page. "This I quite the story."

"Of course it is. You've known it from the back of your hand ever since you were young, AJ." You laugh. "I mean, can't quite blame you. Harry Potter is a good book to let your mind just drift away to better places. We sure not one of those." Both of them laugh slightly to the comment.

You stand up slowly. The popping of your bones is causing chills to run down Aaron's spine. He always hated that sound. And You, being the big sister you are, always teased him by popping them on purpose. You could remember your mother scolding you while your father laughed it off. "Perfect definition of brother and sister." He always used to say.

How you missed them both.

The sudden sound of footsteps nearing the door made both of you look up. Aaron reaches for the machete laying next to him while you grab the hunting knife from it's holster on your thigh.

Three knocks, then two then four signals the two of you it's your uncle. He turns the knob slowly before opening the door and stepping in. "Good you're both up." His gruff voice says. He turns slightly to close the door behind him. Taking a deep breath in trying to catch his breath.

"You ran here? What happened?" You ask Trent. In the corner of her eyes she can see her brother standing up slowly. "Are you hurt?" But your uncle shakes his head.

"You both are never gonna believe what I found."

[dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy]

rockstar!dean x rockstar!reader headcanons (1)

I ADMIT I HAVE A PROBLEM- ALL 80 DRS I HAVE... EITHER DEAN OR JENSEN ARE THERE AND IM SCARED TO SEEK HELP BECAUSE IS IT SO BAD??????? no.

anyways <3

FUCKING IMAGINE

im doing multiple scenarios

you are in a band with dean:

hes guitarist (im melting while writing just fyi)

i picture young dean.. BABY DEAN... early 20s

-he definitely fiddles with more metal/rock stuff (maybe throw in some occasional indie/alt rock)... hes got some fire riffs, my guy, like he is musical genius. but dont ask him about music theory....he didnt learn it all the way through but he knows enough to just barely get him by. and dont ask him to play drums because he’ll describe them as *bums* and *tshs* and *tongue click* and *ts ts ts*. man has no expertise there but the thought and effort is there. and anytime he writes music, its not incredibly deep, but its creative. like his rhymes and wordings sometimes have you like ??? damn shawty. but when he does write deep lyrics...he goes absolutely ham. its so fucking emotional that you had no idea where it came from. its 0 to 60 after some decent effort and concentration. hes amazing at what he does 

-when yalls band gets bigger and you start performing in arenas and vibes get more and more hype...yall do that thing where your back is against one another while singing or playing another instrument. you both give each other the wildest, happiest smile and start to turn to one another while his solo is coming up and youre building up to a crazy note, and your backs are pressed against one another, and you both start to slide down, deep deep deep into what youre playing. the crowd is absolutely WILD for it, and they made edits of that moment of you two on stage. 

-i personally imagine that his aesthetic is kind of the same..his hair looks like his Alec hair from 2002 ish when he was in the dark angel show? i think thats what its called. but its like.. that length and maybe dyed dark brown/black !! more graphic tees, black jeans, jewelry for sure, leather, ripped jeans, MUSCLE TEES- OH SHIT HES TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF ONSTAGE!!!! WHAT THE FUCK HES RIPPED GUYS!?!?!?

sorry,

anyways

-when hes playing something to where he can focus on other things going on, hes watching you 100%. if his eyes arent on you, they are to the band members when you hit a note that he finds impressive and he’s giving them a “holy shit!” look. he loves the all that you give during a show, hes amazed by you. 

-imagine his sweaty bangs against his forehead, absolutely soaked, and he’s not even tired. he whips his head back and forth, bops his head up and down, and his hair is everywhere. he is so enveloped in the music, the crowd, his band’s energy that he is on a high. this job is something that makes him so distracted from anything of slight inconvenience, this is his true passion. he was meant to be on that stage.

-maybe he sings backup for you at some point and yall’s harmonies are so incredibly synced. maybe its some Bring Me to Life kind of music yall duet to, but the crowd goes nuts for it every time.

-man is a jumping bean on stage. hes bouncing around all over the place, he is so excited to be doing what he loves. he LOVES interacting with the crowd, jumping down by the pit and running around, sticking his hand out to everyone..he LOVES feeling everybody’s love for the music like he does

-he chooses very sleek looking guitars, nothing super crazy wild. however... if hes BASS guitarist, mans got the most interesting looking bass..that shit is like neon purple and got some crazy designs.

-during rehearsals, when yall are just kinda fucking around, he definitely plays the one spongebob song (12 Street Rag) at random times of silence. he gets everyone to laugh at him. man will be given a countdown to start his riff from the band and he’ll play something totally not part of the set, like:

drummer: alright Dean, im gonna do three count on my sticks, then you start off with the riff, got it?

dean: loud and clear

drummer:ONE TWO THREE

dean: *the one Weezer solo riff thats really high*

drummer: DEAN WHAT THE FUCK

hes a very goofy man. man child. but everyone in the band loves his childlike innocence.

hes drums

-this is his time to unleash EVERYTHING he feels. i like to think he has way over 9 pieces to his drums, this dude needs two snares, clashes galore, toms toms toms toms, he needs a SHIT ton in his guitar kit. he also goes through like.. three sets of sticks a night. he rips them to shreds after a few songs. he definitely gets really hot and sweaty when he plays, so he likes to wear lose tanks, or NOSHIRT, and ripped jeans. 

-his inspiration is tommy lee. he wants that same mad man drummer vibe, the complexity in his drumming, his fashion? dean loves it all. except the douchebaggery..deans a good boy, for the most part, and he doesnt have the same ideals as tommy but, he admires his skill 100%

-he definitely prefers more vintage rock drums, he loves the look and character in old, used drums. 

-this man waits for people to tell jokes during rehearsal to go “ba dum tis” on his drums. he never fails. hes always listening. 

you at guitarist: youre late, where were you?

guitarist: your moms house

dean on drums: *ba dum tis*

you and guitarist: are you fucking serious

dean: :D

-hell do some crazy things with his drums towards the finale... maybe some dyed water or paint so that when he bangs on the drums it splatters and hes a filthy mess later, but hes a happy filthy mess.

-all his broken sticks, he throws to the audience. he loves giving them out. but normally hell keep one stick to himself and write the date and location and he brings them to his tour bus or house

-when hes feeling flirty with you, whenever you walk into rehearsal..hell play the intro drums to Careless Whisper and hum the sax solo...he likes to think hes cute. and to you he is, but hes also a little shit <3

hes the vocalist

-everyone knows who dean is. everyone. man is so popular, he has such a unique voice. he becomes the unintentional face of the band because of how fucking attractive he is, and how crazy his range is.

-he ALWAYS checks on the crowd when hes performing. someone looks faint, or ill, he immediately stops what hes doing and tosses a water to anyone who needs it. he cares so much about his fans

-if youre playing an instrument while hes singing, he always makes his way to you. maybe hell play with you, and grab your chin while hes singing, wraps his arm around your shoulder, dances with you, he loves interacting with you while singing. 

-throughout the whole concert, hes going “give it up for these guys!” and hes point to you, and hell shout out everyone and hell tell the audience how much he loves you and the band and how grateful he is. 

-when hes singing, hell also run out into the crowd, hug everyone, maybe pass someone a mic, read their signs..again..he LOVES the crowd

-he learns how to say “i love you” & “thank you” wherever yall tour

-loose pants (almost harry style esque but maybe not as flamboyant), tanks, maybe the occasional nice suit

-accidentally messes up lyrics onstage, but then purposefully makes it worse and turns it into a really stupid innuendo, man is one big goof. or hell add in random statements while singing? like such:

dean singing onstage: so baby if you say, you want me to stay...ill change my mind- i love chicken. *continues singing*

so anyways dis is part 1

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Choose Your Own Destiny

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader x Sam Winchester (NO Wincest)

Word Count: ~300

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a hcs where the reader is a archangel created by the grace of Michael and Lucifer basically her daughter and Dean and Sam fell in loved with her? 

Summary: Dean is so much more different than his brother but you love both of them equally.

Square Filled: college!au (2019) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Lucifer and Michael have always wanted more power, no secret about that

They loved God so much that when they found out he didn’t love them as much as they did, they ran off and created a little plot point of their own

You

With both their graces and a touch of a human soul, they created you, another archangel that’s more powerful than all of them combined

You were the one thing they needed to get a bunch of angels on their side to overthrow God

If God isn’t in power anymore, then Michael and Lucifer can take over and do things their way

They never expected you to want to go your own way and live your life the way you wanted to

The first time you saw Sam and Dean, your entire life changed. You finally saw that there is more to life than creating armies and taking over Heaven

There is something about Sam and Dean that attracts you, that calls you to them. You’re not sure if it’s their auras or their personality, but you didn't want to be without them

Due to being so powerful, you were able to hide from Michael and Lucifer who tried everything they could to find you

All you’ve ever known is Heaven and fighting ars you have no business being in, and Sam and Dean showed you there is more to life than that

Despite their objections, you got yourself into college just so you can learn and become a better person

It was obvious their feelings for you, as they did almost everything for you, but it was hard to choose between them

So you didn’t

They both taught you how to date which means they were your firsts--first kiss, first time you had sex-first date, first time you held hands, etc.

Dean is more romantic than Sam since he likes to take you on long car rides, often gives you flowers, and usually stays the night with you after having sex

Sam likes his own space so after he fucks you, he’ll go back to his room, he likes taking you on jogs in the morning, and you two like to have reading dates in peaceful silence

Two very different men who love and treat you like a princess, something your dads will never do

x

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[lucyswinter]

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Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult with the addition of 1984. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything! And for canon relationships, I will do any season besides NYC and Delicate as long as they are already together. For example, I would do Montana and Richard from 1984.)

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord, Sophia Lopez, Kimber Henry

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only “hero”/vigilante)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually as well as Benedict, Violet, Eloise, and the Featherington sisters! *Edit for season 3*: Lord Debling, Lord Stirling, Lady Arnold, Lord Anderson, Francesca Bridgerton, Cressida Cowper)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM requests if you aren’t comfortable sending them through the question button or want to work through the request :)

[justagirlinafandomworld]

June was buuuuuuusssyyyy, I'm still recovering. While I didn't get to read as much as I would have liked, I'm still very thankful for all you wonderful writers for being here, for providing all this great content. My life would suck without you.

Please show some love to your fav stories! I think I've collected quite the variety for you to peruse.

Happy Reading!

2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

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Marvel

Picking Up The Pieces by @gogolucky13 Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers x Female Reader (briefly) Summary: Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not. [Modern AU] 3 Parts. Warnings: Angst. Cheating. Smut (not explicit). Swearing. Mentions of alcohol. (18+ only please).

To Have and to Hold Chapters 4 & 5 by @indyluckycharlie Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mafia AU Chapter 4 Summary: "She wore a thousand faces, all to hide her own" -atticus Chapter 4 Warnings: Dark themes Minors DNI. Also, if you ended up here by accident and haven't read the previous parts, go back! Angst, angst, angst (tra-la-la) Threats of and allusions to violence. Abusive and controlling behavior. Forced relationship. Light nonconsensual touching. Coercion. Hints at cheating that isn't really cheating. Swearing.

The Animal Within by @navybrat817 Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: Bucky can't help but follow you when you go through his territory. Warnings: Shifters, flirting, background character death, mention of blood, slight possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

Bound to You by @flordeamatista dark mob Bucky Barnes x Stewardess Reader concept: Like clouds dancing in the air giving the setting sun a reason to live, that is how you came into his life.  warnings: possessive Bucky, dark Bucky, dub—con/non—con, kidnapp—ing, drug—ing, desire,lust, p— in-—v, mile high club, man—ipulation — d-ubcon/non—con, mature themes, edging, fing—ering, nickname ──(Princess, Sweetheart)

Through These Crazy Times by @girl-next-door-writes Clint Barton x Reader Summary: You and Clint have been keeping your new relationship a secret from the rest of the team, but a slip up leads to Clint deciding he doesn’t want to hide any more. Warnings: Fluff, otherwise none provided

Supernatural

Not Moving by @lost-between-letters Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Summary: Sam doesn't want to move. Warnings: death, angst.

Go Easy by @negans-lucille-tblr Sam Winchester x Y/N Summary: Sam’s hiding a part of himself from his new, inexperienced girlfriend, but maybe he doesn’t have to.  Warnings: teasing, flirting, mentions of virginity, mentions of liking younger women, angst, mentions of BDSM, Dom/sub vibes, mild BDSM, bondage, fingering, p in v

Waiting For A Love Like This by @girl-next-door-writes Sam Winchester x Reader Summary: Sam has been in love with his best friend for so long that loving them is like breathing. He has successfully kept the depth of his feelings hidden, but there’s only so long you can hold back those three words before they find a way to escape. Warnings: none provided.

Yours to Hold by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x Unnamed Female Summary: Dean lives in a fantasy that isn’t that far from the truth.  Warnings: angst.

Love Misunderstood by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean Winchester x Y/N Summary: The moment came and went so fast, but Y/N has regretted it ever since. Warnings: None really. Brief mention of sexy times. Angst.

His Omega by @negans-lucille-tblr Wincest Anon Prompt: Sam and Dean are getting ‘married’ in a private ceremony of friends and family that involves Sam publicly claiming Dean BUT, dun Dun DUN - Becky wedding crashes by dropping through the ceiling while Sam is about to fuck Dean and she falls on his dick instead and Sam is bound to her 😳😳😳 finger gunsWarnings: fluff, alpha!Sam, omega!Dean, A/B/O, public claiming, mentions of public sex, sex, mentions of anal, that bitch Becky

Other Characters

Offer by @softlyspector Din Djarin x Gender Neutral Reader Summary: Din is absolutely sure that you know that he’s courting you. He wants to makes the offer formally anyways.  Warnings: pining, absolute FOOLS in love, bit of grumpy x sunshine, Din thinking he's being so obvious while not showing a single emotion, self doubt and insecurity (Din), lil angst, probably incorrect lore, fluff, Mando'a (translations at the end)

A Sweeter Place by @flordeamatista Neighbor!Joel Miller x Reader concept: The world dims when our lips meet, our hearts beat faster, and time stands still. warnings: poetic loving in the sunshine morning, kitchen table s-mut, finger-ing (tiny of cum  play) ,pure poetic fluff, soft kisses, o-ral (r receiving), nickname ──(Sugar, dirty girl,)

History Repeats Itself by @hoboal87 Unnamed Male Alpha x Female Omega Reader Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, mentions of / implied sex and knotting, implied unprotected sex, angst, ambiguous ending

This Hope in My Heart by @princessmisery666 Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader Summary: Sometimes having hope can hurt, but in the end it all works out.  Warnings: slight angst, fluffy fluff.

RPF

Please Don't Leave by @princessmisery666 Jensen Ackles x Reader Summary: Friends to lovers to friends, that can work, right?  Warnings: angst, fluff, Jensen in his thicc Soldier Boy era (that’s a warning in itself!)

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New Member Spotlight - January 2024

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@thebejeweledwatercat -

Other SM names? - Same name on Discord and AO3

OTP? - Samwena bit it varies

Other fandoms? - Chicago Med, fire, & PD, Stranger Things, Teen Wolf

Looking for in the Pond? - Community

Pairings you read? - OC's and Poly fics

Genres you read? - Hurt/comfort

Favorite writer(s)? - winterfire22 on AO3

What do you like to write? - Hurt/comfort, Poly, What if, AU's

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Chicago Med - Sunshine, Moonlight, and Shadow

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - A lot actually. Mostly because I’m not good with the follow-through.

.@hello-starlingfics -

Other SM names? - HelloStarlingFics on AO3, HelloStarling on Discord, and hello-starling.bsky.social on BlueSky

OTP? - Sam/Dean. They're just too compelling!

Other fandoms? - Right now it's just SPN

Looking for in the Pond? - Connect with other writers and fans. Writing can be a lonely thing.

Pairings you read? - I mainly stick to Wincest, but will dabble in Wincestiel, Destiel, and Dean/John.

Genres you read? - I read a range of styles and tropes. Whump is probably my favourite, with the comfort optional.

What do you like to write? - I like to write a range of things! I have hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, crack where Sam and Dean are catboys, erotica, and even some gen.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Last Fair Deal Gone Down

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - This year I hope to write some darker stuff including Major Character Death. Balancing making it emotionally affecting while avoiding being heavy-handed will be a challenge.

.@michaelmilligan -

Other SM names? - QuicksilverCastiel on AO3, alexanderlewis on Discord

OTP? - Midam

Other fandoms? - Star Trek and Yu-Gi-Oh! (specifically JouKai as a ship - the resurgence of an old fandom for me)

Looking for in the Pond? - I would like to connect with other writers and share insights and hopefully bounce story ideas off each other.

Pairings you read? - Midam, Midamoul (Michael/Adam/Ghoul), I'm trying to branch out with Samifer and Sam in poly relationships (preferably with Gabriel, Eileen, Rowena and/or Lucifer)

Genres you read? - Fluff and Smut mostly, though some angst is good now and then. I enjoy AUs (especially fantasy and sci-fi) and won't say not to fake dating.

Favorite writer(s)? - I go absolutely feral about most (all?) of the Midam fics by saintmichael on AO3

What do you like to write? - Smut, fluff, AUs, fix-its, and lately I've been dabbling in dark(er) fic

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - That would probably be this dark(-ish) Nickifer fic: Blind Trust

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? -I've never written a case fic, which seems criminal in the SPN fandom! So far I'm not confident I could pull off the suspense aspect of the search for what monster is involved, and resolve the whole thing competently. Some suggestions on how to structure/plan a case fic would be appreciated.

@kazsrm67 -

Other SM names? - Same name on Discord

OTP? - I would have to go with Sam x Eileen I suppose.

Other fandoms? - Not much really although I occasionally read Stargate or NCIS fics.

Looking for in the Pond? - I was invited by a friend on Tumblr to be honest I'm super introverted and I can't really answer this. But I was told its a good way to "meet" other writers and get help when stuck on an idea.

Pairings you read? - I mostly read Dean x reader or Dean x OFC (this is what I mostly write as well), I do read some Sam fics and dabble in some poly fics but only with specific characters.

Genres you read? - I'll read all of these (angst, fluff, smut, crack) but I spend a lot of time between angst and smut fics. I do love a good soulmate au.

Favorite writer(s)? - So hard to pick a favorite but @spnexploration and @jawritter on Tumblr are two of my top writers.

What do you like to write? - I write a lot of soulmate fics, but I try to write many different types.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - My Omega

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have a rockstar!Dean fic in mind, it would be very angsty and discuss domestic violence against men, I haven't tried writing it yet mostly because time. I work full time and am a mom but it's definitely something I am looking at diving into sooner rather than later. I think the help I could use is someone to edit and bounce ideas off. I have a good friend I do this with but sometimes I wonder if it would help to have someone else to bounce ideas off (I get shy and don't reach out tho).

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester and @heavenssexiestangel!

[deandoesthingstome]

SPN - Masterlist

Though I don’t write for SPN anymore, you’re welcome to the content:

Dean - SPN

Small Pack - werewolf!reader, angst, smut, fluff, finished: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Glimmer - angst, ust, drabble series: Glimmer , Glimmer, Pt 2, Glimmer, Pt 3, Glimmer, Pt 4

Twenty Minute Warning - smut, one shot

For A Good Time - smut, one shot, mechanic!Dean

Come on Over - smut, one shot

Whose Loss? - smut, Saints and Sinner

Dig Deep - angst, one shot

Now I Know - angst, smut, one shot

Blindfold - smut, three shot: Blindfold Beyond the Blindfold Who Needs a Blindfold

Come On, Get Happy - smut, one shot

Need You Now - ansgt, smut, one shot

Crazy For You - fluff, one shot

I Did Good This Time - fluff, smut, DFOTM project

Full Spoon - smut, SPN-Sutra

I Could Definitely Use This More Than Once - smut, Smut Appreciation Day

Hysteria - angst, smut, two shot: Hysteria, Like A Bomb

Easy Now - angst, smut, two shot: Part 1, Part 2

One Last Hunt - angst, smut, hiatus: One Last Hunt,  Maybe One More

Not This Time - angst, smut, three shot: Not This Time Gimme A Chance Steal Me Away

Fuck It - angst, smut, three shot: Fuck It Damn It Fix It

In My Blood - angst, smut, hiatus: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

Get Me Out Of Here - angst, smut: Get Me Out Of Here A First Time For Everything In The Backseat Old Habits You’re Welcome Headed Your Way Moving On This Can’t Be Happening Again Let Me In Spill It Carry On

Broken - angst, smut Broken Part 1 Broken Part 2 Broken Part 3 Broken Part 4 Broken Part 5 Broken Part 6 Broken Part 7 Broken Part 8 Broken Part 9 Repaired - Broken Part 10

I Keep On Falln’ - Sweet AU Teen!Dean collab with @mrsjohnsmith This Is Not Goodbye If I Ain’t Got You Letters Never Felt This Way Stolen Moments Lovin’ You Wreckless Love The Thing About Love Nothing Ever Fades Troubles Speechless Teenage Love Affair Sure Looks Good to Me Doesn’t Mean Anything Where Do We Go From Here? Tears Always Win Every Little Bit Hurts Wake Up Put It In a Love Song Lesson Learned How It Feels To Fly Dragon Days Distance and Time Girl on Fire I Need You Goodbye

Sam - SPN

Holiday Hair - smut, fluff?, smut 1.0 1.5 2.1 3.7 4.9 5.1 5.3 6.4 6.8 7.2 7.6 8.1 9.2 10.0 Aftershocks, 1 Aftershocks, 2 Aftershocks, 3

Heartstrings - smut, fluff

Birthday Wishes

Dim Sum - SPN (Dean x Reader X Sam)

A Walk In The Woods - Winchester Three Way, smut, smut, smut, angst? A Walk In The Woods Whatever You Want Green Means Go You Promised Way Too Early For This Just Say So Don’t Be Mad

Whatever it Takes - Wincest Three way, smut

John - SPN

It Meant Nothing Right? - smut, one shot

Burning House - smut, angst

Walk Alone - smut, angst, one shot

Where Do You Belong? - smut, threesome with Dean

Randoms - SPN

Sweet Child O Mine - Destiel drabble, fluff Nothing Compares 2U - Destiel drabble, angst Satellite - Destiel drabble, angst, fluff

Movie Nights - Sam, Dean, Reader, eventual Benny, fluff

I Am the Passenger - Dean, Baby, light smut

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Dean x Reader x Sam - Mini Series Masterlist

All my mini series fics that contain both Dean x Reader & Sam x Reader

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> CROSSOVERS || > Sister/Daughter!Reader/Wincest Masterlist

The Only Exception

Summary: The Winchester brothers’ hunting routine is simple. Dean lures them in - the usual type - pretty big eyes, a perfect little mouth - the ones that cum on his cock easily whilst his little brother watches and Sam finishes the night off by killing them. That is until they meet Y/N and suddenly they find that she’s truly an exception to their rules…have the boys finally met their match?

Serial killer AU

Rating: 18+ (dark fic - trigger warnings apply)

Parts: 5

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For I Have Sinned

Summary:  The Winchester Correctional Facility for Insubordination and Sexual Deviance; a place to cleanse all the troubled girls.

Priest!Dean/Sam AU

Rating: 18+ (Disgusting filth - non/dub-con elements)

[kittenofdoomage]

I got tagged by @princessmisery666 😘

RULES: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got!

Tagging... anyone who wants to do it? 😅 I don't like bothering people, this just looked like fun 🤷‍♀️

[notforyounorme]

Ominous • Prologue

Dean Winchester x Female!reader

This is a dark fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given! Please DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you in any way. This is fiction, but can be disturbing to some readers. These warnings are not exhaustive, read at your own risk.

Taglist under keep reader!

Series masterlist | Main Masterlist

Warnings: this fic will include content such as swearing, death, mention of blood

The way the things walks your way, was scaring you. Their limping decaying bodies moving closer. Arms, or at least what was left of them, up and the hands trying to grab you.

The dumpster wasn't going to hold you much longer and you knew as it kept wobbling the more you pushed yourself againt the wall of the alleyway it was against. You could hear your name being called from a distance. Yet you didn't dare to yell back, too afraid you would draw more of those things their attention. You tried to climb over the wall but the ledge was to high to reach on your tippy toes and you knew for sure that if you jumped the whole dumpster would either collapse of fall over. And you’re not ready to became those things their next meal.

The one it front of you catches your attention again as It's mouth snaps near your ankle. Trying to bite wherever it can reach. Fuck. It's hand now grabbing around your right foot, nails digging in the leather of your boots. It’s nimble boney fingers tugging on it, trying to yank you of your feet. But they stop as soon as a bullet pierces theough it's skull, thick blood splashing on your boots. The gunshot rang, bouncing of the brick walls and it made you look up from your feet. Now no longer afraid of the things surrounding you, well maybe a little bit, but for whoever fired their gun.

A man shoots the things from across the alley you’re in. Bodies hitting the ground around you but you pay them no mind. You look at the stranger. A new threat. His long hair and tall frame made him look intimidating, to say the least. He just saved your life, yes, but at what cost. Your eyes scan his frame. Flannel shirt, brown jacket, jeans and boots. He seemed normal enough, but you knew better than to piss off a stranger. And yet a nagging voice in your head is telling you to give him a piece of mind for using his gun. For all you know he could have drawn the attention of other lurkers.

The man glances over his left shoulder looking around the corner. "Clear." His voice a little deep. He turns his head back and looks at you, who is still standing on that damned dumpster, a small smile appears on his lips. He looked polite. It could be a trap though.

Suddenly another man walks around the corner. He was a little shorter than the other but still tall. His hair short and his face hard. He looks up at you with a glare on his face. And yet a glint appears in his eyes, a mocking one, as he sees what your is standing on. But you don’t quite pay attention to it as you give him a once over. He looks even more intimidating. The way he holds himself, standing tall, like he demands respect from everyone. They both wear pretty much the same, though his plaid shirt and leather jacket look like they had seen better days with all the blood splattered on it.

You stand as still as you can. Still not sure if they either would kill you or not. Your eyes watching their every movement, fear sinking into your bones. You had firsthand seen what people can do. And it ain’t pretty. You try to stand more on your right leg which was pulled up after the blood hit it. It makes the dumpster wobble and lean more in its right direction and it makes you freeze again, trying not to fall of it.

The tallest of them both shifts closer as if to catch you before you fall then looks back to the other man with raised eyebrows. And the way they silently communicate with each other gives you the creeps. A chill runs down your spine as the short haired man lifts his lips up in a smirk. 'Double Fuck.' you think. 'I got saved by the wrong ones.'

All hair on your body stands up as your eyes darts the alleyway your in. No escape, this is it.

Your hair gets in your eyes as a slight breeze comes down the ally way and you had to blink a couple of times to get it out. When you do, the two males make their way over to you, slow and steady. Bit too stealthy for your liking. The shirt ones gun still clutched into his hand and it makes you realize he would shoot before you had the change to speak if he had to.

"You okay? Any scratches or bites?" The tallest asks you, slight concern in his voice. Though as you look at him, you can only see his hard eyes looking back at you cautiously. Eyes going over every ridge of your body before to come back up to your eyes.

"I'm fine." You mumble. You take a slight step forward and try to climb of the unsteady dumpster. "Thanks for the help though." You tell them as your try to remain calm.

Your foot tries to reach the ground and just as it does, the dumpster moves. One of the wheels breaks and the side slams in to the ground. The movement causes you to hit your head against the top of it, hard. You let out a hiss in pain as you try to stand steadily on your feet when they hit the concrete. The tickling feeling of blood dripping down the side of your face makes you huff in annoyance. One hand moves over the brush it away from your eyes as the sting wasn’t the worst. You blink as the throbbing starts and you take a deep breath.

"Carefull there, sweatheart." The short haired guy says. You turns your head to him and give him a sarcastic smile to which he scoffs and send a glare your way. You turn your head to look at the other guy and back at him. Stars shining around their heads.

"Well, boys. I gotta go." You try to swiftly move around the pair. Your sight begins to fill with black dots. The two look at you with slight concern on their faces. “Thanks but-.” Your eyes roll back into your head as you stumble on your feet.

And then you fall to the ground.

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[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

S.I.N - Soulmates in nature {7}

Series summary; The boys struck a deal with Lucifer, a deal that allows him to stay in the bunker. How will not only they, but you cope with an archangel, the devil nonetheless, roaming around the space? Especially as you seem to notice something no-one else does, his wings. You could see the devil’s wings.

Pairing: Lucifer x reader  

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 7/23

Word; 5.700

Warnings; Swearing

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

A/N: Ohhh Lucifer is back in this chapter baby! And as if it couldn’t ge better the tension is rising. Jesus Christ my whole body is vibrating because it close, you guys it cloooose they get to know!

SERIES MASTERLIST

You kept your promise to Cas and didn't confront Lucifer. You also followed your angel friend's words of avoiding the devil. However, keeping your distance from Lucifer meant that the only space you could be sure not to encounter him was in your room. Which meant that the majority of the time, you spent your day in that safe space.

You wouldn't lie and say it wasn't isolating because it was. Almost more so than when you were injured. Thus then, you hadn't acknowledged how little you saw the others, as you'd been too exhausted to think about it. Now, it was all you did.

Cas had been gone for a week. He hadn't returned to the bunker even once since the day he left after confronting you about Lucifer healing your injured shoulder. It felt odd, seeing how it had been a while since he'd been away for this long without returning to check-in. But that didn't mean the angel cut the communication. He contacted you well, Sam or Dean, to update if he found anything worth investigating.

Even though the Winchesters, in fact, stayed back in the bunker, you saw them as sparsely as the devil you avoided like the plague. It wasn't a question of how it could be like that. Thus, between being cooped up in your room and the brothers using most of their time trying to aid Cas by looking into clues or discussed the problem with their hunter associates, the time to see each other was sparse. 

Grateful wouldn't even cover what you felt for the time and effort the guys put into the search after the demons and their motif. Although, you felt a bit like a bystander.

You knew they worked themselves around the clock, yet every time you checked in on them, wondering if they needed any help, they usually declined. Insisting didn't work. And after the time you argued with Dean over the fact that they didn't only help but did everything, on top of that losing said argument, you'd stopped trying altogether. Essentially because of what you'd seen when the older Winchester said it was the least they could do for you. Regret. The same regret as when he and his brother had rushed into your room when you'd woken from your then injured shoulder.

You'd been right. Dean wouldn't forget that if he hadn't dismissed either your or Cas's apprehension towards the first staged demon hunt, you wouldn't have been injured. Even if no one knew if that would be true or not. Still, in the ever Winchester fashion, he showed that he regretted his choice then by overdoing his help now. 

And honestly, it was because you knew that it ate the brothers away you didn't blame them too much, nor argued with them anymore. Instead, you sat down and rolled your thumbs while waiting for the exceedingly rare occasion when either of the brothers would accept your help.

The only positive thing about this was that it was the perfect cover for spending a copious amount of time in your room. Thus, the brothers still had no idea of the conversation you and Cas had before he left. Neither did it seemed like they would, especially as you guys had no luck in finding any demons or anything in general that abled you to answer the question of why you suddenly was on the wanted list.

You'd run with Sam and Dean for long enough to know how famous the name Winchester was in the supernatural world, from hunters and monsters alike. Every time something had gone south, it was primarily because danger always followed the brothers closely and thus most times also directed at them, never you.

You never envied that, so much you hoped your name still would fly under the radar despite running with the most famous hunters. So far, it had to some extent. But now, all of a sudden, it seemed to have taken a sharp 180-degree turn.

You huffed at that. Of course, it would be demons that would become a pain in the ass. Probably the most difficult creatures to shake of your trial, if not to find theirs as well.

The sound of your steps become more rapid as you fastened your tempo in annoyance. For the last minutes, you'd stretched your legs by walking around in the bunker, though your mind had never really been with you, rather the whole mess around you.

You would've exercised to fully clear your mind for a short amount of time, even if your road to recovery didn't really need any rehabilitation for your shoulder. However, there was one main thing keeping you from doing it. Lucifer. It felt like if you stopped at one place for too long, he would suddenly be there.

It wasn't that you feared facing him. You wanted to. You wanted to see if he acted differently after healing you. Both because you now knew some of his grace still lingered inside you and for another reason.

Having spent so much time by yourself, you'd had more than enough time to think. And, one thing you realised was that the incredulous way he'd looked at you, along his hasty exit after healing you, may have meant more than you first thought.

Repeatedly playing the whole encounter back, you realised that despite his hard-set features, sharp tone and seemingly indifferent feeling throughout the entire event, one thing had betrayed Lucifer. His wings.

You should've recognised it earlier, seeing how you knew that his wings were a great indication of how he felt, no matter the facade he put up. It was your code to crack him, one that had shown something defying his stoic and harsh way of handling the situation.

Never had his wings encased you as they'd done then, nor had they given of that particular sound they did. Sure his wings hadn't touched you -which they never did if it wasn't by mistake, even then, it was milliseconds- but they'd wrapped around you enough to not be able to see the room around you when you let the archangel now you were in pain from something he did. And the sound that then came was scaringly like something you felt was a soothing croon.  

That was further something that confused you. Lucifer's actions were pulling two separate ways. One almost told you he'd done it for some secret purpose of his, one where every aspect was planned. Frankly, you still thought this was the main point of why he healed you. However, there was still something small telling you he was as disturbed by what he'd done as you. He may be an angel, but the defensive way he'd excused his action and how he disappeared a second later, was as easy to recognise as turbulence in emotions no matter species.

You dragged your hand down your face. This whole matter was an endless black hole.

Perhaps it was because you knew you wouldn't stop thinking about it either, that instead of turning left in the intersection of hallways, down towards your room, you continued forwards, in need of a distraction.

You heard Sam's voice before either his or Dean's room were visible to you. It sounded like he talked with somebody on the phone, something you figured, purely because you didn't catch a voice responding to him. It also seemed to be the case, as when you turned the corner and stopped by his door, which was open, you saw him pacing around in his room, phone pressed to his ear.

He was turned away from you, so to notify him of your presence, you knocked on the door already swung open. The sound instantly made the younger Winchester turn around. Although noticing you, Sam didn't give you more than an acknowledging look before he held up a finger, telling you to hold whatever you'd come to say until he finished the call. Therefore, you leaned against the doorframe as the brunette continued talking to whoever was on the other end.

"Yeah, I have it here, didn't find anything in it though", you followed the hunter with your eyes as he walked over to his desk, turning a few pages in the book already open upon it. "Yes, I'm sure", Sam rolled his eyes as he closed the book, turning so he leaned onto the countertop.

His eyes found yours again, a furrow working its way between his brows as you heard the intelligible sound of someone's voice from the phone.

"Yeah, she's fine", the younger Winchester nodded towards you, inclining whatever question he answered concerned you. This made your brows raise and mouth a questingly 'who'. Once more, you heard the voice sipper through the speaker as whoever was on the other end talked. As they did, Sam informed you who it was by mouthing an answer, 'Cas'.

Knowing it was Cas made your eyebrows raise.

"Put on speaker", you said lowly while pushing off from the doorframe, crossing the threshold to enter Sam's room.

"If you wanna speak to her, she's here actually", he lowered his phone as you neared, pressing the button so you would be able to hear Cas.

"Y/N?" You stopped opposite Sam when your name was spoken, crossing your arms while watching the timer tracking for how long the call been going on. 15 minutes, which meant the hunter and angel had talked for quite some time before you came here.

"Hey Cas, how's it going?" You had a smile on your face while saying this, although it fell when you heard a heavy sigh come from the other end of the phone.

"Haven't Sam or Dean already informed you?" You cocked a brow at that and glanced up at the younger Winchester.

"Informed me as in making me come to the assumptions myself from how they blow me off when I tried to help, yes. Informed me as in giving me the same information I presume you give them, no", as you said this, Sam got a sheepish look on his face. Probably realising that he and his brother indeed haven't handed you all, if barely half, of the information or things Cas had asked them to look into, as they'd been too occupied by doing so themselves after declining your help.

"Sam", there was a sternness in the angel's tone. "She's a part of this".

"I know, it just has been... much", the hunter explained to Cas. You knew it wasn't a hallow excuse, mainly by the apologetic look he sent you while mouthing a 'sorry'. Sam and Dean Winchester may be stubborn and prone to make debatable decisions when trying to protect someone, but they weren't assholes. Therefore, you weren't angry with them for excluding you from the research and trace investigation. Maybe a bit annoyed because you knew you could've helped, but not angry.

"It's fine. It has been much for us all", the way the younger Winchester smiled thankfully made the side of your mouth tilt upwards. "After all, it's better to be late to the party than never invited", you shuffled closer then, leaning against Sam's desk in a similar fashion as him. "But now, when I'm here, what's the news?"

"Since a day or so, Dean and I have been looking through some old spellbooks", your direct thought when hearing the brunette mention his brother was wondering where he was. Apparently, Sam noticed your reaction as he continued by stating his older brothers whereabouts rather than answer your initial question. "Dean's currently in the storage room, rifling through it to see if there are some old men of letters records that could help us."

"Help with what, exactly?"

"So far, I have found no more than an underling knowing nothing of what we want, along trails. The traces caught my attention, as I think I recognise them as ingredients to some spell, though I haven't been able to look into it myself", Cas answered.

"So that's what you two have done?" You gestured to Sam.

"Yes, however, not so successfully. We're starting to believe the demons know we're after them and are leaving fake trails. Because everything Cas has found so far has been a dead-end", your brows narrowed at this because it could be true. After all, the demons have been clever enough to stage two hunts to lure you guys in.

"Say if it's true, what's the plan?"

"I believe I'm closing in on an upper-rank demon that I've learned has a connection to the ones we encountered. Hopefully, I can get some information once finding it", Cas said, which made you mumbled 'that's always something' under your breath before continuing to ask him about it.

"Do you know how close you are?"

"Close, I believe. Next time I'll call will plausibly be after I've found the demon".

This whole ordeal had gone on for longer than it ever should. So finding this demon that Cas talked about would, as he said, hopefully, give you an idea of what you were up against. Which would make this more manageable. Primarily because the longer you didn't know the cause of the situation, the more concerned you got that Lucifer, how much he ever denied it, actually played a part in it. If he did, you knew there would be no pretty ending to it, especially not as it seemed you had a role to play in it.

Somehow Cas seemed to have caught onto the silence from your end of the call, as it was his voice calling your name that made you snap out of your thoughts.

"You good?" The question coming from the angel sounded similar to the time he'd asked you that after handing back the angel blade. Yet, there was more than the worry you without a doubt knew Sam noticed. In his question, there was another one, one asking about if you were doing good. He wondered if you kept your distance from Lucifer as he'd advised you to until the two of you knew more.

"Even though I'm locked up like before, spare some company, I'm good", you nudged the younger Winchester's shoulder to hide the true meaning behind your words. It got the effect you wanted, as Sam simply shook his head, defending himself instead of reading into what you said too much.

"I've already said sorry".

"And you're probably gonna have to say it a few more times", you jabbed him in the ribcage with a finger, which only made the hunter chuckle, a sound you fell into once stopping.

"Well, I left you in a good watch, it appears", your gaze trailed back to the phone Sam had between you two. Like you knew the man beside you hadn't caught onto the hidden meaning of your statement, as well did you know he didn't with Cas's. However, it was perhaps close that he did, regarding the way your mouth pursed.

"Come one, have some faith in me, Cas", it was said jokingly, but that wasn't the true nature of the words.

"I do", but not in Lucifer. The unsaid part of the sentence was whispered via your memory. For some reason, your jaw clenched and if Sam hadn't been beside you, the shift in your mood would defiantly have been more noticeable.

"Always good to hear", you chose to put an end to the conversation like this. Even if you wanted to say one of the many things on the tip of your tongue. Thankfully, that also seemed to conclude the call, as Sam wrapped up the conversation with a goodbye.

As you now sat in silence, you saw, in the corner of your eye, how Sam dragged a hand over his face. Shoving away the slight irritation for the uneasiness you very well knew why Cas felt, you turned to watch the younger Winchester as he tipped his head back and looked up.

"Perhaps Cas should've asked how you are", the brunette tilted his head, making his gaze meet yours.

"For once, neither I nor Dean, are the ones they're after, so I only find it fair he didn't. But to be honest, I wish it was the other way around", you couldn't fend off the smile spreading as you shook your head at what he said.

"Ever the heroes".

"You know how it is", Sam bumped your shoulder with his, not letting out a chuckle like you but showing amusement towards what you just said with a smile. "Well, to be an even bigger hero, I need to leave for a short while to return yet another useless book in the library", you knew he meant the one he'd flipped through earlier, so before he could reach it, you snatched it up in the fluid motion of pushing away from the desk.

"I'll do it to take some of the weight off your shoulders", you jested while heading for the exit of the room.

"That's the only reason?" You stopped on the threshold to look over your shoulder at Sam. Now he also had pushed off from the desk.

"Nope, to continue my great tour of restlessness in the bunker is another reason", he only rolled his eyes.

"If you want to help us rather than continue your stroll, come back here after leaving that", the brunette gestured to the book you held, which made you smile and turn to leave.

"That is an offer I'm not going to reject", you called over your shoulder, hearing a chuckle from the younger Winchester as you headed down the hallway.

Sam's room was the closest one to the central part of the bunker. So walking there didn't take as long as it did from yours. However, even if you'd gone to the library to simply put back the book you had with you into its designated place, you sidetracked somewhat once stepping into the room. Primarily because the table closest to you was filled with ledgers and scrolls. Your eyebrows furrowed, as you instead of walking towards the bookshelves, stepped forwards to inspect the material scattered on the counter in curiosity.

The second you were close enough to see what was written on the multiple open pages, you realised it must have been either Sam or Dean, you would guess the latter, who'd forgotten to put away everything after some research. Probably correlating to the demon-wanting-you topic.

It was at the very moment that you let go of a book, having flipped to the cover to read what it was about and began shifting towards the bookshelf, that you noticed an odd movement in your peripheral.

Purely from instinct, you reacted by not continuing to turn towards the bookshelf to go and put back the book you first had intended to. Instead, you dropped the textbook you'd come here to leave, causing it to land among the rest on the table with a soft thud while you drew your weapon. Gun, seeing as you'd opted to not take the angel blade with you, was raised and aimed in point-blank seconds towards the source of odd movement.

You realised it was a mistake once regarding the strange movement you'd seen, were one of shifting wings.

"Nasty habit that this", your jaw clenched as you watched Lucifer standing with his hands raised in mocking surrender on the other side of the room. So much for avoiding him.

"Only a habit greeted by someone lurking", you retorted, voice remarkably even although you felt something being lit inside you when after a week meeting Lucifer again. It felt weird, like the same emotion of being aware of the archangel had intensified. Perhaps it only was your cautiousness sky-rocketing. Otherwise, you wouldn't have pulled your gun like a scared cat.

"But you wouldn't shoot your saving grace, now would you?" You nearly wanted to huff at his choice of words but concentrated more on what you knew was a rhetorical question, seeing how you could shoot the archangel and still it would do nothing to him.

"I would, without a doubt", you aimed a little higher like you'd done so many weeks ago when urging a reaction from him. When that empty snap had been followed by a flinch from him, one you took great satisfaction in back then. The only difference now was that your gun was loaded and you did doubt yourself. Hence, you couldn't even think about shooting Lucifer at this moment.

The concern that had tasted acidic in your mouth when thinking about, rather not knowing, what it meant having a trace of Lucifer's grace in you returned once more. You would never have doubted yourself for pointing a weapon at the devil. No matter how useless it, in the end, would be against him. So why had you done it just now? And why had you now, in the silence that followed, dropped your gun entirely, not caring about upholding the demeanour you always did around the devil. A devil that also lowered his hands to let them hang by his while his wings shuffled.

How taken aback you ever were by either of your actions, it wasn't the physical movements that caught you the most off guard. It was what you saw swirled in Lucifer's eyes when his gaze held yours.

Though his vessel's eye-colour wasn't far from Cas's, it seemed something else met you as you looked at him. It felt deeper, almost pulling. Something buried far in your chest felt like it came alive by noticing this. The only resemblance to the feeling was that Lucifer always woke in you when being around. What you, with waining belief for some reason, thought was your hunter instinct.

Before Lucifer would be able to read the confusion as well as panic -you started to think you were in rather than felt- in your eyes, as easy as you'd done with whatever manifested in his, you looked away.

That daze-like sensation you'd noted many times after looking the archangel in the eye slowly dissipated to only leave the familiar feeling of being aware of him left. Still, at the moment, even that was overwhelming for your racing mind trying to concentrate. So you grabbed the book you had dropped in the opposite hand of which you held the gun and turned.

You weren't able to do more than set your eyes on your goal, the bookshelf, and take a few step forward before you heard Lucifer speak up.

"Fleeing now, are we?"

"No", you answered, forcing your voice to sound neutral. "Compared to you, I face my problems".

"Are you really doing that right now?" The devil countered. It was good you halted before the bookcase that second, or else he would've known your sudden stop was a reaction to his words. You took a moment to follow your movement of replacing the book you brought with you into an empty slot, not really caring now if it was the correct placement or not, before responding.

"Are you admitting you're a problem?"

"We all have different definitions of what classifies as a problem", you rolled your eyes at this, hand dropping to your side. Still, you didn't turn around.

"Well, for me, you're the biggest one", you said this as if you talked to the books before you rather than Lucifer standing on the other side of the room.

"Even though I saved and healed you?"

"Especially because of that", you snarked and only realised what you'd said after the words had passed your lips.

This was one of the few times you were glad your back was turned to the devil because then he couldn't see the way your eyes wrenched shut, nor how you pressed your lips together tight enough that you came to bite the bottom one. You didn't know if Lucifer had caught onto the number of emotions displayed by your short answer. But no matter what, you felt how tense you became contemplating if he, in fact, had.

You'd told yourself to keep your cards close to your chest. Yet, for some reason, the feelings welling up from somewhere deep inside you made that increasingly difficult it appeared. And knowing that if Lucifer wouldn't need to just look at your shoulders, that was drawn closer to your ears to realise you made a wrong step, you needed to relax. So, that was what you tried to do.

You took a deep breath and held it. While doing so, you let your eyes open and occupied yourself by looking at the different books before you, trying to see if anything could be interesting to take back to Sam.

Not until you felt the tension slowly fade from your body did you exhale. Your lips formed the word 'fuck' halfway through, which thankfully only sounded like a sigh as the last air left your lungs.

Now when you felt in control of your body again, aside from the sensation indicating Lucifer still was in the room, despite it sounded like he wasn't, you trailed your fingers over the ridges of the books before you. It was a method you regularly used to make yourself feel grounded. Regarding that concentrating on the fabrics under your fingertips made it harder for your thoughts to fly away.

It went well until your fingers halted on the ridge of an all to familiar book.

Even though not having the Enochian translation sheet you by some miracle had found in the bunker, you still remembered bits of what the book you once deciphered had talked about. Angels. It was one of the records you'd read at the beginning of Lucifer's stay to try and figure out why you could see his wings. Seeing how you hadn't gotten an answer, it had been a waste of time.

"That one won't help", you felt your heart lurch in your chest when Lucifer's voice sounded from directly behind you. You definitely had not heard him walk over to you. "It's about a lot of angel nonsense, not demons", this time you caught yourself from saying 'I know' even though the words lingered on your lips. However, you couldn't pat yourself on the back for that success. It was what Lucifer had said, the last two words he'd said, that made you pause.

You turned then, away from the shelf and towards the archangel, only then noticing how close he was standing. It wasn't more than an arm lengths distance between your chests, though his wing made that space feel even smaller.

 If you would've been able to, you would've stepped back, but you could already feel how your fingers pressed against the uneven wall of books.

"Before you even ask....", when Lucifer began like this, holding up two fingers to seemingly stop you from interrupting him, you thought he'd seen the shock on your face from having him so close and would mock you or something. Not say what he then did. "...I know of that little plan of yours to find the demons. The two morons aren't so good at working in silence".

Though surprised that he'd chosen to explain the statement you'd wondered about, you were even more shocked by yourself for electing to ignore it and ask about what he said before that.

"You said the book wasn't useful, but don't angels know something valuable about demons?" Lucifer looked down at you, his eyes searching yours from how they flickered between them. He must have noticed something earlier, after all, for him to study you like he now did. Perhaps that was why you did the rash decision you made.

Before being able to regret your action, you forced yourself to shift towards his left wing. 

For the first time ever, you looked straight at it while Lucifer was watching you, yet you didn't just stand there for him to figure out you actually could see it. Instead, you walked straight towards it.

If the devil would've been any other person, enough space would've existed on his side to allow you to round him. Although now, his wings blocked that path. Nevertheless, you figured that he would move them before you were able to walk straight into them. Ultimately, the archangel had always flinched away when his wings had come in contact with you.

However, for a second, you feared that this had been a misconception. Because as you began the second step that definitely would make you bump into the white wall before you, the devil hadn't moved his wing. Though, the moment you were about to close your eyes for the impact, it suddenly disappeared from your view in a swift retreat.

You kept yourself from both sighing in relief and let your gaze follow the appendage that withdrew itself from your vision. Instead, you simply kept walking towards the exit in an attempt to return to aid Sam, and by now also Dean as you guessed he'd returned.

"I do, not we. My brothers and sister aren't as fond of delving into matters surrounding anything remotely awry of their moral", you were surprised Lucifer even answered your question so long after you asked it.

"Understandable", you mumbled under your breath, but apparently, it wasn't only Cas that was able to hear you every time you muttered for yourself.

"Ever the wise one, aren't you. Tell me, why is it so understandable?" Lucifer's snarked question made you halt at the end of the table.

There was a conflict in you regarding if you should turn and face him or just continue onward. You felt how you wanted to look back at the archangel, that pride of yours arguing to not let the dare hanging in the air go unanswered because that was what Lucifer was doing. He was daring you to say what he already knew you thought. 

However, you conscious knew that if you turned, you wouldn't be able to just leave the conversation, not only because of the arguing that would ensue but the emotions that tugged wildly in your chest. The one's wanting you to face Lucifer. The ones that in the end won.

"Well, you aren't their favourite older brother, right? Only logical they don't like anything connected to you", you said it while you turned to the archangel without much of a second thought. 

His gaze bore into your the moment his blue eyes met yours. You couldn't see any anger rise in them by your words and regarding how his wings weren't fraught with tension as he slowly began to walk forwards, you supposed neither had your words truly enraged him. It was, after all, only a dare to see if you had the guts to say it, your mind whispered.

"They often say arrogance is one of the devil's, my traits, which possibly can't make you so favoured by angels neither", unexpectedly, you couldn't contain the tug in your lips as Lucifer said this.

"Who said I was?"

"Little bro Castiel seems to be quite fond of you", the archangel's voice had changed while saying this. There was still a mocking lilt to it, but it also swayed towards dislike. This made one of your eyebrows arch.

"To establish, if you haven't noticed, Cas isn't like other angels, much like you", the devil cocked his brows while his arms crossed over his chest.

"Do you believe I rejoice being in your presence?"

"You said it yourself: you haven't killed me yet", you'd half-expected he would respond with 'you forgot the part where I call you toy'. Instead, he stayed silent. Merely observing you.

Then, he took a step closer. And another. It was almost enough to make not only his chest touch yours but his wings as well. Though, you stood your ground.

"You humans are so... human", you rolled your eyes to this, but when Lucifer tilted his head, index finger leisurely following the outline of his lips, it made your eyes travel back to him rather than look towards the exit to your right, the one you should head for. Still, you didn't step away from the archangel. Preferably, you kept standing in the glow of Lucifer's wings and chilly presence, concentrating on how he let his finger fall to rest under his chin.

"Are you so curious about life after death that you choose to, again and again, stand up to me? Or are you simply stupid?" He followed up his previous statement with this. Nevertheless, it was hard to decide if he still meant you as in humans or you specifically.

"I would argue neither", you said, answer as vague as the context of his question.

"What is it then?" His wings rippled as he said this. And though your eyes did not stray to the movement of feathers, it made you think of your answer.

It was that intuition, no the hunter instinct you tried to correct yourself, which you always felt around the devil. The one that at the moment made you notice how his wing wings seemed almost relaxed.

As if your mere thought of the word wings elected a reaction, you heard the sound you recognised as the flutter of feathers. Yet it didn't come from the angel in front of you. When you realised this, you looked to the side, where you spotted Cas.

"Cas, you're back", you moved away from the devil to face the dark-haired angel in shock at his unexpected arrival.

Without even looking at Lucifer, more than what you could see in the corner of your eye, you saw how he turned the same direction you already looked in. When the angels noticed one other, you saw how Cas tensed, his eyes widening in the closest thing you ever saw they had in panic, while you felt how Lucifer went rigid, his wings stretching out behind you as the air felt like it grew twice as cold. The tension became palpable in a matter of seconds.

"Y/N, I need to speak to you", Cas's voice was urgent, as he quickly glanced at Lucifer before looking back at you. "Privately".

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Don’t Speak

Title: Don’t Speak.

Pairing: au!dark!Dean x virgin!Reader x au!dark!Sam, Dean x Sam 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Y/N wakes up in an unfamiliar room with a stranger, little does she know that he has plans for her.

Warnings: *Rape/Non-Con, dark!Dean, dark!Sam, virgin!reader, angst (i think this goes with out saying), Wincest, forced orgasms, non-con bondage, eduardian era (but the boys are still american), implied arranged marriages, implied breeding kink, implied age gap, humiliation (not the fun kind), minor knife play

A/N 1: This is my entry for @cockslut-padalecki‘s #NotMyNinth Challenge. My prompt is “Masquerade” and “Don’t Speak”

A/N 2: I’ve never written non-con, or a dark!fic before, but this was the first thing that came into mind. This fic is for 18+ only! 

*TW: Rape/Non-Con - Please, I beg you, do not read if this is something that will trigger and/or offend you. 

No Beta all mistakes are mine. (I have tense issues, I know)

Spring, 1905

There’s a haze surrounding your vision as you come to, unsure of where you are or how you got there. Your head throbs, you must’ve had too much champagne, though you don’t remember having more than a second glass. Your mother and father will be furious, you’re a young lady eligible for marriage, and the night was meant for you to find a suitable prospect.

As your vision clears you try to become more aware of your surroundings. A chill runs through your body, and you realize that you’ve been stripped down to nothing more than your undergarments, and silk sheets lie underneath you. You try to sit up, and with a cursory glance, you can see attached to posts of the bed, are long leather straps, which, to your horror, are connected to your wrists.

You struggle, using the little give that the straps have to offer to try and get yourself free. You start to panic, breathing heavier as you flail your arms and legs in an attempt to free yourself from the unwanted bonds. A low chuckling comes from somewhere else in the room, wherever you are, it’s clear to you now that you’re not alone. Your heart races faster as you tug at the straps again, hoping in vain, something will give and you can leave this place.

You twist your arms as far as you can stopping as soon as the pain becomes too much to bear. You grunt and groan, maybe if you make enough noise, someone will find you and get you back to your parents, and you can leave with some of your virtue intact. In the midst of everything, you can hear a second, distinct voice. There’s something vaguely familiar about the two voices, but you can’t place either of them, you’d been introduced to well over fifty men since you presented in court just six months ago.

“Please,” you whimper, “I don’t know who you are. Please let me go.”

The two muffled voices stop for a moment, and the shuffling of feet make their way towards you. The mask that you begged your father for still rests on your face, you curse yourself for demanding such an opulent thing, these men must think your family is well off, and that they can ransom your parents. The truth is, your family is relying on you to make a good match to a wealthy family, so that their debts may be paid off.

A large, calloused hand grazes your calf, while another, even larger hand mimics the actions, caressing your legs all the way up to what little underclothes you still have on. You jerk against their touches, unable to do anything else. The man to the left brandishes a blade, and your breath hitches in horror at the realization that he’s most likely going to kill you. Your father had recently told you of multiple unsolved murders in London, all young women, their insides mutilated. If these are the same men, you have no chance of escaping, all you can do is hope that if that is their plan, they'll have mercy and give you a quick death.

Tears flood your eyes as the man with the knife drags the sharp edge against your wrist. Momentary relief fills you, as you naively believe that he will free you of your bonds, he tuts at you, before moving the blade up your arm. It scrapes your skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make your heart thump faster in your chest. It becomes painfully obvious that whatever the two men have in store for you, they don’t plan on giving you any sense of relief. Dread fills you, and you look up at the man, hoping that maybe if he sees the trepidation in your eyes he’ll show you some kind of compassion. A plain mask obscures most of his face, and all you can make out are fiercely green eyes.

“Please,” you choke out, “I just want to get back to my parents.”

Green-eyes smirks, and leans down to grab you by the chin, forcing you to look at him as he brings the blade only inches away from your face. The second man’s hand hovers over your still covered pussy, and he grunts at green-eyes, who hands over the blade. The second man is impossibly tall, with long chestnut locks framing his covered face. A wift of cool air breezes against your now exposed pussy, and he runs the blade against your stomach, before handing it back to the man on your left. He brings the blade close to your face, but you can’t see where it is thanks to the mask still resting against you. You close your eyes as you hear a rip, and when you open them, you find that your mask is gone, and both men have discarded theirs as well. Americans, you remember meeting them only a few weeks ago. The Queen had, for some reason, allowed them to come to court, which before was unheard of, but no one dared to question Her Royal Highness.

Winchester. That was their name. The other ladies of the court were fawning all the brothers, they could have anyone they wanted, so why were you tied up like some animal?

“Sirs, please,” you sob, unable to hold your tears back any longer. “ I won’t say anything to anyone. My family– we have no money. There is nothing I can give you.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean slides the knife against your cheek. “We don’t want any money, your Queen has already paid us handsomely for our services.”

Your stomach drops as you realize what they want, and they’re going to take it whether you want them to or not. You flail against your bonds, trying and failing over and over again to free yourself. You only stop moving when Dean brings the blade against your cheek, pressing firmly enough that you can feel a trickle of blood roll down amongst your tears.

“I’d hate to scar up this pretty face,” Dean tsks, “but don’t think I won’t. You don’t need a perfect complexion for what we have in store for you, does she Sammy?”

Sam grunts in agreement, and you cry out for your mother and father.

“Hush, hush, darling,” Dean tuts, covering your mouth with his giant hand. There seems to be a sincerity in his voice, but it is gone before you can even process his words. “I know what you’re thinkin’,” Your eyes widen as you turn to face Sam, he’s already half-naked, and there’s a noticeable bulge in his trousers. “And sweetheart, you can’t imagine.”

“Please, don’t!”

“Maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let Sammy warm you up before he sticks his cock in you,” Dean says as Sam palms himself, and you turn your attention back to the older brother. Dean fiddles with the knife, as if he feels the need to remind you that you are completely at his and Sam’s mercy.

“What’s going to be, Y/N?” Dean asks as he removes his shirt, and the bed dips as Sam climbs in the forced space between your legs. “Sammy has no problem going in there dry, do ya Sammy?”

“Wanna taste her,” Sam grumbles, but doesn’t move from his spot between your legs. It’s the first time you’ve ever heard him speak, and it sends chills down your spine.

Sam’s eyes are filled with hunger as he stares down at your virgin pussy. He licks his lips, and slowly strokes his now-free cock.

“Have you ever let someone taste you, Y/N?” Dean rids himself of the rest of his clothes, and you gasp at the size of his cock. You’d never seen one this close before, you had, in fact, never seen one at all, outside of a textbook drawing.

Dean sets the blade down, and nuzzles against your neck, sucking marks onto you, before moving up and placing almost sweet kisses against your mouth and jaw. Warmth pools in your belly against your will, and you hate your body for betraying you, becoming more aroused as Sam and Dean continue touching you.

“She’s gushing, De,” Sam chortles and heat fills your cheeks. You don’t want this, you don’t want to lose your virginity to anyone other than your future husband. “Lemme taste her,” Sam runs a finger through your folds, slightly brushing over your clit.

“Is that what you want, baby?” Dean's mouth leaves your neck, and for a moment you think he’s talking to you, but then, he turns around to face his brother and presses his lips against Sam’s. Dean’s hand runs over Sam’s taught body, replacing Sam’s hand with his own around his cock. You’re shocked at the sight before you, you’d never seen two men kiss, let alone touch each other the way the brothers were. Sam moans against Dean’s lips, and Dean tugs him back by his long locks, if it wasn’t clear before, it was now obvious that Dean was the one in charge. You squirm as the brothers continue kissing over your naked body, tongues dancing together, and heat fills you from toes to fingers. Dean pulls away from his brother, and you’re sure you can hear a whimper leave Sam’s mouth.

“Are you upset that we’re not including you, Princess?” He snickers, eyes landing on your pussy, and you can feel the wetness pooling.

“Please, let me go,” you beg again. “I give you my word, sirs, I will speak of this to no one.”

“That’s not how this is gonna work, sweetheart. Our father is already telling your father that we’d like you to come with us. See, Sammy and me, we’re gonna need someone to help carry on the Winchester name, and it looks like you’re the perfect girl to do it.” Dean picks up the blade once again, “don’t you understand? You’re ours.”

Were your parents really just going to sell you off to the Winchesters without even informing you first? And Dean was making one point painfully clear; it didn’t matter who you married, you would now be the property of the Winchester family, and they can and will use you however you want.

Dean grips your jaw again, making you face him, as he climbs over you, his legs on either side of your chest, his thick cock jutting out from his body. He twirls the knife in his hands before slicing through your corset. You can’t see past him as he rips the bodice off of you, and his eyes stare down at your breasts. Dean massages them gently for a moment, and you feel the swipe of what has to be

Sam’s tongue against your pussy lips.

Sam fucks you with his tongue relentlessly, and you hate that you're getting pleasure from something you don’t want. An involuntary moan leaves your lips, and you can feel Sam hum in amusement as you can’t control your body. Dean plays with your tits, and leaves love bites all over them, before climbing even further up your body and taps the spongy tip of his cock against your lips.

You can see Dean’s patience growing thin as you refuse to open your mouth, and he turns his head to Sam, and you close your eyes, trying desperately to fight off what you can only assume is an orgasm. Suddenly, a finger is teasing your weeping hole, gathering your slick and then entering you. Sam’s mouth returns to your clit as he adds another finger, and you can no longer keep your mouth shut, forming a perfect ‘o’ as the coil inside you finally snaps.

Dean slides his cock into your mouth without hesitation, and begins fucking you with as much enthusaism as Sam. Neither brother stops, Sam, working you through your first orgasm, and to your shame and horror, another one following closely behind.

“She’s so tight, De,” you hear Sam over the sound of Dean fucking your mouth. “Definitely a virgin.”

Dean pulls away from you, and the brothers in well-coordinated dance switch

places, Sam moves to the side of the bed, slipping his cock into your mouth as Dean takes his place between your legs.

“Oh, Sammy, she’s dripping,” Dean says with a sly grin. “Did Sammy eat this cunt good?” Dean asks as he notches his tip at your entrance. It burns as he pushes into you, the only thing keeping you from screaming is Sam’s cock in your mouth.

Tears slide down your face as the brothers abuse your mouth and your pussy, unable to do anything but wait until they’re done with you.

“Dean asked you a question, Y/N.” Sam pulls himself out of your mouth, his cock covered in your saliva. He gathers you by the hair, yanking your head back, and you yelp out in pain. “Tell him how much you loved getting your cunt eaten. Tell him you want him to cum in your pussy.”

You repeat Sam’s words, and Dean’s pace quickens before his hips begin to stutter. With a final, deliberate thrust, Dean’s body stiffens, and you feel his cock twitch inside you as he coats your walls with his seed. As soon as he pulls out, Sam is back in his spot, entering you in a swift move. Dean watches from the side as you squirm under Sam, Dean may be thicker, but Sam is longer, and slam of hips make his cock hit your cervix.

At some point one of the brothers undid the bindings around your ankles, and you don’t realize it until Sam is throwing them around his shoulders, allowing him to hit new angles inside of you. He’s tightening the coil once again, and as his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, his thumb swipes at your clit, and no matter how hard you try to fight it, and even more intense orgasm rips through you.

“Look at the mess she made, De,” Sam laughs as he briefly slows down. “Bet we could both get in here if we wanted.” Dean moves back towards you and Sam, chuckling as he looks down to see the now ruined sheets underneath you.

“Creamed up his cock so good, Y/N.”

Dean leans in, and once again presses his lips against Sam’s. Sam doesn’t slow, and the sound of his hips slapping against yours fills the room. Tears stream down your cheeks as Sam chases after his own release. But neither brother is focused on you anymore, and Sam wraps his hand around Dean’s half-hard cock, jerking it in time with every thrust he makes into you.

“I’m gonna cum,” Sam whispers as Dean pulls away.

“Me too, baby. Cum in that tight little pussy, then I’ll let you finish me off. Do it, Sammy,” he orders, “breed her.”

Sam picks up his pace once again, and with half a dozen more thrusts you can once again feel your walls being coated with Winchester seed. Sam’s mouth is on Dean’s cock, bobbing up and down until Dean stills, and when he pulls away, the brother’s share another passionate kiss.

“I see you boys started without me,” another voice enters the room. The brothers shoot each other a look before moving off the bed and stand on either side. The man comes into view; you don’t recognize him, he’s older, your father’s age at least.

“Sorry, Sir.”

The man notices the mess between your legs, and shakes his head at the brothers. A sly grin forms on his face, and he licks his lips, there's hunger, a lust, even more so than Sam or Dean, as he takes in your naked form.

You wish you could disappear, the brothers have already used you in more ways than you could imagine and now there is someone else. You want to cry, you wish you could, but all that comes out is a whimper, begging for them to let you go.

The older man lets out a breathy, low, chuckle as you squirm, his long digits leaving feather light touches as it travels back towards your abused hole. A groan leaves you as he tentatively pushes a finger in, and then another and pumps them a few times, before bringing them to your lips. He's coated in the remnants of Sam and Dean's cum, and orders you to open your mouth.

You're too scared to do anything but obey, letting the thick fingers that were just in your pussy sit on your tongue and he orders you to suck.

“Looks like my boys took good care of you, darlin’,” The man removes his shirt and trousers before climbing on to the bed, his body on top of yours. “Got that cunt of yours ready for Daddy?” You don’t respond, but Sam or Dean, you're not sure who, murmurs something. “Good, ‘cause you think my boys are big? Darlin' you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

Part 2

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January 2023 Angel Fish Awards

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WELCOME TO THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE (you don’t have to be a member) CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. Everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that this fun, thoughtful award will do just that.

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WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @rauko-is-a-free-elf

To Love And To Hold by @glygriffe

This whole thing is just so cute. I think my favorite part is how ye great and powerful eldritch angel of the lord Cas is so cute and adorable that both brothers are hopeless against it. Sam moves quickly from "we can't keep it" to "well maybe if we can't find an owner," and Dean goes almost immediately from "hell no I'm allergic" to "dammit Sam pick up some Allegra I guess." 😆💚

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Nominated by @glygriffe

Hate or Love by @rauko-creates

I love the poetry of this piece. It's poignant and have a depth that I can't quite grasp, but it's beautiful none the less.

Not Alone by @mrswhozeewhatsis

A sweet little fic set during the COVID-19 pandemic, featuring Sam x Reader. It's full of fluff and I like the type of narration, the author's voice in this fic. It makes me feel... grounded in the story, immerse in the universe.

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Under The Mistletoe by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

This was very cute!!!

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

...And Then There Were Three (series) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

It's been a heck of a long time since I've really read smut without just skimming through it for the vital details. This series? I read every word. So freaking hot!! Both brothers? YES, PLEASE!!!!

Just Like Heaven by @redmyeyes

On the Destiel to Wincest spectrum, I definitely lean towards Destiel, but I do love an occasional Wincest fic, if it's got the right feel to it. This fic right here? It's got it. The angst. The brotherly way of communicating without talking. The brotherly way of doing something gross as a way of saying, "I love you." (It's so gross. But so brotherly.) This right here is the Goldilocks of Wincest fics for me!

Smoking Spirits on the Roof by @stusbunker

And now I'm off to the other end of the spectrum with a Destiel rec! This is a sweet (and smutty) college AU that explores a little bit of the paradox of being queer and having religious faith and an uber-religious family. It doesn't go too deep, so it's not a slog, it's just right for some light reading!

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Nominated by @princessmisery666

Rainy Days and Mondays by @kellyn1604

OMG ���� those last three sentence’s literally made me teary eyed 😢 a smidge of angst but all the fluffiness and it was beautiful 🤩

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE AWESOME WORK AND GREAT FEEDBACK!

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THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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Too Close (Absent Sequel) Masterlist

Summary: Dean and Y/N are finally happy and settled in Paris, but there’s something threatening to disturb their peace - and with them comes secrets and betrayal.

Sequel to Absent

Rating: 18+ (Smut/Angst/Fluff - Dark scenes)

Pairing: Dean x daughter!Reader // (scenes of) Sam x niece!Reader

Fic Warnings: scenes of dub-con, kidnapping, PTSD, heavy angst, murder - these are subject to change as I write

A/Ns: So excited to bring you the next instalment of this world ❤️

This fic is currently being posted four weeks (8 chapters) ahead on Discord. 

Posting every Saturday and Wednesday on Tumblr

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Prologue 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty (FIN)

[weirdochick56]

Past Lives- Dean Winchester AU Chapter One

Dean Winchester x Photographer!Reader

Warnings: none, I guess? Infidelity (mentally mostly)

Disclaimers: I don’t own any SPN characters mentioned.

Word Count: 2,198 words

Read the Prologue Here!!

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“You’re an asswipe, Winchester,” you growl, shoving the green-eyed man away from you. The asshole was completely ignoring the fact that he had to learn these damn equations for your Calculus test tomorrow. 

You should’ve never agreed to tutor him, he despised focusing.

And for some reason, even as you reassured yourself over and over this was the only reason you were now regretting agreeing to help him, you knew it was his damn irresistible presence and heart-stopping eyes that really made you question your sense of decision-making. I mean, his relentless flirting was also a part of the reason. 

“I am. But you know what’s really fucked up sweetheart?” He smirks, slowly leaning towards you and placing his hands on each side beside you, caging you in completely. 

You sigh shakily, trying to push the feeling of your racing heart at his sudden proximity away. “What?” You bite out, trying to remain visibly unphased.  

His smirk widens, making look even more, infuriatingly, hot. “You still like me.” And then he looks at you with those green eyes and you all but melt under his dark gaze. 

“N-no I don’t,” you protest weakly. 

He raises a smug brow, “Oh but you do sweetheart. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me during class.” 

You gulp at his accurate claim, trying to seem strong. “Yeah? And, according to your cocky ass, how do I look at you?”

He doesn’t hesitate, his eyes locked on your lips. “Like you haven’t eaten for days and I’m a full course meal.”

You’re stumped. God, how mortifying. He’d caught you checking him out?! 

And even then, when you’re left with absolutely no come back that could justify your longing stares at the eldest Winchester, you attempt to defend yourself.

“I- you-” he doesn’t let you finish your quite embarrassingly poor attempt at an excuse, taking your jaw in his hands lunging forward, pressing his lips to yours impatiently. 

*

“Excuse ma’am? We’re here.” 

Your eyes snap open and you sit up with a start, looking up at the smiling blonde flight attendant with a blazing blush spread all over your cheeks. 

Glancing around you, you realize while you’d been lost in the vivid memory, people had begun leaving the airplane. 

Clearing your throat, you nod politely at the flight attendant. “Thank you.” She nods then turns away to leave. 

You immediately begin mulling over your dreaming of that moment in your life, with that person. Then your mind begins reeling all on its own from there. 

Why the hell were you thinking about him? Why was his memory still so vivid in your head? You could still smell his scent, the ghost of his lips and the feeling of his hair clutched tenderly between your fingertips. 

Shit, you shudder. He was someone from the past, someone you had made every single effort to push away from your memory for the longest time and had the absolute reassurance you’d succeeded. So why was he back there now? And why had it been so easy for him to slither his way back into your thoughts once more?

You shrug it off as it all being the shock of coming back to Darkwell. Nothing more nothing less.

 Dean Winchester was a part of your past and that’s where he’d remain.

*

You had managed to stop the spreading of what’s-his-face thought-plague significantly well and were now solely focused on your dad and his needs. He was all that mattered.

Stepping into the family waiting area of the fairly small Darkwell airport, you clutch the suitcase in your hand tighter, eyes scanning everywhere for your mother. 

The place wasn’t really packed, so it wasn’t too hard to find her. She was standing up, her eyes darting everywhere in the room in search of you, assumably. 

You noticed she looked tired and worn-out. The youthful shine in her eyes had dulled significantly. She had managed to keep her clothes neat and her hair too, but her face was a mess. Concealer couldn’t hide her bags or the red rims surrounding her eyes. 

You jog over to her trying not to trip in your expensive heels, your suitcase trailing behind loudly. “Mom!”

Her head snaps in your direction and despite everything, her eyes brighten and she smiles broadly when her eyes land on you. Once you get close enough, you immediately tug her into a tight hug. 

It’d been almost four years since you’d flown her and your dad out to NYC and you had missed her. She squeezes you, hugging you to her chest like you were little all over again. 

“Missed you so much ma’,” You whisper, your eyes welling up with tears. She smelled just like you remembered. Lilacs and baby powder.

She stepped away from the hug a little, keeping you at arm’s length. Her eyes were tearful as well and she sniffled with a tiny smile. 

“Oh, I missed you too hun. So, so much.” And then you hug again, conveying the feelings shared.

You had missed your parents so much. Especially your mom. She was your greatest advisor, the voice of mindfulness in your life. 

Once you stepped away from eachother. She looked you up and down earnestly. “Oh, look at you all grown up. Wearing your fancy clothing! I must’ve done something right,” she smiles teasingly at you.

You laugh, shaking your head and wrapping your arm around her shoulder as you walked out of the airport into the warm Darkwell air. “Oh, mom, you did everything right.”

*

A few minutes later, you’re sitting in your dad’s old pick up, conversing quietly with each other. 

“So, how’s life going for you hun? Last we had a talk you sounded a bit off,” your mom questioned quietly, her eyes trained on the road. 

You tilt your head to the side, glancing out the window at the huge “Welcome To Darkwell” sign erected proudly at the edge of the tiny town. 

“What do you mean?” You inquire. 

She chuckles. “Well, I think it had something to do with that fiancee of yours? What’s his name? Dan was it?” 

You want to scoff at her. It was so obvious she didn’t like Dave and wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of him proposing to you without properly asking your dad and her for your hand. Your parents were traditional people. 

“It’s Dave, mom, his name is Dave. “ you sigh heavily at the thought of your absent fiance. “And everything’s just fine.”

She hums suspiciously. “You sure? Cause last I recall you were complaining to me about him-”

“Mom,” you snap then sigh tiredly, your voice softening. “Can we just...drop it? Everything’s fine with Dave. I’m happy.” You smile at her reassuringly and she sighs and shakes her head. 

“If you say so... I just-” she perks up. “I just think you and Dea-”

“Don’t,” you look at her in the eyes, daring her to say another word. To mention his name. “Don’t.” 

She looks at you with shock and worry. Like she wants to say something but is too scared to do so. As she should be.  His name was not one that should ever be uttered in your presence. Ever. He didn’t deserve it in the slightest. 

She nods slowly, the shocked look at your sudden aggressiveness still plastered on her face. You relax, leaning back onto the plush car seat and look out the window once more, eyeing the view with a heavy heart. 

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence and your zoning out, you see a familiar house come into view. 

Furrowing your brow, you turn to your mom. “What the hell mom?”

She sighs, parking the car in the driveway of your childhood home. Wordlessly, she turns to you. “Y/n...” she trails off and you wait impatiently for her to elaborate the reason as to why you were here and not at the hospital. 

“You’re tired,” she continues cautiously. “Jet lag and all that. Maybe you should rest first, refresh yourself and go see him tomorrow.”

You scoff out a laugh. “Like hell, I will! I’m going to go see my dad mom. That’s the only reason I even came here.” 

She heaves out another sigh as you gaze at her incredulously. “Y/n, your father is under heavy anesthetics. He’s all droopy and probably not even conscious.” You notice her eyes well up with tears as your own heart squeezes painfully in your chest at the thought. 

Your dad, so full of life, laying in a bed, weak and ill and unable to do anything for himself. 

She cups your hands between hers and squeezes, looking into your eyes. “He’ll be here tomorrow hun.” 

You suck in a breath, eyeing her with tearful eyes that probably matched hers. Brokenly you mutter, “how do you know that for sure?”

*

You run your hands along your wooden headboard. Nothing much had changed about your room. The house had gotten a new porch and the garage had been relieved of your old toys, but everything else was pretty much the same. You eye your old teddy bear, sinking onto your queen-sized bed with a distant smile. 

You remembered sitting on this bed, and thinking to yourself; “Y/n, this is your future we’re talking about here. Your life-long dream. Are you really going to let that go?”

And then you decided you’d go off to SAIC to follow your dreams. 

Well, after a few other things prompted the action further. 

You feel your heart crack at the edges at the memories and immediately push the thoughts away. No more thinking about him and the immense heartbreak he’s caused you. 

Silently, you sigh, sinking in your back onto the soft bed. Images quickly flash through your head uninvited. 

His lips brush against your neck, his hair held tightly inbetween your fingertips. Slowly, he brings his head up, and your breath hitches at the look in his beautiful green eyes. 

Absolute adoration and lust. His rough hand caressed your cheek and you lean into his touch, biting your lip. 

He grins softly. “You’re so damn beautiful Y/n.”

God, the way he says your name...a small fire ignites at the pit of your stomach and you press your forehead tenderly to his, ghosting your lips over his. “Go slow please?”

He leans in, kissing your lips slowly, and you savor his intoxicating taste, the feeling of his warm mouth on yours. His soft skin brushing on yours in the tenderest of ways. 

He looks back into your eyes, sincerity filling every inch of the breath-taking green orbs. “I would never hurt you, sweetheart.” 

You immediately sit up, clutching the teddy bear tightly to your heart. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears and you swallowed harshly. The same fire was suddenly taking your every fiber captive and you found yourself trembling as every touch, every soft caress and trace of lips and tongues all rushed back to you in one second. 

Dean Winchester, as much as you hated saying his name, had taken your virginity on this very bed and as much as you would rather not think about it, something about your back lightly pressed onto the soft mattress reminded you of him...and then all at once you find yourself reminiscing the feeling of his familiar weight on top of your flushed body. 

Subconsciously, you trace your neck with a feather-like stroke, remembering his lips traveling from your jaw to your neck and trailing hot kisses that had you withering under him like a leaf. And then you remember how they traveled further down...

Abruptly, you shake your head, stopping the thoughts from progressing further. Your cheeks were flushed and so was the rest of your best. You hadn’t realized that your breath was stolen as you began panting slightly. 

Swallowing thickly, you quickly take your hand away from your heated skin, pushing the thoughts as far back into your brain as possible.

Your eyes widen as you push yourself off the bed, taking a deep breath in hopes it’d calm your wildly-beating heart down. 

What the hell was that? 

The bed, you reassure yourself. It was the bed making you remember.

Dave made you happy. He satisfied you in ways that dickhead never could, you remind yourself. 

And suddenly your desire turns into anger as you walk out of the room, shaken. Why was he invading your thoughts all of a sudden? It was Darkwell, that’s it. It had to be...he-he- you didn’t feel like that about him anymore. 

Plus, he was probably married and with kids now. He wasn’t thinking about this now like you, you’re sure. You feel so pathetic. 

But deep down, you know the mere thought slices into your heart slightly. 

Shaking your head for what felt like the hundredth time that day, you resolve to rid yourself of the thoughts. He was your first love. It was expected now that you were back to the place where it’d all happened...and you’d get over the bizarre thoughts eventually. 

You would. Because you had to. Because you were marrying a lovely man. 

Because your first love never works out.

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First chapter, woohoo!

I’m so excited for the Y/n-Dean-first-love-dynamic to begin!

Hehehe the slow burnnnnn...

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@thorins-queen-of-erebor - my past lives peeps

@wildefire - my only spn peep

@multifandomdisappointment -currently only “Dean sweetheart” 

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A work in progress, I like that. This was a good read.

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Summary: While Dean still had The Mark Of Cain, he rejected the only thing that mattered to him, even if he wasn’t man enough to tell you at the time. Now, he’s found you again, but is it to late to put the pieces back together of what you once where.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Suggested Smut, Mention of Heat, Pining sickness, Rejection, Unrequited love, Angst, Language, Betrayal. Smut, Unprotected Smut, ABO Dynamics. Knotting Claiming, Marking, Mating. *Warnings will be above each chapter.*

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