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Wowowow!! đ First of all, thanks so much. You really spoiled me with this review and it totally made my day!
I find it really interesting that this fic is the first one you've read from me, since it's such a "niche" pairing. But I love that you loved it (and my writing đĽ°)!! Christmas is my favorite holiday too -- in no small part because of the food! lol I had fun incorporating my family's traditions into this one, and of course, feeding Dean. đ
Diving into the rest of your amazing (and hilarious) comments below!
(you should know as I'm typing this I am daydreaming about the flan, you should just straight up know that LOL)
Giiiirl, get you some flan! My mom makes it so good. I can't wait for the holidays. đŽâđ¨
I am happily being led while pushing Dean out of the way to get to it first. Lovingly of course lol.
lolll I'm dead! I can picture Dean's (playful) outrage. đ
Not going to lie, I'd be giving Sam a little bit of the stink eye myself. What is so wrong with Dean enjoying himself a little? Besides...give me ALL the flan!!! Sam doesn't know what he's missing.
Right? Don't bother the man on Christmas lmao. Sam ate plenty on this round too, he has no room to judge! đ
This right here is perfection. It made my heart break for Dean as well as Sam for their childhood, what Dean had to sacrifice at times to take care of Sam, how Sam never realized it before...just so perfectly written and so on point.
Aww thank you. It was an HC of mine that stemmed from bits we got of their childhood, and that one ep where someone was like, "You ever been hungry? Like haven't eaten in days, hungry?" And Dean was like, "Yeah..." đđ
I feel like from Sam's POV, he would never have known hunger with Dean around, even when things were tight and they were waiting on John.
Moments like this are worth melting for. đ (seriously though, I'm pretty sure I have to call someone to get the wetvac to get me up off of the floor)
LOLL honestly same! Oh for Dean to gather me to his chest in a warm snuggle. đŤ đŤ
The whole ending scene just makes my heart glad, especially with her offering to go for a walk with Dean, most likely keeping in mind what Sam said (while Sam is keeping what she said in mind - like I said, perfection!) , but I especially loved the ending sequence right here:
Ahhh you caught what I was laying down there! She cares about Dean's health, but she also cares about his happiness. While Sam's now going to be taking what she said into account and try to have a convo with his brother about it in the future.
Ahaha and he so DOES wear shorts when the need arises! đ
This was just beyond sweet and it was something I very much needed back when I read through it the first time. (I'm sorry I didn't leave feedback until now! I'm trying to be better about that these days) I love the way you write the Winchesters and this one shot cemented you as one of my favorite writers I've come across in this fandom (as well as a few others đ).
Aww I'm so glad this little fic could give you some much needed escapism. (It's ok, friend. I'm just grateful that you did!) And that's an amazing compliment, thank you!! I'm honored to be counted as one of your favorites! đđ
I definitely cannot wait to dive into the Midnight Espresso verse and get more of these two. You did a beautiful job here, lovely!!! Well done!!! đđđ
I would absolutely love it if you delved deeper into the Midnight Espresso verse!! It's a passion series of mine, so it really means that much more to me that you enjoyed it, as well as left such a heartfelt review. đ
Get Stuffed
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader
Summary: Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Deanâs biggest quirks.
AN: This was requested by my lovely friend @iprobablyshipit91: Sam making the usual digs at Dean about his diet, and how much he eats, and the reader pulling him aside and telling him to back off as he doesnât realize how much Dean went hungry as a kid to make sure Sam was fed.
Word Count: 1,800 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, innuendo, tinge of angst
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âAw, hell yeah,â Dean mutters. He rubs his hands together and surveys the immovable feast thatâs about to get shoveled into his mouth.
This Christmas marks roughly your first year living with the brothers Winchester in the bunker, and a few months after your first anniversary with Dean.
Heâs made it very clear that he enjoys your cooking, especially of Cuban food. So youâve gone all out for Christmas: white rice and your grandmotherâs recipe for black beans, boiled yuca with plenty of garlic, bread drizzled with more garlic and olive oil, and Deanâs favoriteâŚ
âWhatâs this part of the pig called again?â he asks. And he uses a large fork to spear into the mountain of roasted meat that youâve already cut and piled onto a platter.
You come in from the kitchen with the bread in hand, placing it on the dinner table. You sidle up behind him, where he's seated.
âThe shoulder,â you say, squeezing both of Deanâs. He hums in interest as you press a kiss to the side of his head. âItâs called pernil. Marinated with garlic, mojo, bunch of good stuff.â
He predictably steals a juicy piece of meat, plopping it into his mouth. He grins while he chews and makes a happy sound.
âOhoho, yeah.â
You share an amused look with Sam, who sits beside his brother. By the time youâve found your seat on Deanâs other side, heâs already serving you and Sam the same hefty portions he serves himself.
You know for a fact youâre only going to eat about half of your plate. Sam manages to polish his off. Dean does as wellâŚand serves himself twice more before you break out the dessert.
âPlease tell me thatâs a flan,â Dean says, drumming his fingers on the table.
âHow the hell are you still hungry?â Sam asks.
The look on his face says heâs half entertained, half disgusted. Dean is still sucking on the crispy skin on a piece of pork. He licks the juices off his fingers.
âHave I taught you nothing?â he says. âThereâs always room for dessert.â
He tosses you a wink, followed closely by a suggestive smirk. You glance at him with a smile as you set down the metal pan.
âIt is a flan,â you affirm. âI tried my hand at coconut this time.â
âOoh, tropical,â Dean says, waggling greasy fingers. He wipes them on a napkin before he reaches for the pie cutter, which is usually reserved for his favorite dessert. Although, flan is rapidly becoming his second go-to. The rich custardy goodness is calling to him like a siren song.
âHow can I get you to make this more often?â Dean mutters while carving out a generous slice.
Your lips curve. You rest your chin on your hand and lean towards him, earning his gaze. âIf I made it all the time, you wouldnât savor it, now would you?â
Dean smirks. His gaze lowers to your lips, like heâs contemplating some persuasive maneuvers.
âYouâd also be 300 pounds,â Sam remarks, taking a sip of his beer.
You eye Sam with a frown. But Dean just laughs it off and cuts his little brother a slice.
By the end of the meal, all three of you are stuffed. Dean groans and leans back in his seat. A gurgle mounts audibly from his stomach.
âJesus. Are you erupting?â Sam says.
Dean holds up a finger. âWait for it.â
You give your boyfriend a bemused look. You know exactly whatâs about to happen. As does Sam, whoâs grimacing.
A few seconds later, Dean does erupt, with a truly legendary belch.
âNice,â you say wryly. Dean squeezes your soft, thick thigh and backs his chair away from the table.
âWell, since I roasted the pig and you did the rest, Iâd say itâs Sammyâs turn on cleaning duty,â he says.
âThanks,â Sam says, with a wan smile. Yours is more jovial, even as Deanâs hand toys with a curl of your hair after he stands.
âIâm gonna shower off the meat sweats,â he says.
You giggle, but you nod. âYou do that. Iâll help Sam a bit, put away the food at least.â
Your smile becomes more genuine when Dean drops a kiss on your forehead from above.
âThanks, sweetheart,â he says. His voice is a quiet, deep rumble washing over you. You know what heâs thanking you for: good food, and a small, but warm Christmas.
You reach up and give his cheek a tender touch, before he withdraws and makes his way to the bedroom he shares with you. It leaves you and Sam to collect whatâs on the table and bring it all into the kitchen. While Sam does the dishes, you start to put away the leftovers.
Something has been nagging at you all night, though youâve tried to stamp it down time and time again. You donât know if it's your place to say something. Especially if Dean doesnât seem botheredâŚbut it bothers you. And youâve never been one to hold your tongue.
âHey, can I ask you something?â you begin, even as a small bit of trepidation niggles inside you.
Sam looks over at you. Heâs quick to catch the serious note in your demeanor.
âYeah, whatâs up?â he replies. You okay? his eyes also ask.
âWhy do you get on Dean so much for enjoying his food?â you ask.
Sam blinks. Then he scoffs a little. âThereâs enjoying, and then thereâs gluttony.â
âHeâs not that bad,â you argue.
âHe ate half his weight in pig,â Sam says. You canât exactly deny that, but you cross your arms and turn to him, leaning your hip against the counter.
âSo? Itâs Christmas. Let him be happy,â you retort.
Sam levels you with pinched brows. âHeâs not in his 20s anymore. All that crap he eats is going to catch up to him someday.â
âWhat, you expect him to down some kale smoothies?â you reply, giving a pointed brow raise and a teasing smile. âGet up at the crack of dawn for a bare-chested run?â
Sam shoots you a dry look. Â
âMy point is, Iâm not gonna survive hundreds of monster attacks just to get taken down by cholesterol,â he says.
You sigh a raise a placating hand. âAll right. I get what youâre saying. Iâm just sayingâŚhave you ever thought about why he loves food so much? Why he overindulges sometimes?â
Sam's brow quirks. Itâs a question you know you need to tread lightly in order to answer. You uncross your arms to lay a hand on Samâs wrist. He stops washing dishes and turns off the sink to give you his full attention, sensing your shift.
You look up at him, and you steel yourself.
âHe mightâve mentioned onceâŚthat you two sometimes had a hard time growing up. With John taking you guys from motel to motel while he was working a job, and every now and then, leaving you guys alone longer than he meant to.â
Dean had been more than a bit drunk when youâd gotten this out of him. Hearing about that aspect of his upbringing had upset you, not just as someone who cared about him, but the caretaker in you smarted.
âEven though you guys didnât have enough money at times, your brother always made sure you were fed,â you explain. You meet Samâs gaze, squeezing his arm. âSometimes he went without.â
Samâs expression slowly slackens, contemplative and dismayed at what youâre implying. He dries his hands on a kitchen towel and rubs at his mouth, like heâs reeling back the years of evidence in his mind and trying to confirm if you were right.
âYou donât remember?â you gently ask.
Sam shakes his head. âI mean, I knew things were tight. I remember him taking care of me, obviously. ButâŚâ
He doesnât remember his brother going hungry.
It carves a hole of remorse in his chest.
This isnât the first time heâs had to reexamine Deanâs role in his life, and not the first time heâs felt this flavor of guilt. But he sighs and really doesnât know what to say.
You seem to realize that, and you squeeze his arm one last time.
âJust keep that in mind,â you implore.
You soon leave him to venture upstairs, but there in the kitchen, Sam makes a resolution before the new year. One that includes having a conversation with his brother.
You find Dean in your bedroom. Now in his most threadbare sweatpants and an old black shirt, he lays over the covers on the bed. His eyes are closed and his arms are folded behind his head, but he hears you when you come in.
You slide into bed next to him and lay your head on his chest. He groans deep and slowly lowers his arms. One of them wraps around your frame.
âThink I overdid it a bit,â he admits, cracking his eyes open. You smile and gently pat his stomach.Â
âWanna go for a walk tomorrow?â you ask. âWe can go down to the park.â
Dean raises a brow at you. âYou hate walking.â
âNot true,â you shake your head, before you rest more comfortably against him. He tucks you in beside him and begins to run his fingers down your arm. Itâs a bit distracting.
âCould be nice, with the right view,â you add, though you shiver a little at his touch.
Dean makes a sound of mild interest in the idea. âI guess, if you like stringy trees and frozen lakes.â
Itâs winter in Lebanon. Not much to look at.
You smirk and press a kiss to his chest. âI mean, that, and you in some little Richard Simmons shorts.â
Dean gives you a look, and you giggle so hard it shakes your whole body against him.
âHonestly, I think thatâll really do it for me,â you tease. You walk two fingers across his thigh, where a cute pair of â80s-style exercise shorts would cut off.
Dean grabs your hand and rolls you over, pinning you underneath him on the bed. His thigh slips between both of yours, causing friction against your jeans. And he smirks down at you.
âSweetheart, I donât do shorts.â
AN: đ A little callback to S1 at the end there. I hope you guys liked this! Just in time to prepare for my Christmas cooking! â¤ď¸đ
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we all know dean wears johnâs jacket after he takes it from his hotel room in the pilot. but i completely forgot we also see him wear it to school in the flashback episode in s4, where heâs fronting like mad and feeling like just as much of an outsider as sam
which means heâs always used it as a comfort item. which means john let him wear it and knew, at least on some level, that it helped him. he let him wear it enough that dean doesnât hesitate to grab it in the pilot when he needs the comfort
but more importantly, john leaves it behind for dean to find
he couldâve taken it with him when he dropped the woman in white hunt (he takes all his other gear, weapons and clothes), but he leaves it on the coat rack where dean could easily find it. he knew heâd be gone for a long time, if not outright suspecting that heâd die going after the yellow-eyed demon, and he deliberately leaves the jacket behind for dean to find comfort in
#john winchester letting dean have a comfort item like that is breaking both my heart and my brain#like my instinct is that its out of character but then i think of how he gives him the impala#he doesnt have the same attachment to it as dean does#dean sees it as a home while john just sees it as a cool car#i think he thinks dean sees it the same way he does which is why he pokes him about it#âhey dean why dont you touch up your car before you get rust. i would have given you the damn thing if i thought you were going to ruin itâ#meanwhile we all know just how much he loves and cares for the impala#its not like dean would or could verbalise what it means to him#but he never asks for the jacket back#he never makes a comment about dean wearing it#hes never even surprised that he has it#more to the point#he leaves it behind for dean to find#which means he without a doubt knows dean finds comfort in it#and not only allows it but boderline encourages it#which is a level of emotional intelligence i would never expect from john wonchester#carry on my wayward son#coming out of my cage and iâve been doing just fine.txt#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#john winchester
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What I wanted so badly was for Mary to learn about her boys from Cas. Like that night where Cas finds her when she canât sleep and she expresses that she just doesnât know anything about her sons since she missed so much?? All I wanted was for Cas to sit down with her at the table and just start telling her about them. Basic stuff at first: their favorite foods, their sleeping habits, the stuff heâs just observed by being their passenger for years.
And then I want him to say something totally Cas, like âDean always wears more layers but thatâs because his body naturally runs two degrees colder than Samâs. But thatâs normal for him and not indicative of any illness, so itâs nothing to worry about.â
And as they talk, it starts to get a little deeper, and Cas tells her more. He tells her about what she missed, about all the horrible things that happened to her sons and how they coped; how it changed them. And he tells her about Sam, he does, but really it ends up being all about Dean.
Heâll tell her about how Dean clenches his fists when heâs upset, even as he tries to keep his face impassive. About how Dean drums his fingers on the steering wheel when heâs anxious. Heâll tell her about Deanâs nightmares, about the ways heâs chosen to cope. Heâll tell her how to know when to approach Dean and when to give him space, how to gently acknowledge what heâs feeling without pushing him too far.
And with every word he says, Maryâs curious head tilt from when sheâd seen them hug in reunion turns into a bone deep type of certainty. Because Cas is telling her things that only someone who paid special attention would notice. Heâs telling her things that only someone very, very close to her sonâs heart would know.
Cas will tell her the cliff notes of what theyâve been through; will tell her how the whole world looked to Dean and he rose to the occasion over and over again. Heâll tell her about Deanâs doubts in himself and then vehemently declare them as wrong and explain, at length, why. He will tell her about the people Dean has lovedâ the people who loved him like he was their ownâ and lost. He will tell her about Bobby, Ellen, Jody, Donna, and Charlie. Heâll tell her about Claire, too, and how Dean stepped up.
And the whole time, Mary will have this realization that oh, she may not have been around to guide and protect her sons, but there was always someone there to care for them and support them when they needed it. She will realize that she and John may have left them, but they were never alone.
But more than that, there was someone there for Dean. Someone picking Dean over and over again while Dean picked Sam, or the world, over himself. There was someone fighting for Dean when he wasnât fighting for himself. There was someone who saw Dean, and loved him unconditionally.
Sitting across from her, at the asscrack of dawn, filling her in on all the things she missed was every motherâs dream: someone who loved her child with the kind of devotion that would break the world. And from the sounds of the stories she was being told, it did break the world. Someone whose love is entirely untainted and comes without any strings attached.
Itâs so clear to her as she listens to Cas talk that Cas loves Dean with no expectations. That loving Dean is something he just does, like he doesnât know how not to love Dean, like the possibility of not loving him never occurred to Cas. He loves Dean in a way that Mary knows can and will soothe Deanâs sharp edges and battered heart. He loves Dean in the kind of pure way that tells Mary that it will continue to endure and overcome everything without ever diminishing, even the littlest amount.
Mary, through tears, will tell Cas how she always told Dean that there were angels watching over him. And before Cas can make some comment about Dean being the Righteous Man and the interest of most of Heaven, she will place a hand over his and give him a motherly look that will convey all the things sheâs not sure how to sayâ and the things sheâs not sure Cas is ready to hear yet. And Cas will flush and look away, mumbling about how her son is very special to him.
And when she pulls him into a hug and murmurs thank yous into his shoulder, she will be comforted in the knowledge that her sons turned out to be wonderful men, and that they managed to stay together through everything. She will be comforted to know that no matter what happens, no matter her shortcomings as she tries to fill a role she never meant to leave, Sam will have Dean and Dean will have Cas.
And this time, when Cas tells her that she belongs here, she will believe him. And she will tell him that he belongs here, too.
And when Dean wakes up a few hours later and wanders in to find Mary and Cas still chatting over the table, heâll be surprisedâ but pleasedâ to find Mary looking more at ease. Heâll be pleased when she gives him a warm hug and pats him on the cheek and tell him with all the sincerity that only a mother can muster that sheâs glad that he met Castiel. And when Dean agrees, a little confused, Mary will just smile at him.
âI always said Iâd like a third son.â She says, âso give him a reason to take our last name, wonât you?â
And Dean will splutter and turn fifteen shades of red as he steadfastly doesnât look at Cas but mumbles something that suggests heâs not against the idea at all.
And Mary will laugh again and wink at an equally red Cas before heading towards the kitchen like âCas said waffles are your favorite, so I hope youâre hungry!â
#mary Winchester could have been a good character#and the Mary&Cas friendship couldâve been everything#Mary deserved to learn about her sons from someone who loved them#and she deserved to see how they were never truly alone#like that whole scene I was screaming for Cas to talk to her#Cas helping Mary navigate the stress of situating herself into her boys life couldâve been so powerful#because he had to do that and heâd know#and Dean having cas to keep going to as he tried to cope with his own side of things???#im just saying#this show robbed us of a lot but this is one thing I feel especially bitter to have missed out on#Castiel#dean winchester#mary winchester#spn#supernatural#destiel#deancas
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snow melts â Coriolanus snow
masterlist | pairing: Coriolanus snow x reader
summary: Coriolanus likes to keep people at arm distance, but what does it look like when he lets someone in?
warnings: kinda fluffy(?) + BOOK SPOILER OF TBOSAS
a/n: Iâm unsure if the one thing I spoiled from the book is in the movie.. if it is someone let me know! I mustâve missed it
the capitol is in walking distance. all you have to do is cross the traffic circle, pray you donât get hit, and enter the warm building. you can see it now, you can feel the precipitation building up against your skin under the thick layersâ honk!
a curse falls out of your lips. too busy daydreaming about the warm welcoming breeze of the capitol, you failed to notice the cars thatâs tires crunch under the snow and spread slush around your thick boots.
days like these were meant to sit inside your warm apartment and sip hot tea. they werenât meant for you to cross in inches deep of snow and bore yourself with lectures and reading.
but thereâs one person who might make things worth it. if heâs there. youâd imagine a snow would love this weather, to watch the heavy flakes cover the capitol and dance around making peoples lives miserable, Coriolanus was a lot like snow. a bit evil, a bit cold, but at the right temperature you could melt him into mush.
the traffic clears, and finally, you can sprint across to make your way to class. it had taken far too long for you to cross to the capitol, with traffic, ice, and snow, but once you make it inside you donât regret coming.
âgosh you look awful.â festusâs comment earns a low growl to escape your lips, itâs hard to ignore him, but coriolanus does so easily, and helps remove your layers.
âhowâd you beat me here?â you ask, heâs folding your coat against his arms and flattening your static hat hair. typically, Coriolanus was on time, heâs never early, but today he mustâve had a meeting with clemnesia, or possibly sejanus, that sent him into the unplowed roads and blustery wind.
you canât imagine how cold he mustâve been. itâs his worst kept secret with you. Tigris had made him a wool coat, but heâd been to embarrassed to wear it, and he refused a coat from your families closet. this then results in him walking in brutal conditions with nothing but his school uniform on.
âmeeting with dean highbottom.â its his turn to growl. the two werenât fond of each other, but with Coriolanus being a student, and a man with scarce amount of money, coriolanus was in no position to make enemies in the capitol. so, he did what any student would do, suck up to the dean in hopes thatâll erase all the problems.
âis it about your demerit?â you whisper the words quietly enough that not another soul could hear you. Coriolanus hadnât told his grandmother, but only you and sejanus knew of such record.
Coriolanus rolls his eyes muttering a yes, before guiding you through the mass crowds of students into the lecture hall. feeling his hand on your back sends a wave of electricity through your body. you loved his hands on you, in anyway possible, but Coriolanus was a love starved man. it was never easy to get him to show affection.
âI should thank Tigris.â
coriolanusâ eyebrows nearly string together when you turn to look at him, âwell youâre not good with showing your affection, I know she has to do with this.â you chuckle a thank you, taking your things from him and watch him march across the lecture hall to his side of the room.
Coriolanus was as cold as snow sometimes, but with you? he was always melting.
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â premise: there existed no such cricumstances in which dean doesnt want your lips against his. bloodied, bruised, even with broken bones, a kiss from his girl makes it all better.
â pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader
â warnings: tw: blood, fluff, but some sort of instense making out, established relationship, descriptions of blood and injuries, blood in mouth, nicknames [baby, sweetheart, my girl], reader is described a bit to have anxiety
â a/n: as always i hope dean isnât too out of character as i have never written for him! enjoy my loves :) and sorry its short.
A hunt had gone south they got the monster and it was done but Dean was injured, they were headed back to the bunker. That was all Sam spit out over the phone, normally you appreciated his ability to get straight to the point. Currently you were cursing it as he hung up shortly after cause he was the one driving back. You had a million and one questions running through your head and more than half of them werenât good.
This was the part of the boys going off hunting and you staying back that you hated the most. When one of them got hurt or something went wrong and all you could do was sit there, a chill running down your spine as your blood boiled in your veins, anxiously pacing the living room, trying to not let yourself jump to the worst conclusions which you regularly failed to do.
You used to go on hunts with them and instead of you currently being the one riddled with anxiety, it was Dean. Once the two of you pulled your heads out of your asses (as Sam would say) and realized youâve had feelings for each other for years, you got together. Being officially together seemed to make Dean's protective nature increase tenfold. He was even more terrified to lose you now than before. He began fussing over you whenever you'd get even the slightest scarpe or bump on a hunt. He would glue himself to your side the whole duration. Forcing you to normally stay back in the motel room when the hunt turned into a more dangerous situation than dean cared to put you in.
You loved Dean but it began to get a bit too tedious to deal with and even Sam made a comment on how overprotective he was being. In an attempt to make hunts go easier and ease your boyfriend's anxiety, once you all situated yourselfs in the bunker you suggested to him that you go out on hunts less, especially when they could now take Cas. Dean jumped at the suggestion but you couldn't blame him.
âI think that's a great idea babyâ he said with a kiss to your forehead.
You still helped out, researching things when Sam needed the help, going through old books and files in the library, patching them up when theyâd come back with cuts and bruises. You hadn't realized just how jittery you'd be however stuck in the bunker when he was out and especially when they went on far away hunts.
They'd go to the hospital when things were really bad, so you knew if the boys were on their way back then it couldnât be too bad. The reminder did nothing to sooth your racing thoughts, your heart thumping so hard you could practically hear it pounding in your ears. You didn't know just how long you've been pacing back and forth, too afraid to look up at the clock and realize it's only been a few minutes since Sam called.
You don't hear the sound of baby pulling into the garage, your head is too clouded as you were damn near about to wear a grove down into the old floors. The sound of a door shutting loudly and two sets of heavy footsteps are heard down the hallway. Spinning so quickly on your feet you nearly lose your balance you turn to face the noise. Watching as the brothers emerge from the dark hall, Dean's arm rests on Sam's shoulder almost using him like a human crutch. You let out a small gasp making them stop and both of their eyes snap up to yours, weather you gasped in surprise at the state of your boyfriend or in relief you canât tell.
âHi sweetheart, Weâre homeâ Dean tilts his head, his voice laced with his usual sarcasm and deep tone. He pushes off of Sam, clearly able to at least stand on his own, slowly making his way over to you a small limp in his step.
In the blink of an eye youâre rushing into his arms, your soft hands grabbing ahold of his beaten up face and crashing your lips against his. He grunts out a âfuckâ in surprise or pain the word dying in his throat turning into a noise as his eyes fall shut and he grabs ahold of your hips. With a sharp tug he pulls your body as close as he can to his, his hands sliding up your sides. His bloodied lips against your plush ones, kissing you like a man starved, a kiss youâve come accustomed to when he comes home from longer hunts. âMissed youâ he hums in a hushed tone into the kiss for only you to hear, making your racing heart only speed up. His blood flows into your opened mouth as the kiss goes on, the metallic taste on your tongue foreign but you were far too relieved he was back in one piece to care about the blood coating your tongue.
Any pain Dean felt after the whole ordeal and from the bumpy ride back to the bunker seemed to fade from his body. He could care less about his brother's presence still in the room or the blood still dripping from his face and that covered his clothes or his split lip. It felt as if all the bruises that were forming on his body were already being kissed away as your soft lips slid against his. The taste of your mouth overcoming the taste of the blood in his, your scent calming his body, reminding him he's finally home again. Your body grounding him.
A rough deep cough stops the moment making the two of you reluctantly pull away, lips swollen and parted as you catch your breath.
âBefore this gets any more R-rated maybe we should patch him up and you know clean him upâ Sam suggested with a small light hearted chuckle as he walks off to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. You were grateful you remembered just yesterday that it had needed to be restocked. âSorry Sammyâ Dean calls after him, you turn your head away and follow up with a âSorry not sorryâ down the hall after him making a small smirk grow on your boyfriend's face.
Once he's out of eye sight, Dean grabs ahold of your face by lightly squeezing your cheeks and turns your head back to face him. Leaning down to begin softly kissing you again, groaning against your lips when the pain in his body begins to return.
âWho needs a first aid kit, all i need is my girl's kissesâ He mumbled softly against your mouth, making you break out into a smile. A small tear slips down your cheek, your breath returning to your lungs and the chill in your spine fading as relief finally settled over your body knowing he's okay.
â a/n: if you enjoyed please reblog or send me some dean requests id love to write more for him!
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Across Every Universe
Pairing:Â Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~2.1k
Warnings:Â fluff
Request by anon: Hey Jordan, can i request something where Dean Winchester always have a crush on the reader but never said something to her until one day Sam and Dean are transported (based on the episode French Mistake) and Dean actor Jensen and is married to the reader of the universe and she pass the whole day giving Dean hug and kisses because for everyone is Jensen. When Dean and Sam came back to their universe him and the reader start dating? FluffÂ
Summary:Â Sam and Dean are taken back to the same place where Dean is known as Jensen Ackles and Sam as Jared Padalecki. This little trip makes Dean realize his feelings for you.
Square Filled:Â "god, if only you knew what you did to me" (2023) for @spnaubingo
Authorâs Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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No matter the position youâre in, youâre not comfortable. It doesnât matter if you lie down on your side, your back, or your stomach. Not to mention the heater isnât working in the Bunker so itâs very cold. You have three blankets over you while wearing long sleeves and pajama pants. The broken heater doesnât help your running cold either. Youâre not sure where you caught it from but youâve been trying to stay away from the brothers to not get them sick.
That doesnât keep Dean away, though.
Heâs a complete sweetheart to you since he always brings you soup, makes sure youâre comfortable, and spends time with you even if you tell him not to go near you. You donât know what youâd do without Dean in your life.
Speaking of, he knocks on your door and enters wearing his usual hunting attire.
âGoing on a hunt?â you ask and sit up slightly.
âYeah. I wish I could stay here and take care of you.â
âOther people need you,â you smile. âIâll be fine. Iâm going to stay in bed, watch movies, and make some soup later. Did you fix the heater, yet?â
âI have someone coming in a few days. Heâs also on a hunt.â
âRight, no non-hunters here,â you chuckle.
âIâll call you later and check up on you, okay?â
âMy hero.â
You cuddle with your blankets more and Dean leaves your room with a slight blush on his cheeks. Before he closes the door, he looks back at you in thought. God, if only you knew what you did to me.
He closes your door and meets his brother in the library. As soon as they are packed and ready to go, they start the long drive to the next state over. When Dean gets onto the highway, Sam turns to Dean with a knowing smile.
âSo, did you tell her how you feel?â
âStay out of it, Sammy,â Dean rolls his eyes.
âHow long have you had a thing for her? Years? When are you going to tell her how you feel?â
âI mean it, Sam. Stay out of it. I can handle it on my own.â
âApparently not, or else sheâd be yours.â
Dean punches his brother not gently in the arm and Sam laughs. Dean kept the music high so he could avoid talking about his feelings for you. They get to the town that has its residents sacrificing themselves in the name of God. If anything, it warrants some kind of visit from the Winchesters.
The town looks like a normal town with normal people just trying to live their normal lives. They have no suspicions that something is happening but they only just arrived. They get there late at night so they will have to do their work tomorrow morning. Dean takes out his phone when his brother goes into the bathroom to shower and calls you.
âHey, how are you feeling?â
âIâm doing alright but not any better.â
âDid you take your medicine?â
âYes, I did.â He can hear the smile in your voice and that makes him smile. âAnd I ate my soup and drank water.â
âDonât forget to tell her goodnight,â Sam says loudly from the bathroom.
Dean grabs a pillow and chucks it at his brother. âGo take a shower. You stink.â
âGoodnight, Dean,â you chuckle, having heard Sam.
âNight sweetheart.â He hangs up and turns to his brother with a scowl. âI hate you.â
Sam and Dean actually get more than four hours of sleep that night but when Dean wakes up, he doesnât recognize his surroundings. The motel is gone, the shutty beds and blankets are gone, and the peeling wallpaper is gone. What replaces it is a nice trailer, a comfortable bed, a big aquarium, and other nice shit that Dean has never had.
âSammy?â he calls out. He gets up and leaves the small trailer only to run into Sam. âWhat the hell is going on? Where are we?â
âI donât know.â Sam looks around and spots a name on the side of the trailer thatâs behind Dean. âOh, no. Look.â
Dean turns and sees the name âJensen Acklesâ on the side. He turns back around and sees âJared Padaleckiâ on the trailer opposite his.
âYouâve got to be kidding me? Weâre back in actor land? What happened last time?â
âGabriel sent us here to avoid Raphael and his minions. I have no idea how we ended up here.â
âI bet it has something to do with the fact that people were sacrificing themselves in the name of God. My guess is that angels are involved.â
âThere you two are.â Sam and Dean turn to see Castiel--Misha--walking toward them. âTheyâre looking for you two.â
âYeah, weâre coming.â
If Sam and Dean didnât do a good job trying to act last time, then they certainly arenât going to do a good job now. Itâs funny in hindsight but it makes for a very long day of filming. After the twentieth time messing up, Dean is ready to get the hell out of there to figure out how to get back to his world.
He looks to the right and sees you at the snack bar. He immediately calls for a time-out and leaves the set.
âTime out?â the director frowns and looks at him. âEveryone, take ten!â
âY/N?â
âCome here, you have to try this. Gen made it,â you grin at Dean. You take a scoopful of food and present it to him. He opens his mouth and accepts the food, pleasantly surprised by the taste. âOh, you have something on your mouth.â You wipe his bottom lip with your thumb and lick the food off. Dean is so confused about your behavior but doesnât have time to figure it out. Your phone rings and you check who is messaging you. âI gotta go. Gen is here.â
You lean up and kiss him quickly before walking off. Dean canât move after that quick kiss. You did it so casually like youâve done it a thousand times. He is forced to go back to acting but he canât do a good job because all heâs thinking about is your lips on his.
They arenât getting enough filming done so the director calls it for the rest of the day. Sam and Dean convene outside to make it look like theyâre busy so no one else talks to them.
âShe kissed me, dude.â
âWhat?â
âY/N or the woman who sheâs supposed to be. She kissed me like weâre together or something.â
âLook, Iâm glad youâre going through the five stages of teenage excitement but can we focus here? How are we going to get out of here?â
Dean looks around and spots you entering his trailer.
âEh, youâll figure it out. Iâll be back.â
Dean leaves to his trailer and Sam rolls his eyes in annoyance.
âDean!â he hisses but receives no answer.
Dean enters his counterpartâs trailer and sees you where the bed is. Youâre grabbing some night clothes out of the drawers since youâre not going to be leaving the trailer for the rest of the night.
âHey, I talked to Gen about the cabin and she got it all set up for us this weekend. Iâm so excited to spend some time away from all this for two days.â
âAre we dating?â The comment makes you laugh. âWhat?â
âAre you okay?â He looks kind of nervous so you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. âI donât know whatâs going on with you but I do know how to make you feel better.â
âHow?â he whispers.
You run your hands down his chest and take his hands. You take him to the bed and toss your night clothes onto a nearby chair. You fall onto the bed while pulling him so he lands on top of you but he stops himself with his hands so he doesnât completely crush you.
You pull him down to kiss you and thatâs enough to bring Dean into the delusion that youâre Y/N and youâre his. Your lips are softer than what he thought and your body fits so perfectly against his. He slips his tongue into your mouth to get familiar with you. You tug on his hair to get some traction so he pulls away from your mouth and kisses down your neck.
Your neck has always been a sensitive spot for you and he really knows how to work you up. He licks up and down your neck before latching onto the side of it. You gasp, tilt your head back, and moan something that brings Dean back down to reality.
âJensen.â Youâre not his. Youâre not you. Youâre Jensenâs. Youâre not supposed to be with him. He pulls away and pants above you. âWhatâs wrong?â
âCan we just lay here instead?â
âYeah, of course. Let me get changed.â
You slip out from underneath him and grab the pajamas you set aside earlier. You strip down naked and Dean has a hard time not looking at you. He canât help but think youâre a complete stranger. The pajamas youâre wearing are revealing but he feels better at looking at you with clothes on. You climb into bed with him and cuddle into his side, and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your head.
âHow did I get so lucky?â
âIâm the lucky one.â
âTell me the story of how we met.â You look at him in confusion. âI want to hear it from you.â
âOkay, I got tickets to a red carpet event that my ex-friend invited me to. We were going to see the movie My Bloody Valentine because we thought it was going to be the next big movie. The entire cast was there, including you, meeting fans and taking pictures with them. When we locked eyes, it was like something was pulling you to me.
âYou came over to me, complimented me on my dress, signed my poster with your number on it which I still have, and the rest is history. I never got together with you because you were a big celebrity. You were genuine, kind, funny, charming, and very sexy. It was hard not to fall in love with you.â
Dean notices the big ring on your finger and puts the pieces together.
âWeâre married?â
âYes, we are,â you laugh. âAre you okay?â
âIâm just⌠really happy.â
You lean over and kiss him. The next morning, Dean leaves his trailer before you get up. He doesnât want to wake you even though he wants to. He finds Sam outside his own trailer with a book in his hands.
âHey,â Dean sighs.
âI might have found a way out of here, no thanks to you.â
âWhat if we didnât leave?â
âAre you kidding me?â
âThe love of my life is my wife here.â
âThatâs not your wife, Dean. Sheâs Jensenâs wife. She thinks youâre him. Why would you take that away from him? You have a girl waiting for you at home, a girl with whom youâre too scared to do anything about. Donât take her away from him because you want what they have.â
Dean knows heâs right. He canât stay here. Heâs using this world as an escape from his own.
âYeah, youâre right,â Dean sighs. âWhat do you have?â
âI found this book in the prop section. This might be a TV show but it does have some useful books to make it look real. Thereâs a ritual we can do.â
And a ritual it is. Once they get the stuff needed and perform it, they are brought back to the town they arrived in a couple of days ago. In order to properly tackle this town, theyâre going to need some angelic help. Maybe Castiel can meet them back at the Bunker and figure something out then.
The first thing Dean does when he gets home is go looking for you. Youâre still stuck in bed watching your favorite movies on Disney+. You pause your movie when your bedroom door opens.
âHey, how was the hunt?â Dean doesnât say anything as he kicks off his shoes. He climbs into bed with you and pulls you close to him. âDean?â
âI love you,â he blurts. âI should have told you this years ago but I canât seem to think straight when Iâm with you. You make everything better for me, and youâre a better hunter than I ever was. God, I love you so much.â
âIâd kiss you but I donât want to get you sick,â you smile.
âI donât care,â he whispers and kisses you.
This is where he belongs. Right next to you.
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[just a dumb little thing i wanted to write about Cas's bad moods being positively affected by dean's touch]
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Dean scrubs a hand down his face and resists a loud sigh. Coffee. He needs coffee. Driving for eighteen hours straight isnât good for anyone, but especially not for someone with a grumpy, newly ex-angel sitting shotgun.Â
Cas, tucked in the crowded line by Deanâs side, is oscillating between his typical feelings of disgruntled and fascinated by his surroundings. Just by the look on his face, Dean knows what he wants to complain about: the stuffy, small cafe is too hot, the people are talking too loud, and the barista at the counter is more focused on chatting with her customers than actually ordering their food, and Dean, why do humans insist on small talk if theyâll never see each other again? Most of these people are traveling and are transient, what is the point of commenting on the weather ifâ
âWould you stop!â Dean snaps. Several heads turn toward them. Ducking his head, Dean mutters a curse. Heâs been listening to Casâs bitching on the road trip for so long that itâs starting to knock around his head.Â
Cas frowns. âWhatâs wrong, Dean?â
âNothing.â He pushes his shoulder into Casâs. âLineâs movinâ.âÂ
Heâs exhausted. Which makes him feel all sorts of guilty, because whatever exhaustion he feels, Cas must feel it tenfold. Casâs grace fully depleted only a few weeks ago and the transition has been⌠less than pleasant for all involved. For Cas, it means feeling human like he never has before. He described the sensationsâtouch, smell, emotion, temperature, you name itâlike a thousand itches that he canât quite scratch. It makes him a grumpier bastard than usual.Â
Sam, as patient as he tried to be in the beginning, recently started losing his cool. Eileen had completely given up on the situation and wisely fucked off a few days into the whole process. When Claire called about the vamp nest she found in Nebraska, Dean couldnât get in the car fast enough.Â
Cas insisted on coming. Sam insisted on staying. And, wellâthat was that.Â
Dean snags a glance at Cas next to him in the line. Heâs squinting at the menu above the cashier. They found out he was near-sighted when he went full human, but he refuses to wear the prescription glasses Dean got him.Â
âWant me to read it to you?â Dean asks.
âNo,â Cas snaps.Â
Grinding his back teeth, Dean huffs out a sigh. Which, of course, Cas hears. His frown deepens into a glare.Â
Deanâs gonna hear about it later in the car. Something along the lines of Iâm so sorry my weaknesses are an inconvenience to you, Dean. Would you be more lenient with me if I was still an angel and could fight your battles for you? And no I wonât wear the glasses because Iâm a big angry baby in a trenchcoat that doesnât have any fucking clue how to manage his own emotions andâ
âWhat can I get you?â the barista asks sunnily.Â
Dean slams his credit card on the counter. âGot any liquor?â
The baristaâs smile goes a little crooked. âItâs eight in the morning.âÂ
âJustâa coffee. Big one,â Dean adds as she keys it into the computer. He turns to Cas. âWhat do you want?âÂ
Cas doesnât answer; heâs looking off to the right, a frown on his face. But not his usual pissed-off frown. A curious one.Â
Dean elbows him. âDude.âÂ
Cas blinks, coming back to Earth, turning to the expectant barista. âTea. Matcha, if you have it.âÂ
Dean regrets letting Sam introduce him to that one. Taking his credit card back from the barista, their bill paid, he and Cas step off to the side. Dean finally glances at whatever the hell was so interesting to capture Casâs attention.Â
Two women sit at a table, their eaten food just wrappers and crumby plates in front of them. Their hands are linked on the tabletop. Dean bristles; is Cas going to ask him why two women are holding hands? He canât be that out of touch with humanity. But no; itâs something else. One woman is smiling, the other isnât. Is that what caught Casâs attention?Â
Dean sighs through his nose, shaking his head at himself. Trying to figure out whatâs going on in Casâs head lately is like trying to solve a Rubik's cube.Â
He feels a little tug at his jacket pocket. Dean paws Casâs hand out of the way. âThe hell are you doing?âÂ
âI need your phone,â Cas says.
âWhat for?â
âI want to see how much longer until our destination.âÂ
âYou could just ask,â Dean shoots back.Â
Cas frowns. He goes for Deanâs pocket again.Â
âJesus, fine,â Dean mutters, pulling the phone out of his pocket and unlocking it. He shoves it into Casâs hands. (Cas had a phone, but he left it at a gas station a few hundred miles back. Deanâs not sure if he can fully blame Casâs inattention to detail on being a human.)
Dean folds his arms over his chest and looks at the women again. Theyâve stood up from the table, and the more upset-looking of the two has leaned against the other, who has her arms around her.Â
Cas is looking up at the women again, the Google maps app open on the screen forgotten.Â
âLarge dark roast and matcha latte!â someone calls from the counter.Â
Dean turns away from the women and Cas, scooping up their drinks. âWanna drink âem in the car or here?â he asks. He hopes that Cas will choose the latter, because the thought of hurtling down the highway in an enclosed space again is making Deanâs stomach turn.Â
Casâs blue eyes turn to Dean. âCan we drink them outside?â
Thereâs a small bench next to the entrance door. They park themselves there and sip at their drinks as people filter in and out of the door. The two women come out a few minutes later and go into a blue Prius a few spots away from the Impala.Â
âSomethinâ suspicious about them?â Dean asks. When Cas gives him a curious look, Dean juts his chin toward the women. âYouâre lookinâ at âem a lot.âÂ
Cas shakes his head. âNothing suspicious. Just⌠curiosity.âÂ
Dean clears his throat. Nods. âWell, Cas, in our society there occasionally comes a time where people feel romantic feelings toward each other, and they decide to express that throughââ
âNot that,â Cas snaps. He rolls his eyes at Deanâs cheeky grin. âIâm trying to understand human behavior more. Since Iâm⌠unfortunately part of your species, now.âÂ
âAll right, Jane Goodall, so whatâd you observe?âÂ
Cas takes a sip of his grassy drink. âThe blonde woman was upset. The brunette woman comforted her through touch. And it seemed to work.âÂ
âOkay,â Dean says slowly, âand why is that weird?â
Cas turns his gaze to Dean. âYouâre not comforted through touch. In fact, it makes you angrier.âÂ
Dean snorts, shifting uncomfortably. âI mean. Itâs not like I just want peopleâtouchinâ me all the time.âÂ
âEspecially not when youâre upset,â Cas adds.
âWell, yeah. Thatâs a pretty common thing.âÂ
Cas shakes his head. âNot necessarily. When Sam is upset, Eileen hugs him. And thatâs received well.âÂ
âYeah, âcause theyâre dating.âÂ
âSo touch is only welcomed when one is upset when theyâre romantically involved?âÂ
âWell.â Dean frowns at the steam rising from his coffee. âI mean, not always. Friends hug each other when one of themâs upset.âÂ
Cas cants his head to one side. âSo the two women could have been friends?âÂ
âIâm betting not,â Dean snorts. âFriends donât really hold hands. Not all the time.âÂ
âBut sometimes?â
âSure. Sometimes.âÂ
Cas nods, seeming to consider this. Dean takes a sip of coffee; then nearly spits it out again when a hand gently falls on top of his. He snatches his hand back and gapes at Casâs innocent gaze. âWhat the hell, dude?â
âYou said that friends sometimes hold hands.âÂ
âI meanâyou donât justââ Dean huffs out a frustrated sigh. âHugging is more in the friendship zone.âÂ
A line appears between Casâs eyebrows. âWe only hug when one of us is about to die.âÂ
AndâJesus. Okay. Dean has to blink hard a few times to find his center again from that one. âUm, yeah, I guess we do.âÂ
âSo if hugging is reserved only for mortal danger,â Cas continues, âand holding hands is too romanticâwhat else is there?â
Deanâs jaw works as he tries to figure out what to say. âIâyou justââ He throws up a hand. âI donât know, Cas! A pat on the shoulder? A friendly high five?âÂ
Casâs expression drops a bit. He frowns down at his tea, crestfallen.Â
Dean scrubs a hand down his face. Shit. The only thing worse than a grumpy ex-angel is a sad one.Â
He glances around them. No oneâs paying attention. The bench is by the door, but people are too focused on getting inside to eat, or making a beeline to their cars. Besides, heâs sitting so close to Cas on the bench, it wonât even be noticeable.Â
Dean sighs. He holds out his hand, palm up. When Cas just stares at it, Dean moves it closer with a frustrated noise. That seems to make Cas get the picture; with a small smile, he takes Deanâs hand. He even laces their fingers together, which does not make Dean shiver and feel like his nerves are on fire.Â
âOnly for a minute,â Dean says gruffly.Â
Cas nods. âOkay.âÂ
And they sit there, hands linked between them on the bench, as they finish their drinks.
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[And no, dear reader, it does not last a minute. In fact, it becomes Dean's new superpowerâhugging, holding, or letting Cas glomp onto him whenever Cas is even in a remotely bad mood. Sam and Eileen take notice, but don't comment, because Cas is finally a relaxed and happy human.]
#destiel#destiel fic#was going to make this longer but dean and cas had other ideas lol#here's... a silly thing?
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Video call
Sam Winchester x reader
Words: about 1.2k
Warnings: smut, brat Sammy
Author's note: Hi loves<3. So first day of this kinktober! So happy to share again my fics with you. Hope you enjoy it<3
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You haven't heard from the boys in two days, and you're starting to worry.
You get out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel when you hear the computer make a rhythmic, cheerful sound, and immediately with run to answer the video call.
You read your fiancĂŠ's name on the screen, and immediately a shiver of happiness runs down your spine, before a little voice in your head reminds you of what he and his older brother had gone through on the hunt they went on far from what you now call home. As soon as you answer, you see his handsome face reveal itself before you, with his usual infectious smile that he often only turns to you. His happy eyes immediately make you let out a sigh of relief, realizing that he is all right, though that doesn't stop you from taking a good look at him.
"Love, how are you?" he breaks the silence after a few seconds of you standing in silence watching each other. You smile and shake your head.
"I should be the one to ask how you're doing, you're the one who went on a suicide mission with Dean." He comments and Sam can't help but laugh at your words.
"Suicide mission seems exaggerated to me, we have done much worse things. This was a simple ghost, nothing out of the ordinary." He says as if he were talking about today's weather.
"To think that a few years ago ghosts were the strangest thing we encountered."
"Yeah, those were good times, other than demons, angels, God and Lucifer." Sam comments, shaking his head as he takes a good look at you.
"Did you just get out of the shower?" Your fiancĂŠ asks as he looks around for a second in the dingy motel room where he and Dean are staying. His brother has gone out for a drink at the bar, so Sam is sure that for some time he will certainly not be bothered by the elder Winchester.
"It's not nice to peek into the cleavage of a lady Sam Winchester, you know." You say as you purposely lean forward so that your breasts are even more visible, knowing that they are one of the few Sam's weak spots when it comes to you.
"Come on baby, all I've been doing for a week is thinking about you and all the unpronounceable things I would do to you if I had you here in my hands." He says whining.
"You are lucky then that just this morning I bought a little something for you. I've been waiting to show it to you when we meet again, but I might make an exception to the rule and show it to you." You say as you get up from the bed you were sitting on. "But you must promise me that you will close your eyes and wait."
"Scout's honor." Sam says bringing one hand to his chest, while with the other he slides the computer lower, thus managing to pull down the zipper of his jeans and over his boxers massaging the erection that was becoming more painful as the minutes passed.
After a few minutes you reappear in front of the screen in a sheer satin dress that reaches just below your ass, through which you can see everything. This perfectly wraps your breasts and also allows you to see the microscopic panties you are wearing. In his eyes you are always a godness, but in this moment, he swears he never believed this much in something supernatural, because for sure you are not human, an neither an angel or a siren, a new species, his and only his.
Sam lets out a sigh as he feels he might burst out at that same moment.
"God, help me." He whispers in an under voice.
"There is no one to help you Sammy boy, just you and me." You say sensuously, as you sit back on your heels, making your tits stick out even more prominently, pointing out your turgid nipples through the thin fabric to your boyfriend, who by now had pulled his dick out of his boxers and started gently massaging it, fearful that he might orgasm at any moment. On seeing this you cannot refrain from bringing your right hand down to your thin panties, the only barrier separating you from the most sensitive spot on your body. He begins to touch you gently as you see him close his eyes and rest his head against the wall behind him.
"Eyes on me Sammy." You incite him as you uncover your breasts with your left hand and begin to massage them, moaning with the pleasure this simple act brings you. But that is not enough and you know it. You will never cum as you do on his thick finger, on his sexy hands. You start to imagine that is his hand to touch you on you cunt, and in the exact moment you feel yourself closer than ever to the orgasm.
"We'll see if you're still this commanding when I get home honey." Sam says, moaning as his eyes fix on the movement of your hips, on your fingers as you chase a pleasure he knows you can't get to without him. He continues to look at you, chasing with you the same high you bith crave. The man then remains mesmerized by your tits that continue to move as if in a dance to the sound of your moans.
"Good, that's the way to move. I know you can't come except with my fingers anyway, don't you love?" He says in a sensual tone as you nod too caught up in the pleasure. "You are my little slut, you can't cum if I'm not the one that is making you cum." He continues. "Words, babe, I want words. I want to know what my voice is making you while you ride that preatty hands of yours thinking is mine."
You moan while your finger starts to go faster while you can't say a single word, your brain to lost to even comprend that anymoment Dean could come back. While you are loosing yourself, Sam start to stroke his cock even faster than before, reaching everytime somewhere closer to the pleasure he longs for. You hear his moans and you understand that he is cumming, so you start to touch you clit faster, feeling your pleasure near. In this moment, where you where on the peak, ready to fall in that sinful sensation, when he suddenly tells you to stop.
You open you eyes, closed for the pleasure you where feeling coming near your orgasm, and you see him looking like a god, while he still slowly stroke himself, glowing from his previous pleasure.
"You wanted to provoke me with the little thing you are wearing, now you don't get to cum sweetheart. You'll wait until I come home tomorrow, and I'll get to tear that dress on the floor. See you love, sleep well." He ends the calls like this, sending you a kiss while you are still there, unsatisfied and angry with him, but at the same time turned on for the things he will do tomorrow when you will be together again.
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Hi! Could you do an imagine where dean and sam have a younger sister and she has a nightmare and ends up sleeping between her brothers?
omg, sorry for the delay, I really was lacking creativity!!
You can make a request in the comments or by asking me a question!
(Please don't be shy to ask, I'm very happy when I have a request to write)
You can see the list of who I write about here
"The Monster Is Gone"
Pairing(s): Dean/Sam Winchester x Sister Reader
Gender: Angst, fluffy
Warnings: Nightmares, monsters, lots of blood and disturbing writing for more sensitive readers
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My childhood memories were never clear, only blurry images and meaningless phrases wandered through my mind when I tried hard to remember.
A part of me thanks my brain for not allowing me to remember, since I knew the images would be too disturbing for a budding teenager, but when Dad went hunting, disappeared and I had to be under the care of my older brothers during the hunts, everything changed.
I still remember when I had the first memory, it was after a hunt where a student came back from the dead seeking revenge. We were in the car, Dean was driving, and Sam was by his side, in silence while I was in the back seat, still processing the information of the case when the memory came. A blonde woman in pajamas ran through the hallways of a house with a child in her arms, who I soon realized was me.
Over the next few days, I began to dream about it, and as the dreams went on, the images became clearer. One day I realized it was nighttime, and the girl carrying me was wearing red pajamas. Two days later, I realized that the pajamas weren't red, they were white, but they were stained with blood. It was on that day that I started to avoid sleeping as much as possible, afraid of finding out whose blood was on her clothes.
That was 4 months ago, and during that time, each day that passed I saw a little more of that night, and now I knew that the woman was my mother, and the blood on her clothes was my father's, but the worst part was knowing that there was something following me and my mother.
I never told my brothers about this, I know they would be worried, and we have too many things to worry about, like ghosts and demons, and I didn't want to take their minds off work.
We were coming back from a hunt, Dean was driving, Sam was in the passenger seat sleeping, and I was in the back seat, trying my best to avoid falling asleep, but the book I had in my hands to keep me awake wasn't working, and little by little, I rested my head against the window, and fell asleep.
And there I was, crying in my mother's lap while she held me against her chest, with her body against the door, the thing that was chasing us walked calmly through the hallways, and slowly reached behind the door where we were. He knocked once. My mother put her hand over her mouth to keep from making noise. He knocked a second time. I could feel my mother's hands shaking. The third knock was so loud that my mother was pushed from the door, detaching me from her body. When we looked back, he was there.
He was tall, had no face, just a blood-stained mouth and sharp teeth. His fingers were long, and his nails were also stained with blood, just like the black suit he was wearing.
My mother, in an attempt to protect me, pushed me against the wall and covered me with her body, making a human shield. I could feel her tears wetting my pink pajamas as I heard her scream.
"NOT MY DAUGHTER, PLEASE! SHE'S JUST A CHILD"
In response, he let out a frightening laugh. In a few seconds, he pulled my mother and threw her to the floor, while she tried to fight, but the thing was strong and held her without effort. The next scene was the worst.
He opened his mouth, showing his huge teeth and then immediately struck her neck, making blood gush all over the room.
I watched that scene, cowering and scared in the corner of the room while I screamed, begging him to let my mother go, but that must have made him feel even hungrier for her, since he raised his long arm and struck her belly, cutting her skin with his sharp nails.
At that moment, I looked at my mother, who was staring at me with her lifeless eyes, wet with tears of pain.
"Y/N! Y/N, wake up!" I heard a voice call out
"Wake up! You need to wake up!" Again, and this time, louder.
At that moment I woke up. Sweaty, with irregular breathing and a dry throat. I looked ahead and saw Dean and Sam looking at me. We were stopped on a dark road.
"Is everything okay?" Dean asks, meanwhile, Sam opens the car door and gets out, opening the back one and getting in, sitting next to me.
"Okay, sure." I answer nervously, trying to compose myself.
"It didn't seem okay while you were screaming," Sam says, handing me a bottle of water, which I gladly accept.
"It was just a dream, I'm fine." I try to convince them, but by their faces, it hadn't worked.
"If it was just a dream, I'm even afraid to know your nightmares," Dean says and starts driving again.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam whispers in my ear, and I try to hold back the tears, while I just nod my head in agreement.
"There's a motel a few minutes from here, we'll spend the night there," Dean says and continues down the road.
It doesn't take long until we arrive at the motel. It was a classic roadside motel, but it was enough.
Dean and Sam get a single room for the two of them, and one for me.
I didn't plan on sleeping that night, so when the boys went to their rooms, I grabbed some snacks from a vending machine and went to my room, turning on the TV to a channel that was showing a series, with the intention of distracting myself from the memories.
I manage not to think about my dreams for 2 or 3 hours, but at one point, sleep begins to set in, and little by little my eyes close, but I always realize that I am about to fall asleep, and I wake up with a jolt. I turn off the television and go to the bathroom.
I take off the clothes I was wearing and get in the shower. The hot water hits the tense muscles in my shoulders and relaxes them in a few seconds. I close my eyes and throw my head back, wetting my hair and face. I massage my scalp with the intention of relaxing, but I quickly tense up when I feel a sudden cold, despite the hot water.
I step out of the shower and dry my eyes with my hands, and when I look at the curtain, I can see the shadow of something behind it. Something very similar to the Being from my memories.
With my heart racing and my breathing irregular, I open the curtain in a quick movement, but relax when I find nothing on the other side.
I turn off the shower, still confused and scared by what happened before, and put on some warm pajamas.
I think about lying back down on the bed and watching the series again, but I look at the bedside table and see the spare key to my brothers' room that Sam gave me in case of an emergency.
Without thinking much, I grab the key and go to the next room, unlocking it slowly, not wanting to alarm the boys.
I open the door and close it behind me, when I turn around, I see Sam, still awake, sitting on the couch that was in the room with a book in his hand.
"Hi, did something happen?" He says quietly and puts the book aside, coming to me.
"I'm scared." My eyes fill with tears and I hug him. I feel his big arms holding me tightly, bringing me closer to his chest.
"It's okay, little one. I'm here." He kisses the top of my head as I sob against his soft shirt.
"Come, lie down with us." He pulls away and goes to the bed.
"Dean, go over there." He pokes Dean's shoulder, making him wake up half-dazed and ready to curse his brother, but stops when he sees me crying next to the bed.
Dean pulls away and I lay down next to him, Sam laying down next to me, making me be between the two of them.
"You're safe with us," Dean whispers, going back to sleep.
"You don't have to tell me what you're afraid of, but know that I'm here for you when you're ready to tell me," Sam whispers behind me.
"I'm having dreams. Actually, they're not dreams, they're memories from my childhood, before Dad adopted me. In these memories, a monster or whatever it was killed my father and mother, right in front of me."
"You don't have to be afraid. Dad told us about this story. He came when the monster was on top of your mother and killed it before it had a chance to hurt you. Sleep, and don't worry about your dreams, the monster is gone, it's dead, and your brothers are here to protect you from anything."
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Movie Nights Headcanons With BF!Dean
⨠Dean Winchester x fellowhunter!Reader â¨
Minors! Get out of here! Please and thank you!
COOOOONTENT: definitely 18+ (a tiddly bit of spice) but very cute
A/N: readerâs supposed to be cis/fem BUUUT headcanons only mention âgirlâ a few times? Iâm working on my spicy gender neutral skills Iâll get there I swear
Oh also!!! I made my own icons, super proud đ
And please! Feel free to leave notes! They literally make my day!
Anyway, letâs get this party started!
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-movie nights at the bunker are few and far between, because, you know, hunting is exhausting
-however, when they do happen, theyâre the best thing in the whole wide world
-let me explain
-once you started dating Dean and moved into the bunker, some changes had to be made
-you had gotten a cute sofa for the Dean cave, somewhere for the both of you to sit because all that had been in there before you moved in was two dingy chairs
-at first Dean had protested in the sofa saying that it was âtoo girlyâ
-but you know how dads are with the pet that they never wanted??
-thatâs Dean and the sofa
-so once you guys get comfy with your favorite snacks and drinks, you snuggled up sitting crisscross in the corner
-heâll lay with his head in your lap, letting his bow legs rest on the opposite arm rest.
-he really loves laying on your thighs. This can be taken as you want it to.
-they really are his favorite pillows
-theyâre just so squishyyy
-anyway
-he loves when you play with his short hair. Itâs really comforting to him, and he really enjoys it
-this may or may not come from his love of you pulling it when heâs being a munch
-rom coms are his guilty pleasure. Heâs a sucker for Rambo and Top Gun. Also Back To The Future. Ofc he likes his horror movies too. Wonât make you watch anything you are uncomfortable with.
-might try to grumble when you pick, but if you give him some puppy dog eyes heâll shut up real quick
-heâs sugar sweet when heâs sleepy. No more defenses or cool guy wit, just Dean saying a lot of I love yous and being the fluffiest biggest stuffed animal of a man
-tends to fall asleep in your lap
-if he doesnât fall asleep heâs always chatting with you about literally whatever shows up in his pretty little head or talking to the movie
-âwho fumbles reese witherspoon?â said with full indignation (about legally blonde)
-âI think my man Freddie is blindâ (about Lainey in sheâs all that)
-itâs super cute, especially if itâs after heâs grumbled about watching the movie heâs commenting about
-now (nsfw ahead)
-the thing is
-sometimes this dude wants to watch a movie, but he also wants a specific kind of snack
-yk, one thatâs typically⌠white and sticky? And no Iâm not talking about sticky rice
-so if youâre wearing only one of his shirts and your underwear
-and heâs in a mood
-uhhh letâs just say he really gets the munchies
-his legsâll fall off of the sofa and magically his assâll land on top of them
-and oh em gee suddenly heâll be eating that pussy like he didnât just take down a whole bowl of popcorn
-and let me tell you, your hands arenât ever gonna even bother leaving that hair, cause youâre gonna need to hooooold tight
-other times itâs a little different
-maybe youâre being needy while you both want to watch the movie
-so heâll sit up, take down his pants just a little bit, move your underwear to the side and just sit you there. Keeping his cock nice and warm until the credits.
-cause you wouldnât wanna be a bad girl (cue jojo siwa) and move on him!
-but sometimes you just canât help itâŚ
-so heâll sigh heavily and pause the tv lethargically with great dramatics
-and then heâll rail you within an inch of your life, as he does (has to make sure his girl is sated and then some đ¤ đ)
-and hit play like nothing happened, keeping you sat right where you were
-honestly itâs a great time
-oh, also, blankets
-he loves blankets
-itâs his guilty pleasure, he buys them whenever he has some extra (stolen) cash and isnât with his brother or Cas
-cause obviously they canât know about his âgirlyâ habits
-but he has so many. Some of them have flannel prints, thereâs one with a bunch of Patrick Swayzes, one for every season, fluffy ones, scratchy ones, hand crocheted ones (major brownie points if you can somehow make him one)
-oh and back to snacks
-listen. You can tell him all about how much of a good idea it would be to eat healthy. Bring up all the stats and one of Samâs famous guilt trips too.
-but all it takes is a pout with those sparkly, gorgeous, mountain-ass green eyes
-and all of a sudden youâre baking brownies together, just because you actually have a second to do normal couple things
-and anyway, brownie batter kisses?? Worth it.
-oh
-and itâs not just movies, sometimes itâs shows
-and I mention this because sometimes those shows are the wiggles. And you know why theyâre the wiggles? Cause you twoâll sometimes sneak just a little bit of fun time grass into the brownies
-and the wiggles is just too much fun to watch when youâre uh⌠seeing sounds and hearing colors
-oh and also giggly high fun time sometimes ensues (WITH THE WIGGLES TURNED O F F you are NOT that blasphemous) (I hope)
-another one of the shows you get him to watch is Gilmore girls.
-he got hooked for three reasons:
1. he loves Luke (and no we donât know if he loves him or LOVES him) oh and Kirk. He wants to be best friends with Kirk.
2. heâs a sucker for fall vibes. Including pumpkin spice and Halloween, apple cider and ofc his flannels- so naturally stars hollow visually floats his boat
3. he thinks itâs hilarious that some dude named Dean looks exactly like Sam ( đ)
-oh and bonus- heâs really just a messy bitch who loves the drama and wants Lorelei to be happy
-ofc you two donât watch your shows as much, movies take priority, but when you do you binge them. Cause who knows when the next time youâll have time to see them is
-stupid supernatural warfare
-oh and he will always convince you to make a pie with him (NOT the sexual kind) (âŚsometimes the sexual kind) (đ¤¤)
-sometimes youâll host family movie nights, have Sam and Charlie and Cas and whoever else is hanging out around the bunker come
-most of the time a movie doesnât even get chosen but thatâs okay cause itâs still fun
-anyway, Dean is a cutie patootie sweetie sugar pie
-oh, and a munch
-I rest my case
-yeah thatâs basically it
If you have any ideas for headcanons, send a request! My box is always open!
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The RV careens out of the trailer park and hits the open road with what pretty much amounts to âall speed, no grace.â The turn Steve makes is, quite frankly, abysmal; heâs sure that if his driving instructor could see him now, the poor man would be weeping in distress.
Yet his passengers erupt into cheers as they pass the Leaving Hawkins sign, like heâs pulled some kind of James Bond move.
And, for all his insistence on being the absolute antithesis to so-called âjock cultureâ, Eddie rushes over to the driverâs seat, starts squeezing Steveâs shoulder with decidedly jock-like exuberance.
âHoly shit, holy shit, that was so fucking cool, Harrington.â
Oh, heâs definitely broken through the depression stage of the âfinding out thereâs an alternate dimension in Hawkinsâ journeyâlanding firmly in the fuck it, might as well have some fun stage.
Steve could tell theyâd reached that point even before the goddamn âbig boyâ comment, when Eddie had taken one look at the Michael Myers mask, looked Max dead in the eye and said, âThis is gonna be. So fuckinâ stupid. Letâs do it.â
Steve goes through a few seconds more of having his shoulder pummelled before saying, âDude, youâre doing a shitty job at being undercover, stay down.â
âLike, do you have any idea,â Eddie says breathily, as if Steve hasnât spoken, âjust how perfect that was? That was, God, a childhood dream fullyââ
âYou dreamed of stealing an RV?â Steve says dubiously.
âNot in such crude literal terms, no. Câmon, Harrington, you mustâve had an imagination onceââ
âHey!â
ââdidnât you ever dream of, like, daring escapes, pulling the sword outta the stone, all that shit?â
Steve thinks about it. âI mean,â he says, âwhen I was a kid, I just kinda⌠climbed trees and stuff.â
Eddie sighs as if he canât decide whether Steveâs done something especially annoying or endearing. âOf course you did.â
They reach a stop sign and Eddie finally flops into the passenger seat, facing Steve like heâs sitting side saddle on a horse.
âSo,â Steve says, âI take a right after this, yeah?â
âMm-hmm, well remembered, Mr Getaway Driver.â
Steve scoffs, glances overâfinds Eddie framing him with his index finger and thumb, like a director trying to capture the perfect shot.
âJames Dean,â Eddie says authoritatively, dropping his hands.
âWhat?â
âWas tryinâ to figure it out, your whole look, you know? Very Rebel Without a Cause.â
âOkay,â Steve says, âbut I have a cause, we all do.â
Eddie just blinks at him, and Steve chuckles.
âYou, idiot.â
âOh.â
Steve has a moment to appreciate the way Eddieâs eyes go all soft and maybe just a little shiny, before he has to set off again. He takes the right turning.
âWe should watch it,â Eddie says eventually. âHell, Iâll take any movie. Just gimme, like, two hours of not having to think.â
âTell me about it.â
Steveâs sure heâll never complain about double VHS tapes ever again. Then a thought occurs to him.
âShit.â He calls to the back. âRob?â
âYeah?â
âYâknow when we left Family Video, did we even lock up?â
âYes,â Robin says followed immediately by, âNo?â
Steve snorts. âGod, weâre so fired.â
He hears Robin making her way up to the front, then Eddie saying, âOof, Buckley, that was right in the ribs.â
âWhy the sudden concern about our jobs, dingus?â
âIâm not concerned, I just got reminded ofâEddie was mentioningââ
ââRebel Without a Cause,â Eddie finishes.
âOh, Steve, I know youâve seen it, I put it on last week!â
âUh, maybe I was preoccupied doing, I dunno, my job.â
âItâs the one withââ
âJames Dean,â Eddie cuts in.
âYeah, I gathered, thanks,â Steve says sarcastically, but he canât help smiling as he does so.
ââand itâs, you know,â Robin goes on, âtroubled kid moves to a new town, andââ
âAw,â Steve says, âyou think Iâm troubled, Munson?â
âItâs all in the eyes, Harrington. Such depths.â
âRight?â Robin says, and sheâs laughing, tongue-in-cheek, âIâve always said so.â
âYou ever considered wearing a leather jacket?â
Steve laughs, too. âTell ya what, Eddie, why donât I just wear all your clothes?â
âWell, we know denim suits you.â
âIf only you saw his last car-stealing outfit, Eddie.â
Steve sighs. âRobin, shut it.â
âExcuse me,â Eddie says, âdâyou have form, Harrington? Grand theft auto form?â
âLiterally once. Crazy circumstances.â Rest in peace, Todfather. âIt was a Cadillac.â
âA Cadillac.â Eddie sighs dreamily. âDo you have any photos?â
âUh, no, I was kinda busy.â
âI shall mourn the loss.â
âTake the next left here,â Nancy calls, which Steve is grateful forâthe directions had gone completely out of his head.
âWheeler, come up to the front,â Eddie says, âitâs a party.â
She must do, because her voice sounds much closer when she says, âShit, I think I forgot to lock up, too.â
âDonât worry,â Steve says, âno-oneâs gonna ransack The Weekly Streak.â
Another stop signâSteve looks over, smirks at how Eddie has ended up squished between Nancy and Robin, all of them sharing the one seat.
âThey better not.â To Eddie, Nancy adds, âI think I gave your uncle the impression that Iâm doing a big piece on you. Like, testimonials for an innocent man, stuff like that.â
For a flicker of a second, Eddie looks nauseated at the thoughtâSteve spots the shift, the decision to make a joke about it.
âWell, Wheeler, you better make me sound good.â
âOh, I was going more for journalistic integrity.â
âHey.â
Steve hears a couple of thumps behind him; without even glancing in the mirror, he says, âSit your asses down, shitheads, donât make me turn this thing around.â
âDonât make me turn this thing around!â Lucas parrots.
Max scoffs playfully: âNineteen going on forty.â
âEddie was standing before!â Erica points out.
Steve rolls his eyes. âYeah, well, Eddieâs a law unto himself. Look, just sit down and, like, make a list or something, Iâll stop off for food after weâveââ
Dustin laughs. âYou really are forty.â
âUh-huh, one more wisecrack and youâre not getting any chocolate pudding.â
Steveâs hamming it up, he knows he isâsmiles to himself as he hears a quartet of giggles.
âCan you believe they used to think I was cool?â he says.
âI dunno, Harrington,â Eddie says warmly, âat least one of them doth protest too much.â
Nancy stands in search of a pen, Robin following, insisting to Dustin that, âWeâre getting one of those camp stoves, if I donât eat something hot soon, Iâm gonna die.â
âYeah,â Steve says. Maybe itâs because theyâll soon be arriving at The War Zone; his levity slips just a little when he says, âItâs probably, like, a proximity thing. Hendersonâll have a scientific term for it.â
Eddie chuckles. âWhat, the Steve Harrington effect?â
Steve shrugs. âYou get too close, the shine wears off eventually.â
He doesnât realise until heâs said it that the joking, perhaps, has stopped somewhere along the way.
âHuh,â Eddie says. âIâm no scientist, but that doesnât sound like the Steve Harrington effect to me.â
âNo?â Steve says.
He can see the parking lot in the distance, and he gestures for Eddie to duck.
âNope,â Eddie says. Steve can hear him moving, crouching to hide behind the driverâs seat.
He parks and everyoneâs abruptly all business, deciding whoâs staying in the RV, whoâs going into The War Zone.
Steve hates it, has a sudden intense longing to keep talking about movies, to just be stupid.
And maybe Eddie can tell, because just before Steve heads out, he catches his eye, smiles.
âHey, donât worry, Harrington,â he says with a tiny, fleeting wink. âYouâre still my leading man.â
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capri. i have a request for carmy
(jokingly) sulking and moping when someone else gets the slightest bit of attention
he jealous boi when u give anybody else attention how dare u >:(
xoxo thank u mwah -đ
Mousey? Mousey mouse đ? Are you out there?? Oh Mooouseee đ§đ§đ§!!! Iâm so sorry this has rotted away in my inbox forever! I love this concept, excuse the formatting as Iâm on my iPad (ya girl still doesnât have a laptop but Iâm working on that) I hope you enjoy either way! Xoxoxo As always if you enjoy pls like/comment/reblog, requests are open but no laptop rn so they will be shorter like this đĽšâŁď¸
Warnings for BTC: smoking, swearing, pouty Carmy, no use of y/n, kinda short (sorry itâs hard to do this on an iPad im trying to get a new laptop this week đđ˘)
I can totally see this happening when youâre invited for family dinner. Like, okay so in my mind youâve been really busy with school/work/the usual boring adult things - but you finally have an evening off, and Carmy decides to invite you to come hang out with the crew and him since he loves showing you off, (letâs be real once Carmy has his one, heâs never gonna stop yapping abt you to everyone in his vicinity)
As soon as you get there everyone is gushing about your promotion at work or the fact that you made it onto the deans list because Carmy is constantly boasting about you. Marcus would pull you aside to have you taste a new dessert heâd been working on, Syd would ask you about the outfit you were wearing and talk about the next time you two would go thrifting together.
Carmy would hang around you the whole time, like a little lost puppy. You didnât really notice, as you were too busy being treated like a guest of honor. Ebra would proudly show you his new system for making the window work faster, and Tina would proudly show you her new set of knives. You would finally notice that Carmy had been looming about when Richie pulled you to the dining room and after a few minutes of yapping about the new seating design he goes
âYo- cus, arenât you on family today?â
This causes you to turn around, âoh! Hey baby!â Youâd say happily, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Heâd scoff, the tiniest hint of a pout on his lips and a scowl to his brow âabout fuckinâ time. Hey- nice to see you, am I chopped fuckin liver?â he asked, in that winey way he took on when he was broody and pouty.
âOh Bear- stop the sour attitude, letâs go have a cigarette mm?â You tug him by the hand, back through the kitchen where he of course obediently followed your lead (he always did) You wave off the crew like gnats as you made your way through while they ask you questions.
âGoing for a cigarette donât bother us.â You ordered as you nudged the door open with your hip, tugging him outside with you. You gently pushed him against the door and brought your lips to his, planting an open mouth loving kiss on him as you rub gentle soothing circles into the white fabric of his T-shirt over his pecs.
When you pulled away his cheeks were pink and flush, he was a bit breathless, and his lips were kiss bitten. Of course he was speechless so you started,
âWhen you talk me up like the fucking queen is coming here for dinner and not just your girl, it causes for people to wonder if Iâm really as spectacular as you talk me up to be, Bear. If you want us to be left alone while Iâm here you gotta make me sound boringâ you smirk a bit and he huffs a laugh, shaking his head and digging his pack of cigarettes from his jeans and patting them in the palm of his hand a few times before taking one out and popping it between his lips.
You flicked his lighter to life with your manicured thumb, lighting it for him and he took a deep drag before popping it between his fingers and pulling you to his chest with a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You nuzzled your face in his chest, closing your eyes for a moment and breathing in the scent of bergamot, honeyed tobacco, and oud of his cologne that stuck to his skin, along with the thick smell of original American spirits.
One of the things you loved most about Carmy was his affinity for being groomed and smelling nice. And even more so since he met you, he had started going with you and getting the male pedicure and manicure at the salon when you went so his hands and feet were always well taken care of. He also loved cologne collecting, and of course vintage thrifting.
Youâd had many dates to thrift stores, as well as middle eastern cologne & perfume stores, which Carmy had introduced you to. He told you while living in Copenhagen he worked with a Palestinian man who always smelt absolutely amazing, and he asked him what cologne he used and he explained in the Middle East they use cologne oils since it lasts longer.
He had since gotten you on middle eastern perfumes and no matter where you went, you got the questions of what you were wearing - whether it be because of your amazing outfit Carmy helped you put together, or how incredible you smelt.
âGimme someâ you said gently, lifting your face and puckering your lips. He took a long drag before bringing his lips to yours, exhaling the smoke into your mouth as he gave you a slow sensual kiss. You inhale graciously, eyes fluttering shut and tilting your head back to exhale once he pulled away.
âSo whatâs fâdinner tonight, chef?â You asked and he smiled a bit, clearing his throat before saying
âVenison loin, with charred juniper cream gravy, plum compote, and twice baked smashed potatoesâ
Dc: @mouseymilkovich ily Iâm sorry it was so short itâs hard to type on my iPad and format it đĽ˛
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Cherry Pie Kiss
Slice Three
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: You're cornered and chased by Bartholomew's minions. Separated from Sam and Cas, you and Dean make a run for it. Lust finds you both when you're finally safe. Dean rocks your world.
Words: 3.4k
A/N: This is smutty part 3 of what's now looking like a longer series since I've settled on a cute, fluffy and smutty part 4. At this point I don't think I'll ever be sated in my need for this man but Im so not sorry about it đ
I do hope you enjoy part 3. If you haven't read parts 1 and 2 check out the Cherry Pie Kiss Masterlist. As always, I value your comments and feedback. Drop a dime and let me know what you think.
Warnings: Smut. Canon-typical action/adventure. Running for your lives. Bit of angst.
*** 18+ Minors Do Not Read or Interact ***
Dean Winchester. You hate him. His stubbornness and stoic grace. His tenacity and faith that, no matter what, you guys will get it done if you stick together. The way his eyes pierce you down to your soul when he stares. At least thatâs what you try to tell yourself, hoping that others will believe it too. Truth is, youâre just as stubborn as he is, holding onto this façade when hatred is so far from what you feel.
Dean sits behind Babyâs wheel, having stormed away from the GasânâSip in frustration. His eyes follow your every move and your body language as you and Sam try to convince Cas, for the umpteenth time, to come with you. Dean had taken it personally when Cas had refused, and after several attempts at reasoning, bargaining, and begging, Dean had given up, choosing to sit out any further attempts at persuasion.
You look over at the black Impala with its radiant chrome and glossy darkness. The man inside looks away out to road not wanting the hurt, so plain on his face, to be seen.
âIâll be back in a sec,â you say to Sam, touching his forearm gently as he continues to reason with the fallen Angel.
You feel compelled to at least try to comfort Dean. Since you two had talked that night in the dingy room-only motel out in Crocker, you had maintained a stable yet strained connection. You had still been pissed at him for using you and Sam as bait so you had sent him back to his room with another kiss and the promise of âwhen Iâm readyâ. Since then, you two had never been alone for more than a few minutes; there was always Sam, or witnesses, or monsters.
Deanâs head snaps your way when you pull the door open, his face schooled into that smooth mask he wears when heâs hurt but unwilling to be vulnerable. Casâs decision has really hit him hard.
Sliding in the passenger side, you angle yourself towards him and reach to take one of his hands which is picking at the fingernails of his other. Ordinarily, you wouldnât risk such a gesture but with Sam a couple of hundred meters away and the height of the dash to obscure it, youâre not worried.
Dean allows the contact, his head hanging. âCas made his choice.â His voice is low and gravelly with emotion.
âDoesnât mean he canât change his mind.â You reason, trying not to throw fuel on the fire.
âHe knows where I am if he does.â He states, matter of fact. âIâm not wasting another breath on him.â
âHeâs your best friend.â
âYouâre my best friend.â Dean looks at you and squeezes your hand which is entwined with his, resting on his thigh. âYou and Sam.â
âIâm just some girl you want to fuck.â You chuckle, and Deans lips quirk a subtle smirk briefly before he replies.
The words donât come out, however. Dean catches movement at the side of the GasâNâSip, and he drops your hand to turn over the engine, thrusting the heel of his other hand on Babyâs horn as he does so.
Sam and Cas look in your direction and then see the four figures walking quickly and with purpose, coming between them and the Impala. Shit! Angels. Bartholomewâs minions, no doubt. How have they found you again?
âSon of a bitch!â Dean hisses, cranking the car into drive, kicking up stones in the gravel lot as the wheels spin, gaining traction to take you to Sam and Cas.
You fumble your seatbelt, sliding on the seat and right into Dean with a grunt as he swerves to avoid a blacked-out Escalade that grinds to a halt between you and your friends.
Sam and Cas are already on the move, running fast towards the gold Lincoln pimpmobile Cas had somehow acquired, Sam waving Dean off as they scramble into the car and peel out of the lot before the Angels could reach them. You, however, are stuck. With the Escalade and four fallen angels between you and the lot exit, Dean turns the wheel, locking it out and put his foot on the gas, spinning the car around with an horrific noise from the tyres. At the back of the lot is a chainlink fence with a gate that leads to a dirt road which split in two, one branch heading to the highway, the other into scrubland that precedes a dense-looking woodland. You can lose them in the trees.
Dean winces as he ploughs baby through the chainlink gate, lamenting the damage that is sure to be done, and turns the car towards the highway.
âWe can lose them in the trees,â you cry, point to the woods.
âBaby doesnât have the ground clearance for it,â Dean says roughly, manoeuvring the car through a side-on skid with the heel of his hand on the wheel and his other hand gripping the side of the seat to stop himself from sliding as the car spins. Once straight, he slams his food on the gas and burns rubber onto the tarmac, heading in the opposite direction to Sam and Cas.
You know heâs right about the car. The Escalade is 4x4 and sits high which gives it the advantage off road in the woods when the trail inevitably turns to a glorified hiking path. Youâre not even sure the highway is a much better option given that Baby is an older, classic car, but you know Dean keeps her in tip-top shape and sheâs got a lot of power under her hood. That being said, the Escalade could be seen in the rearview, weaving through traffic to catch up to you.
The shrill ring of your phone makes you jump as you try to focus on the road and on whatâs behind. You need to be a second set of eyes for Dean while heâs pushing Baby to create some distance from the Escalade.
âHey, Sam!â You sigh with relief, reading his name on your display, putting him on speaker.
âThis is Castiel,â the former Angelâs flat tone carries from the phone. âSam is driving. He said Iâm too slow.â
You grin big. Thatâs a classic Winchester brother thing to do. From the corner of your eye you see Dean smirk.
âJust tell them weâre headed west and havenât been followed.â Sam sighed with mild frustration.
âDamn itâs good to hear your voice, Sammy!â Dean spoke loudly in that extra deep tone he uses when he is running on adrenalin. You know he left Cas out because he is still hurt, but you also know heâs glad Cas is safe too.
âWeâre headed in the opposite direction,â you explain. âThe vehicle followed us and weâre trying to shake them but theyâre keeping up.â
âPretty soon weâll run out of traffic, and on the open road weâll never lose them.â Dean frowns as he hunts in the rearview for your pursuers.
âMaybe you can head into the wilderness, hole up and set traps.â Sam offers. âWe can turn around and try to catch up.â
âNo!â Dean snaps. âYouâre both safe. I want you to stay that way. Get someplace and lay low. Weâll get this done and Iâll call you, ok?â
âDeanâŚâ Cas begins to speak but Dean is having none of it.
âI said No! Okay? For once, just do what I say. Weâve got this.â
You hang up the phone without waiting for a response. You can see how worked up Dean is, his brain running overtime as he tries to figure out a plan while heâs trying to evade Bartholomewâs lackies on a road full of other cars.
The satellite map on your phone shows a complex set of junctions several miles up ahead where this road meets and crosses with two interstates, branching off in multiple places to service a small city surrounded by a cluster of smaller towns. It looks promising and Dean agrees.
The junction of the roads has raised on and off ramps that weave in and around the support structures of the main interstate, with frontage roads servicing the branches at intervals. Traffic is heavy and Dean follows a newer model black Cady onto the interstate by one of the on-ramps, only to cut across the lanes harshly and slip onto a skewed off-ramp, hoping the Escalade will follow the newer Cady. Slowing down at the end of the off-ramp, he turns to take the frontage road in the opposite direction, heading slowly up the on-ramp for the interstate carriage way going back in the direction from which you had come, so as not to rejoin too soon and be spotted on the other side.
You check all around as soon as you crest the on-ramp back onto the road, praying you donât see the black government-style vehicle. Dean doesnât wait to find out, he puts his foot down and puts a few eighteen wheelers between you and whatever is behind you.
âI think weâre clear,â you say after about fifteen minutes of hypervigilance.
âDonât jinx it, sweetheart.â Dean keeps his eyes on the road, the wheel clasped in two white-knuckled fists.
Switching from the interstate to a smaller road and then to another road but still taking you away from where Sam and Cas had headed, Dean starts to relax. He chances a look at you, to find you looking right back. The tension in his neck and jaw havenât melted away yet but he doesnât have that hard look of focused fury that he usually does when in fight or flight mode. He doesnât say anything and neither do you, but the glances between you become more frequent as though youâre both checking on each other to make sure the other is okay, needing to visually check each time.
A sign by the side of the road identifies the beautiful landscape to your left as Black Water Natural Forest, and with the sun beginning to set behind the mountains in the distance, it seems a good place to wait out the sunset. You point to the sign and Deans nods. He doesnât argue, knowing you need a place to park-up off road away from prying eyes to get your bearings and make a plan to meet up with your friends.
As the road gets narrower and the trees get more dense, Dean slows the car, casting furtive glances at you. Itâs making your skin burn, the way he looks at you now, with that hunger in his eyes. You feel it too. Weeks of tension built between you, and todays threat to your lives now culminating in a deep need for some kind of release. You lick your lips, breathing shallow and quick as you try to regain your composure, but Dean isnât doing much better. You look at him fully and he all but moans when he sees the look in your eye.
A turn off presents itself that leads to a small muddy lot where hikers can park their cars when they venture out into the forest. Dean brings Baby to a stop so hard your seatbelt catches you, then he yanks it into park and fumbles for the seal lever. You unclip your belt as the front seat slides back fully and he reaches for you, helping you straddle his lap.
You waste no time, kissing him fervently as you unbutton your shirt while he tries to push it from your shoulders before itâs open. Breaths are gasps released between kisses, tongues touching, tasting and tempting more passion, and you succumb to the frenzy of heat thatâs born of your need to feel something other than fear. Your need to feel him.
Youâre both a mess of fumbling hands and sloppy kisses as clothes are shucked and skin exposed. You try to stand, your legs either side of his as you unbutton your jeans and he unclasps his belt.
The loud sound of the Impalaâs horn echoes out amongst the trees, startling birds so they take wing and both of you into stillness and silence.
Dean looks at you with panic but then grins and laughs, reaching to tug your jeans down your legs until theyâre bunched up around your boots.
Itâs awkward but you can still straddle him like this and, as you kneel back onto the black leather seat, he lifts his hips to grind himself impatiently against you. The desperation in your eyes is matched by the eagerness in his. He is rapt, eyes absorbing the sights and sounds of your body and of your pleasure as you grind yourself against him. Your slicked pussy drenching his cock as you slide yourself along his length but deny him entry just when his tip catches at your entrance.
Dean fondles your breasts, trailing open-mouthed kisses across your skin until he reaches your hardening peaks. His kisses become more suckling then, nibbling them and flicking them firmly with his tongue until youâre almost shaking above him.
âYou ready for me?â You ask, breathless.
âSweetheart,â he treats you to his classic sultry smirk, âIâve been ready for you since you moved in.â
You grin, knowing heâs been jonesing for you for that long. Truth be told, youâd wanted him for longer but the hate you made yourself feel for him was an adequate distraction from it.
Biting your lip, you reach between you, taking his wet shaft in hand and positioning it at your entrance. Your eyes meet as you begin to skink down on him, inching down in a shallow rocking motion with Dean stroking your hips and waist as you work at it. He resists the urge to thrust up into you at first, allowing you to get accustomed to him.
When you bottom him out, he presses down on your hips firmly, lifting his just enough to give you a deep pleasurable pressure that has you groaning and your eyes rolling back.
You are tight despite being very wet, and the way you squeeze him has him twitching heavily against your walls.
âFuckâŚâ he groans as you begin to move, leaning back slightly so he hits all the right spots inside you.
âIâm not going to last long,â you laugh breathily.
âNo problem,â Dean says, his hands gripping your hips hard, helping you ride him a little faster now. âWeâll get you for two.â
He doesnât even have to reach down to stroke your clit, you come all by yourself, grinding on him with a sexy roll of your hips he knows should be good for you, your clit rubbing against his soft hair. He can feel you spasming and clenching around him and it feels like heaven, even better than warm cherry pie hitting his taste buds.
âYou feel freaking amazing.â He growls, pulling you forward to suckle on the delicate skin of your neck.
âRight back atâcha,â you sigh against pleasure.
He rolls you to the side, and lays you on your back on the seat, still buried in you to the hilt. Looking down at your heated face, your skin glowing from your orgasm, Dean thinks you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, with a possible exception of Baby. Okay, youâre the most beautiful living thing heâs ever seen.
Looking up at Dean, his brow creased in concentration, his eyes dark with lust, you donât think you have ever been turned on by anyone as much as this man. Damn, heâs hot! Riding the adrenaline of the chase, you had been desperate for an outlet. Now that is out of your mind, you lose yourself in the man between your thighs, youâre focused solely on the feeling of him buried deep, and the rising tide of pleasure. The windows steam up as you grind and roll your bodies together, and you think you might combust from the heat of him.
When he meets and holds your gaze, your heart almost stops. There you see more than just lust, more than just the passion between you. Itâs deep and hidden, secret almost, and it surfaces as affection that softens his eyes. You reach up to stroke his face as his grinding hips keep their measured pace and he leans into your touch, kissing the palm of your hand, closing his eyes with a tender sigh.
His vulnerability in that moment lances electricity to your core and you spasm powerfully around him. His eyes flash open and he sees youâre close again but he doesnât grin cockily like he might have done earlier, instead he leans down to kiss you, leaning his forehead on yours as you grip the back of his neck and look into his gorgeous eyes. With your other hand on his hip, sliding round to his ass you guide the speed and depth of his thrusts and you roll your hips to meet his.
As you guide him to slow down he thinks heâll lose the pleasure heâs cultivated so far but he can now feel more of you and itâs more intense because itâs slow and prolonged. He almost laughs at how it changes everything and he gasps with surprise when he starts to feel his orgasm coming. He knows he needs to pull out but you hold him on place with your hands and your heels.
âGive me everything,â you moan as you feel him swell. âI need to feel you, nice and deep.â
Dean groans with pleasure watching your eyes sparkle with heat for him.
âI want it,â you almost beg. âWant you.â
He nods, biting his lip as bends to your desire.
Spurred on by your permission, Dean thrusts deeper until he bottoms out, moaning your name as he comes deep inside you. Your walls contract as he fills you, your climax a deep rolling pleasure that courses your whole body. Everything feels so right, he feels right. The way you two fit, the way he makes you feel. Itâs like a low-key destiny youâre more than willing to succumb to.
Dean doesnât just pull out and get off you once youâre both done, he flips you so your lay on his chest. There he holds you and strokes you back and hips, your hair and your face until you lift your head to look at him. Then he smirks cockily and you swat his chest.
âYou donât have to look so smug about it,â you chastise him.
âHey, I keep my promises,â he says with that trademark smirk playing on his plush lips. âWouldâa give you more but weâre kinda on the run here, sweetheart.â
âYou can owe me, how âbout that?â You push yourself up and try to find your clothes.
He grins at the confirmation that this isnât just a one-time deal. âHell yeah! Sign me up.â
You clean up with wipes from your travel bag as Dean calls Sam. You watch the relieved interaction from the front fender of Baby while Dean paces in the dirt a few meters away. You apply some flavoured lip balm to your kiss bruised lips as he works out the logistics of meeting up and what to do about Bartholomew.
After the call, Dean beelines straight for you, sliding his hands around your waist and burying his face in your neck, kissing playfully.
âI take it weâve got a few hours at least until we can meet Sam and Cas.â You thread your fingers through his messy hair, trailing your fingernails over his scalp which he seems to really like.
âSeveral.â He says against your delicate skin.
âWhatever are we gonna do to pass the time?â Â You smile as you picture the pair of you fucking all over his car.
âI can think of a few things,â he surfaces with a hungry look, leaning back in to kiss you.
Your soft lips claim his once more as you melt into his arms, the kiss heated and full of need. Dean kisses you with such force it steals your breath and makes your knees weak, and when he pulls back he looks at you thoughtfully. Licking his lips and tasting you on them, he grins.
âCherry,â his eyes go to your lips again, âI like it.â
Deanâs talented tongue makes you forget any quip you might have said, as he lifts you onto Babyâs hood and keeps his promise.
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đ Ë â ęł * ࣠đ Ë â ęł âOpposites Attract?!ââ Gojo Satoru
Synopsis: the famous rich boy of the campus and the Deanâs daughter? Scandalousâespecially when theyâre both jealous as hell.
â A/n: Roughly based on something from my real life lmaoâ except that we didnât get together because hehe. Also, this is the first part of a kinkmas fic that I have planned, itâs been broken since the fic was getting too long <3 (both can be read stand-alone!) Tagging @romiyaro @draecys @maeby-cursed because yes; nsfw version <3
â Word count: 5.7k
â warnings: Fem! Reader x Satoru Gojo; slightly suggestive Suguru and Mei Mei (they deserve to be warnings here); undertones if jealousy; a kiss (or three) at the end, I knowâscandalous right; Reader wears spects in one scene; this has a LOT of bickering. Just banter for that matter, reader says smn about sex work BUT I assure you itâs not supposed to be in a negative light <333
4.5 g.p.aâa perfect reputation that you held, a decent social lifeâan amazing father to back you up, you werenât ever part of the fraction of people who got in through with scholarships, why would you when your father stood as the dean? âbut youâd worked for it.
3.7 g.p.aâit couldâve been far better, easily, if he only put himself inâfar too loud a social life with a following of 4k+ on his Instagram while he only followed back his best friend and pretty little things (for a day or so)âpart of the fraction who got paid in, who never struggled for it.
Sure, you hadnât really struggled eitherâbut hypocrisy was only allowed to one and you chose to take your chance.
You didnâtâŚdespise him, the man that Gojo Satoru stood out to be, but lords, you hated the concept around it.
The loud cackle at the back of each lectureâthe proxies and his fan girls, you hated it all.
More so, you hated just how enamored your dad wasâafter all, it was Gojo Satoru that had won the trophies and the plaquesâSatoru Gojo that was a Power Player.
But the credit wasnât to be forgotten for you tooâdabbling in all that was academic, if the second half of your dadâs office as the dean were filled with Satoruâs achievements, the first half was yours.
Two sides of the same coin.
Your eyes never left your dad for a second, âyou canât possibly expect that out of Me dad,â the whine wasnât subtle, nor the snicker that gojo let out at your words and outletâearning a hard glare.
And to all the pampering and spoiling your father had to offer, it all failed when it came down to the pride and prestige of the university.
âItâs non-negotiable y/n,â the sleek brown in his room shone that afternoon, polishedâevery groove, every rounded cornerâalmost a story to behold.
âYeah! Tell her Mr.Dean,â another snicker- another glare, your father sighed in his dismay.
âYou,â your father glared at him, âneed to find a way to shove it in your schedule as wellâyouâre both the elected representatives.â
To end with all whines and groans.
âI have no idea how but I need you two to find a presence of mind and perform your best in curating an experience at the fest. Dismissed.â
A sharp inhale, yours and the roll of Satoruâs eyes, your dad was aware how interesting an evening and a fest in general he would be witnessing.
Youâd known Gojo Satoru for 3 years now, spending the last together at the University, standing as the President of Student Councilâall against Gojoâs constant ânepotismâ comments while he stood as the Captain of the Football Teamâagainst your criticism as well.
A certain peak in the way you two governed your particular fields independently but, together?
Well.
Donât get me wrong, it wasnât always that you both disliked each other but, you couldnât exactly deny the certain distaste the day youâd set eyes on himâŚ
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~First Year~
âDad, please, make sure that no one knows that you and I are, at all related,â a chuckle your father let out, âof course darling, but donât get prissy when I donât let you out with attendance matters and all,â
Another chuckle shared, nothing too serious.
âIâve heard Gojo Satoru will be joining this year too?â
An innocent question, curious is all you wereâanyone would be, one of the best the country had seen in years.
Your father nodded slowly, âjust so happens to be true, stay in check though, donât want messing with people like that,â
It was evident, the wary tone that your father had acquired over the years, dealing with all that was the ego of such students, who stood tall with the heap of money that belonged to their daddies.
A slow nod you passed tooâyour father smiled, you were a smart girl after all.
But fate was decided and what had to happen would happen for sure.
Because you swore to maintain the secret, you werenât to be even found to have the slightest relation of blood with the Dean â but then whatever could you do when you step out blindly, bumping right into the guy you wanted not to.
A hiss and a curseââthe fuck? Watch where youâre going,â he mumbled-eyes boring into yours, and then simultaneously, at the car.
Anger that flashed down rightââwatch your damn language,â unironically, you mutteredâsomething heâd never let you live down.
âWoah there princess, what are you on? Some patrol duty round here-?â The smirk was infuriating, his disheveled hair all the moreâespecially when he continued messing it up all the more.
A scoff, yoursââMind your own business,â a shove passed and an attempt to move awayââY/n L/n?â He held your campus manual.
The certain way your name rolled off his tongue, it caught your attentionââya dropped this,â
A smirk adored his face as he handed back to you the campus manual, of course it wasnât anything you required but to solace your father, there you held it.
A cramped âWhatever,â you let out, snatching the booklet from his hands quickâwanting nothing more to do with the stranger that youâd bumped into.
Just as you walked away though, âL/n huh?â The words, his, that you knew would cause you issues.
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âHeâs Satoru Gojo?â Your surprise lay hidden under the music that boomed all too loudâwatching closely the white haired boy youâd bumped into a couple days ago.
âYeah? You didnât know?â The grin on your now best friend, and then just-roommates-friend offered little help.
Of course you hadnât, and now you wish you didnât still.
It was true youâd spotted him all so much over the past few days, and the people that followed him and the rumors stillâunaware to why and how.
But now, with all the pieces in your hand you wanted to hide awayâespecially when those blue eyes stared right backâwith a grin he trampled over.
âOi! L/n right? We met at the first day?â
You cringed at how loud he spokeâso very sure that absolutely everyone could hear him, all over the booming music.
A subtle nod you passed, trying to get away from the spotlight heâd casually thrown round you.
âYour dadâs the Dean right?â
Silence- literally, just as he said that, the music system paused tooâyou wanted to curse your luck.
Widened eyesâstar-struck stares from all those adored Gojo, amused ones at you from everyone who bothered to think.
Youâd have considered lyingâunless Satoru Gojo hadnât chosen to be a dick about it, âYou guys have the same last names so I thought- and then, the other when we bumped into each other- remember?â He chuckled as a couple of girls let out audible gasps, envious that you had already touched him so.
Before opportunity even lay still, he continued, âso I thought, because frankly either youâre his daughter orâŚyou know, mistressâbut that I doubt,â you wanted to punch away the grin he held, the snicker and the secrets he dropped out like flies.
So while you stood there, waiting for the ostracismâGojo only giggled, âDonât worry though, youâre fine, got more of your momâs genes right?â
Fuming, you stood thereâred that masked your visionââexcuse you?â A brow remained cocked, Gojoâs facial expression never once changedâit was about to.
âYouâre one to talk about dads huh? Your daddy donated in just about how much into your esteemed football team huh? To get you selected?â
Satoru wasnât new to comments such, in fact thatâs what heâd built his career over but just the way you said itâjust the way your angry face stared back at himâhe found you annoying, adorably so.
That night, Satoruâs fan following increased by a decent thousand or so, people became aware of you and maybe, you realized, being the Deanâs daughter wouldnât be that bad a fact.
But all the more, Gojo and you formed a sudden bond still, dislike and nothing less masking the two of you whenever the other was mentioned.
A farce? Maybeâbut you were easily, in too deep to stop now.
Often nights you spent, thinking how the two of you could be friendsâbut huge egos that clashed in, something told you it wouldnât happen all so easily.
-
The following week and there on were interestingâyou joked all week that youâd blocked Gojo, you never did.
Gojo swore heâd have you black-listed for being so audaciousâhe never did.
When the huge messaging groupâmeant to be dead in a dayâwas formed, you both ended up saving each otherâs number discreetly, never to approach it again, at least for a while.
And that was just how it went on âhe annoys me so much,â and âshe annoys me so much,â but little by little, small steps in the darkâyou both were each otherâs biggest cheerleaders still- applauding each other louder than anybody else.
Hands clutching onto your notepad you continued jotting down the pointsâfingers working fast so as not to let a single bright thought escape you.
The event was hugeâthe Universityâs 150th Anniversaryâperfect, grand, extravagantâto be organized partially, by you.
There was time, plentyâabsolutely 1 months before the panic would settle in, 2 before it would be over.
But seconds were quickâhasty in the way they changed into minutes, hours to come and days passed by, never realized.
A finger raised to push your spects up the bridge of your noseâyou sighed, eyes landing on the form in front of youâmouth ajar and his sunglasses fixated in his hair, another piece of candy tossed up high before he caught it in his mouth.
A frustrated sigh you let outââcan you please sit straight and help?â
His eyes bore into yours- cerulean, they were pretty, almost prettier than the whole of him, you hated it.
âIsnât it your job?â A grin he passed, a clench of your jaw was all you couldââweâre in this together, donât give me that bullshit,â
Another grin, âtalk to me when you need booze,â
âYou donât even drink,â the words fell out your mouth all so quick, hesitant you looked at himââhow do you know?â It was an amused smirk that he held, it annoyed you how the man in front seemingly only talked in three supposed emotions.
A small break, âwell, I uh- noticed through the parties,â it was true, you did notice through the partiesâit was hard not to, since you didnât drinkâyou couldnât be all so sure about the rest.
âYou notice me at parties? You notice me at all?â Urges inside you that had to be controlled, such a perfectly punchable face Satoru Gojo heldââhelp me work on this damn idea,â you mumbled, ignoring all of what he wanted to discuss.
A roll of his eye and yoursâânot gonna do it so easily,â
A huff you let out.
Frustration at peak.
âActually,â your voice was quieter than you expected it to be, âwouldnât it be better if you were there to advise us? Me? Youâve been organizing parties for so long and,â your face turned towards himâsmile never faltering at his disgusted expressionâhe knew what you were doing, he wasnât new to sugar coating after all, âI would love learning from the best.â
Jaw clenched, hands sauntered over to the back of your chairâmost would consider it an action of endearment, you knew better.
âI would beg to differ Ms. Daddyâs princess,â Your blood boiled at his ignoranceâsure, he was Satoru Gojoâbut nothing gave him the right to act superior when he stood at his fatherâs money itself.
Hell, all he was meant to be was just a batchmate, captain of a stupid team that barely matteredâyou?
Sure, a well suited empire would never land on your back, nor a fortune as his until youâd worked half your life into itâ but you were better, you knew it. Denial onto his privilege to negate the Authorities couldâve never been acceptable by you.
your eyes remained stuck onto the ground âdefiantââwell, i suppose it would only be for the best,â stubborn you sat and so did heâstuck in between the thickening tension.
âThe best,â his voice exasperated, âwould be for someone like you to sit back down and do as youâre told.â
Mouth hanging just in the slightest, you dared not to meet his faceâfocusing on the little stains and creases youâd administered on your sneakersâeyes sneaking onto his pair, perfect, as expected.
âThatâs a little rich, coming from youââ
ââand this is the best theyâve found? You? To help me huh?â
Bigoted. Nose flared, curses at the tip of your tongue and you could do nothing as he further scoffed, âgetting a privileged bitch to do my job, now they know my worth huh?â
âExcuse you?â Shaky, you satâwords spilling out before you could stop itââyour worth? Absolutely as nothing, but a spoiled man-baby who cannot deal with things maturely?â
Confusion marked his faceâof course he would be, all so blind to the simple generosity that gets offered to himâall so he can kick a ball.
âThe event is in 2 months sir,â address regained to the topic, you spoke flatly, âI would well appreciate that you helped us in the organization of said festâif not, well, it would be a sheer pity that the entire football team would have to suffer,â
And there lay your ultimatum, naked and threateningâand he knew it was all but empty.
âL/n,â Gojo coughedânot quite sure, uneasy evidently, with the tension that hung lose in the atmosphereââYou maybe influential in your own ways on the campus but-â
â-but Iâm just a student here, as you are,â you looked directly at Gojo now, âAnd to adhere to rules is the basic of most authoritative environments. So I suppose, youâll be all the more pliant in helping us plan the fest and encouraging our juniors to help us out.â
Defiantâsquinted eyes of Gojo simply stared blanklyââAlright,â he muttered.
âIf help is what you want, thatâs what youâll get.â
And the deal was settledâto your compromise and his.
-
A week had passed sinceâthe discomfort only grew.
âWhat the fuck? Youâre speeding rumours now?â Rough were the words that greeted you first the moment the two of you entered the study you currently sat inâa half shrug you passed him, âI would need help and rather than begging you for it, why not just keep you as my assistant?â
âExcuse you?â His tone, bewildered as he shut the door behind the two of youââYour assistant?â He barked out a laughââThey really are making sheer idiots now huh?â
âSays daddyâs little prince who couldnât use his academics to get in like everyone else,â
A scoff he passedââHow very original, at least my daddy has the power and how is yours, at all better?â he let his words trail off, a smirk on his lips as he pulled a chair to lounge in, and well, all cases be true, his dad probably had more money than you could imagine.
The certain charm of Gojos, after all.
âDonât gotta flex your daddyâs sex work like that buddy,â you muttered, pulling a chair across himâpeculiar you found it that he didnât do so much as throw a fit in objection to the forced responsibility.
âJust giving inspiration baby,â he drew outâhe winked, phone pulled out fast as he typed, you sat by forgotten.
A roll of your eyesââHelp me at least,â
Silence- you sighed.
âYouâre supposed to help,â again, the very same cold air met youââGojo,â
âNope.â
A sharp intake of breath and you stared at him, had it not been for the pretty face he had youâd have punched him long agoâa second too long you stared however, âTake a picture, itâll last longer,â
Another eye rollââJust fucking help me,â
âAinât gotta princess,â he finally looked up, âIâm here to advise you right?â
An inhale, exhaleâbiting down on your teeth you nodded, âOf course,â you mutteredâwhich was what had led you to the current situation, tired, exasperated and annoyed.
An hour and a half, slowâvery, spent staring a few times at the blank paper and then the ceiling, often Satoru Gojo and then his phone; a couple ideas popped by here and there, all uselessâyou knew that.
âYou know,â you spoke carefully, âAs someone whoâs helping you bunk without losing attendance, you should really really be thankful,â
âA bouquet will be present in your dorm tonight doll,â not a single glance spared stillâit was frustrating simply to sit such.
A sharp exhale you let out, head hung backâthis was a stupid idea.
âYou know what?â Chair pushed back, you stood upââIâll manage,â fingers clutched hard onto your notepadâit hurt when he didnât do so much as even shrug as you moved towards the door.
Silence, as you turned the handle of the door to leaveânot even a look from him.
You despised him.
#6942619412: Yo [11:54 p.m.]
Your eyes narrowed at the sudden text that popped upâignorance enveloped you still, eyes focused onto the book of applied physics in front of youâregret boring into you as you tried your best to drill the concepts into you, preparing yourself for the soon-to-end semester exams.
#6942619412: busy? [11:56 p.m.]
You ignored still, creeped a little at the protrusionânot enough to let your book downâ
#6942619412: idc [11:58 p.mp]
#6942619412: show me your plans [11:58 p.m.]
Face scrunched in annoyance, you stared at your screenâthe periodic chimes of notification and the switch from the dull background to immediate light upâSatoru Gojo was somehow a master at infuriating you.
However, as stubborn as lay, you were no betterââignorance is blissâ they said, and you were all too prepared to test it out.
#6942619412: bro wtf. Reply. [12:03 a.m.]
You noted mentally, the time gap between his textsâa sly smile adorning your face. Something in you screamed to not do itâto not go against Satoru Gojo suchâthe certain something fell to deaf ears as a shit-eating grin you beheld, typing your words in.
You: itâs pathetic of you to message like this [12:03 a.m.]
You: desperate? [12:03 a.m.]
A minute went by, then anotherâyou sighed.
It was perhaps, a bad ideaâ chime!!
#6942619412: itâs needy of you to message back [12:04 a.m.]
#6942619412: you desperate? [12:04 a.m.]
A smirkâyours, a smirkâhis.
You: you realize the first text of your day is to me? [12:04 a.m.]
#6942619412: you realize youâre taking note of how my day goes? [12:05 a.m.]
You: because you decided to bother me in mineâget to whatever you were saying [12:05 a.m.]
#6942619412: there there princessâI demand respect and send me your ideas- or better still Iâll come over to your dorm [12:06 a.m.]
Your eyes remained fixed at the screen; âcome at your dormâ? Was he stupid?
You: thereâs no need to come here gojo. Iâll send you everything right now.
You waited, patiently, however, ever so cruelâtime was always slow, especially when waiting onto someone. 5 minutes grudged slow- you were afraid that he would actually show up. Would he?
No, of course notâ even for him this was absurd, given the security and the time at nightâhe was probably asleepâ
Knock.
A twist of your window paneâs handle- a thud of your heart and widened set of eyes.
Another knock and you were at your feet, stupidly, opening the windowâwidening it to welcome Satoru Gojo is your roomâscandalous.
A smirk he held, form towering yours by a decent couple inches, âNeat room,â he whistled as he stood awkward, unsure onto whether to place himself until he found your studyâmaking himself comfortable on the spot you just sat.
âApplied physics?â Curiosity laced his voice and a shrug you responded with â âSo what?â You muttered, reaching in to close the bookâhe certainly took note of the tiredness your voice held.
âSo youâre an idiotâitâs a tough field.â
Another shrugââGets me going and nothing couldâve sucked more than chemistry so,â
A snort he lay bareâonly then did you realize how quiet it was, soft breaths, the new morning dancing about the timelinesâyour gaze on his, and his on yours. How so eccentricânot.
âYou couldnât deal with chemistry? Gotta be dumb or some shit,â
You scoffedâknowing where he was leading it, âdo we really need me to redo the whole âgot in because of your dadâ shit here?â
He grinned wideâand just then you noticed the perfect set of teethâthe ones youâd hoped to punch and break some day, âI think Iâd wanna skip it tonight baby,â
âDonât call me that,â
âPrissy, eh?â
A scrunch of your face, a wink his.
âWhy, and dare I ask, how, did you get here?â Brows raised, expression amused as he paced about your roomâtaking it in, familiarizing himself.
âDonât worry onto that doll, just show me your ideas,â
Your eye twitched, it was simply alien to youâthe feeling of being treated normal by him. By Satoru Gojo- reality set in straight Every Time you realized that something in you, even if small, craved his attention, his validation.
Maybe that was why you were hurtâwhen heâd ignored you initially, when heâd shove you in the hall without a thought sparedâwhen his gaze was all so disrespectful Everytime you approached Him.
Maybe it was just the social construct of it all.
Maybe it was something else.
So surprise was bound to grip you hardâ he wanted your ideas?
âWell?â Fidgety, you noted his actions to beânervous? You wouldnât be sure.
âWhy?â
A shrug, half hearted, âI heard stuff on you,â and now your interest sat piqued, âThey say youâre as good as me when it comes down to getting shit done,â a winkâyou gagged internally at his words- his charm?
Not quite so.
âYouâve been snooping around since the past week? Got you that hooked?â A smirk you channeled, unsure still- suspicious more so.
âDonât flatter yourself,â he mutteredâhis eyes were quicker, quicker that yours, cerulean, I suppose something to do with the color of themâall too pretty to have one care about anything besides themselves.
âIâve heard of your accomplishments beforehand, you know itâyou just werenât so important and most of the time I was trying to stay off your radar,â his face panned towards the shelf you kept full of booksââbut you did interest me,â
A scoff letâs your lips, âAnything with a vagina and boobs will interest you,â
âHey now-â and for a second he seemed offended, not that you cared, âdonât forget about the assâand please, I sincerely accept dicks too.â And just at that you chuckled slightlyâa small win he deemed it, âman-whore,â you muttered past him- closing your books and grabbing onto the notepad from before.
âHere,â you handed it overâ a sudden feeling of embarrassment washing overâafter all, as much of a jerk he was, Satoru Gojo sincerely was experienced and amazing at what he did.
Lips pursed, you stared as he read through the stuff- âI know itâs all too-â a hand raised to quieten you, he continued readingâquick at that too.
It took him a minute or so, to go through each of the 4 pages youâd jotted downââNot bad,â you nodded, ânot the best,â you bit your tongue.
âI uh- i know itâs a little extravagant?â
âYeah,â he chuckled, âor more so, itâs not very realistic? You have steps planned out and âŚyou know, itâs supposed to be done by humans not machines,â
Your eyes raised in understanding, you werenât too sure, but just enough.
âPut yourself into itâyouâre cool you know that?,â eyes squinted, you watched him carefully- not a word let out.
âJust a littleâŚuptight, learn to let go,â
âhow do IâŚ?â
He grinned, âhave fun figuring that outâthe ideas were cool, gotta go now doll,â you blinked once, twice, and without a word he was goneâyou let him. However could you even ever stop him?
And you knew well, the rumbling in your room was sure to get your father awake.
A click on the lockâyou closed the window behind himâswift was the way he came about, annoying, the way he left. And yet you still stood alone in the room, pacing about with a dorkish smile.
And only five minutes after heâd left, after the daze was goneâyou noticed the bouquet of jasmines on your bedsideâhuh.
Certainly understood the charm nowâespecially when your eyes focused onto your phone right before closing.
#6942619412: youâre actually cute when youâre not frowning yk? [1:05 a.m.]
You went to sleep.
~Three weeks before the Fest~
âIâd say itâs coming along amazing,â another fruit roll up popped into his mouthâthe fifth packet in last three hours, you were only surprised how he wasnât sick of them yet.
A nod you passedââbut theyâre slow-â
â-because theyâre people, they are bound to be slow,â
Another nod.
There was something that Satoru Gojo did help you with, and there was something youâd helped him with as wellâhis eyes panned onto the elaborate list of numbers heâd gathered, oh how youâd spun the man, Satoru ânever gonna help nobodyâ Gojo into your actual assistant.
âTell me though, when will you order the booze?â
âItâs an official thing- how can you expect booze to be there?â A ridiculed laugh met youââever heard of sneaking shit in princess?â
Of course you had, given that Satoru Gojo snuck himself into your room almost every night, uninvitedâso far as to snickering when you squeaked out lies to your father about talking to your friends.
âShut up, there will be no beverage,â he chuckled at your formal tone, beverage, âyou and I, or anyone can get expelled for thatâit happened last year,â
âYouâre your daddyâs only princess though,â
âAnd youâre not,â a deadpan from you shut him up quickââdadâs gonna be mad if he finds it, I wonât be expelled but you might, especially given your record and everythingâand yes that means your captaincy and everything too,â
A month ago, the nervousness on his face wouldâve made you chuckleâgiddy maybe but now it only troubled you for himâhours spent on the floor of your bedroom had opened up conversations after all.
âBut youâll save me right?â
He stared at you; you stared back, you noted the closeness.
There was no reply to be offeredâbut it did ruin the small moment to hear the causal, âSatoru~â from the lips of her, Mei Mei, long time family friend of his and an equatable annoyance to Satoru Gojo.
Both of your faces whipped to meet hers, yours scorned while his broke into a grinââOi!â He chuckledâarms spreading out to greet her, hug her.
âY/n,â she greeted you too, a smile you passed backâpart of your council members after allââhowâs the planning going?â
âFantastic,â tight lipped you mutteredââfabulous,â she grinned, âmind if I steal Toruâ for a second?â
You mentally gagged at herââsteal Toru for a secondââexcept those seconds never really were seconds, rather hours and to your utter annoyance, Gojo never add moves to counter it.
âOf course!â And just like that, gone, daily.
A sigh you let out, staring at the preparationsââwhyâd you let them walk over you all the time?â A deep voice met you, âSuguru?â
A short smile, a short breath of cigarettes met youâin the best way, âGood day to you too,â he grinned, patting the seat beside him, eyes stuck on his best friend and his rendezvous partner.
âYou as , and what exactly do you suppose I do? Stop them?â
âHeâs your assistant, ainât he?â
âYes but-â
âAm I seeing you finally turn into a push-over, like all the other girls when it comes to him?â All in good humor he spoke, but mostly because it was true.
You were bending your walls for a certain someoneâit didnât feel right.
âYou think I shouldnât?â
âI think you should only if this lasts after the rest as well,â
âWill it?â
A pause, a shrug, âI donât know, ask him.â
You stared at himââwhy are you two the legitimate same at advices? And equally bad?â A laugh met youââgo on, ask himâbecause as of now, Mei Mei seems to have done what she wanted,â
âHuh?â
A look at him and then at them, your heart sankâhe was kissing her, your heart sank more, why were you so bothered by it?
A nervous chuckle you passed to Suguru, an empathetic one he did, âitâs fine,â
âYeah.â
âââ
It wasnât fine, hell it was far from fineâespecially when you saw them together there on, all the time.
3 weeks, dates here and thereâshe was around you all the time, and him, it was infuriating in all aspects of the word.
âWhoâre you going with?â Almost everyday he questioned, and you never had an answer because somehow, just something in you had made you reject every proposalâsomething in you supposed that you two would go together.
You were the organizersâbut then, it was no rule.
And even if it was, Satoru Gojo wasnât big on rules.
-
âReady?â Suguru grinned, last minute date that youâd foundâall so grateful that you stood.
A small nod with a smile you passedââhow do I look?â
âGorgeous,â another smile, widerâeyes however, they remained stuck onto Gojo.
âItâs not about him tonight doll,â
âItâs never about him,â you mumbledâmelancholyâironic onto how the entire fest that youâd built was based off of youth and what not.
But it was about him, everything was about him- especially in the way your dress, bought just for the occasion was the same cerulean, your hair was braided just how he once mentioned liking, you were wearing the perfume he bought you for you.
Everything.
And you despised all of this everything while having nothing.
âYo! Y/n,â you paused, Suguru did tooâhis smirk widening, as did Mei Meiâs, Satoru walked- sauntered over.
âDonât you look hot?â The grin was wide, your nose scrunched in disgust, âyouâre reeking of alcohol,â
He wasâof course he was, right after youâd advised him not to.
âChill, nobodyâs gonna know-â
â-we have to meet my dad in 15 minutes.â
ââŚoh.â
âWell anyways, I see you came with Suguru? Youâve been getting close?â
Your eye twitchedâso he did see itââyeah heâs cool, and helpful, unlike you,â
A giggle, âI have a life outside of you, remember?â Your blood boiledââof course you do, enjoy it.â
A sharp turn you made, lips bitten, unsure, uncertainââHonestly though, if I werenât with Mei tonight Iâd actually fuck ya â
Your jaw clenched at the audacityâthe other two, Suguru and Mei Mei long disappeared as you flared daggers into Satoruâs soul.
âCan you take one thing seriously? You- you bloody idiot I canât even-â you whipped around to face him againâeyes boring into his.
Satoru, even in his drunken state knew it would last long, the lecture, a hand pulled you in very quick, a corner, secluded.
âStop fucking shouting,â slurred his words, they lay bare.
âWhat do you want me to do then? You- you- I- ugh.â You paused, hard breaths let outââyouâre so fucking annoying.â
âAnnoying? Youâre the one screaming woman,â the small smirk that he adored annoyed you all the more so.
âExcuse you? Iâm annoying?â And at that moment, you let go, âIâm annoying after you spent three weeks fucking with Mei Mei? Iâm annoying after youâre the one acting irresponsible? Iâm annoying after you ended up treating me like all your others girls? Iâm annoying after- after you just chose to walk all over me- Iâm annoy- mmph!â
Words lay interrupted quick, a rough hand reeled you in while the other held your head, the kiss was soft, passionate of one would call it, sloppy in the way his lips attached to yours, hungry.
And amusingly, unlike all things Gojo, this did not feel wrong.
But it wouldnât help your emotions being all over the placeââwhat the fuck?â You asked, the moment he pulled awayââwas it that bad?â An amused chuckle rolled off his lips.
âNo? You canât do this- we canât just kiss- I-â
â-okay, then take it back,â and just like that, he pulled you in again, lips attaching once more, hands exploring each other easy, slow gasps of breath as you pushed him away this time.
âN-no you- I donât- what? You take it back,â and almost as if his alcohol was on your mind too, you pulled him in this timeâa small peck, harsh, Satoru loved it all the same.
Frustrated you pulled away, grinning his hand held your wristââdonât go,â he mumbled, your face contorted into the expression which screamed your annoyance.
âDonât go? Fuck you Gojo. Fuck you and your damn ego and the audacity you have,â your breaths were shallow, the two stood so close.
âDonât kiss me when youâre with someone elseâyou might be a whore but-â
âIt was for you,â another mumble, quieter, âto get you jealous and I think it worked?â
A pause.
âAnd The alcohol?â You whisperedâhe loved it though, the way you prioritised the reputation above himâsomehow you humanised him, âonly Iâve drunk it, no one elseâtoâŚget your attention,â
âBut you never drinkâŚâ
âAnd I never fucked Mei either, or kissed herâŚor anyone since you,â
âThatâs supposed to make me feel special?â It did, but you were done for the day.
âI think soâŚ?â
You blink, once, twice and instead of the third that Satoru expected a sharp slap landed on his face.
âYouâre very fucking dumb,â while one hand clutched the cheek heâd been hit at, the other still held your hand, pulling you closer when he heard your choked wordsâeyes widening at the wetness in your eyes.
âL/nâŚâ a sigh, âfuck Iâm- fuck.â He held you close, unnatural to your relation, you let yourself be held.
ââââ
âSorry?â
You glared at him, the Music blared behind you loudâ the both of you stood outside your fatherâs office, âweâll deal with that later.â
A slight nod, Satoru was glad you even agreed to talk to him, Satoru was glad you even looked at himâSatoru was simply glad you were standing beside him.
A knock, two more, you walked insideâSatoru, as advised by you stood outsideâyour father would know of course, instantly.
The room seemed a breath of freshness as you walked, away from the stench that Satoru held, âwhereâs Gojo?â You were prepared for the question.
âDo you like the fest?â You father was prepared for the dodgeâhe hummed, âyou both did good together, as I supposed,â you hummed.
âHe wonât be coming?â
âHeâs busy,â you lied through your teeth, âsome kids snuck in alcohol, heâs dealing with it,â you were sure you caught your fatherâs smirkââthat would be highlyâŚinappropriate,â
You bit the inside of your cheek, âof course, weâll see to it that theyâre punished well,â
Your father hummed again, âhaving a good time?â
âWonderful,â your father grinned, âwell, you can go then butâŚmaybe not today but I do hope meet your assistant soon after, kind of tired of seeing him sneak in through the windows,â
âDad?!â
âWhat? Youâre grown up and Iâve seen the potential and I kind of think opposites do attract, and you proved me right so,â
Idiots, all around you.
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Handfasted
Author:Â tiamatv
Artist:Â anyrei
Primary Ship:Â Dean/Castiel
Other Ships:Â N/A
Length:Â 28,000
Warnings:Â N/A
Tags:Â AU- Royalty, Arranged Marriage, Temporary Marriage, Prince Castiel, Prince Dean Winchester, Strangers to Lovers, Internalized Homophobia, Cultural Differences, Misunderstandings, Rope Bondage, Pining
Posting Date:Â November 9, 2024
Summary Dean Winchester never wanted to wear a crown. He had no idea that he even could. It wasn't until the Campbell royals all got themselves assassinated by demons that he and Sam found out that King Samuel was actually their grandfather, and well, shit.
But Dean was a soldier before he was anything else. So maybe that's why he'll do anything to stop this awful demon war--anything. Even try to make an alliance with the angels.
They think they're gonna scare him off by telling him he's gotta be magically married--okay, okay, handfasted, but call it what it is--to some snooty noble angel for a whole year? They think Dean's gonna back out because the angels want him to be handfasted not to a proper princess, oh no, but to a prince?
Bring it on. Excerpt Gods and goddesses. Dean hasnât even kissed the guy. Is he supposed to? The thought makes his whole face tingleâthe thought of pressing his lips to that rich, pink mouthâbut⌠thatâs not what this is about, is it? Right?
âLook, I know you're not⌠I know this wasn't your choice,â Dean says, low. âMine either, not really, I just⌠Lemme do this, okay? Pretty sure I can make it feel good for you.â
Shit, Dean's babbling, but what the fuck else is he supposed to do? Heâs been thinking about how to fulfill the handfasting magic without everything going wrong for a while. Too long.
âConsummation,â right? Seed going into⌠somewhere? Yeah.
Castiel doesn't stop him, his hands falling back to hang loose by his side when Dean carefully untangles their fingers and then undoes the buttons of the placket of Castielâs snowy white, coarse linen breeches, one by one. He does say something in that low gravel of his language, but none of them are the few words of Enochian that Dean understands. Dean just hopes he's not commenting on how Dean's hands are shaking.
His little sigh against the side of Dean's face as Dean starts nudging his breeches downwards with his fingertips, a warm, sweet, shaky puff on Deanâs cheek, sure doesn't sound like he's mad about it, though. His halo is glowing soft and bright, brighter than the lantern lit in the corner of the room, not that angry lightning flash that Deanâs gotten way too used to in the past week.
That does make Dean feel better. A little.
âYou doing okay?â Dean says, pulling back and running a hand over the jut and arch of Castiel's hip, under the linen. And then doing it again, âcause. Huh. It's weird to feel those hard, firm planes, the jut of bone, rather than softness and curves. Weird, but not bad. Heâs not wearing smallclothes under the stupid sacred pantsâneither is Deanâbut unlike Dean, Castiel hasnât got any hair on his legs or his belly to catch on the rough woven cloth.
Cas nods and voices a low Enochian affirmative that Dean recognizes. Well, at least there's that.
But the quizzical look on Cas's face, the lilt of his voice, says volumes when Dean carefully pushes him down to sitting on the bed and then gets slowly down on his knees on the rug, shuffling his way forward between those spread thighsâshit, it's gotta be obvious to him by now what Dean's up to, right?
Because sure, Dean was in the Campbell army a long time, heâs heard some things about the kind of activities that men can do with other men⌠but like hell is Dean going to be sticking his bits into someone who can barely understand what he's saying.
He's not thinking about how hardâno, nope, difficult, difficultâit was to shimmy those breeches down and off Castiel's thighs, because well, fuck, the dude might be a prince of the angels, but heâs juicy like a game chicken, andâ
Nope, nope, nope.
So here Dean is, down on his knees, staring face-level at another guy's floppy dick, surrounded by the same thick, dark curls that Castiel has on his head but nowhere else on his body, smelling of incense and linen and⌠something musky and heavy. Not sweat, something darker than that, sharper, andâŚ
And Deanâs mouth is fucking watering. It's watering. And he can feel the heat on his cheeks. On his neck. Spreading into the line of this stupid, scrubby, itchy linen tunic. Twitching in his breeches.
Gods of sea and stars. Is this the handfasting magic? What if it is?
But what if it isnât?
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I cannot die in peace until the next part of "Sam choose between you and Ruby". It's soo damn good.
Thank you! I am so glad you like it! Here is the next part <3 Happy reading!
Also, there is violence and mentions of sexual themes so reader discretion is advised :)
Imagine Sam having to choose between you and Ruby (Part 3)
âIâm going to fucking kill you.â
Sam quickly gets up and blocks your view of Ruby from you.
âY/N, please let me explain.â He is holding his hands up, the blood now dripping from his mouth. You glare at him, reaching behind for Dean to give you the demon knife. Dean knows what you are asking for and gives it to you in a knife case that you can clip to the back of your lounge pants.
âSam, clean your fucking mouth off, thatâs disgusting, and you donât have to explain shit to me.â Sam instinctively wipes his mouth, hurt at your comment, when Ruby walks around him, draping her hand on his shoulder, now wearing his t-shirt. Just his T-shirt.
âOh, donât be mad at Sammy, little Y/N; you left him; I was just there to pick up his shattered heart, finder keepers, donât you think?â She teased at you.
âOh, you mother fucker.â You growled and pounced. You reached out and tumbled her down to the ground, going to punch her in the face. You feel hands try to take you off of her and Sam yelling your name.
âLet the bitch get what she deserves, Sammy,â Dean says, and you feel the hands come off you. You guess Dean will keep Sam distracted. You grab Rubyâs hair roots and take hold of her head to slam her head into the ground. She manages to get her knee in between you two, then her foot, and kicks her leg out to get you from on top of her. She climbs on top of you and wraps her hands around your throat, trying to choke you. She smiles down at you and giggles.
âI understand why you didnât want any women around him, Y/N. That man is a monster in the bedroom. I didnât know a man could do so many things with his mouth, and when he was venting out his anger was going rough- it makes a girl so hot, you know?â She sent you a little wink and applied pressure to your neck. You growl and reach around the floor. You feel a stiletto, assuming Rubyâs, and grab the base of it. You swing your arm up, hitting her in the temple with the heel tip. She cries out and backs off of you. You scramble on your feet and kick her in the stomach just because you want to. How dare she try to boast about Sam in such an intimate way when she should have never had her demon hands on him. You look for a belt or rope or something to bind her up, but she catches your ankle and pulls you, dropping you back to the floor. You groan and look up, seeing Dean is still fighting with Sam, keeping him busy for you. You need to finish this up quickly. You roll over, still feeling the knife under your shirt and tucked in the back of your pants. Ruby tries to start choking you again.
âHe was telling you the truth; I havenât seen him in weeks. I made him addicted to my blood so he would get stronger and then left; I wanted to hear him beg for me, that he needed me. I was going to wait a bit longer, but then I got wind that you were back in the picture, and I had to make sure he was still choosing me, which you saw in the PG-13 version of what we do when we are together. He is strong because of me, and he will kill Lillith. We are going to do it together.â Your vision was getting spotty as she was applying more pressure. You were trying to grab her hands off you. âYou wonât be around to see it though, Y/N, so sorry- I canât have you spoiling my plans.â When you know there is no way she is letting up, you squeeze your hand behind your back and grab the hilt of the knife. You make eye contact and smirk. Her face falters along with her grip.
âYouâre not going to do shit with him, demon.â You swing your arm up to stab the knife in her chest. She screams as the knife kills her. You hear Sam scream her name. She falls backward as you push with all your might into her. You follow her fall, not taking your hand off the knife until you see her eyes staring blankly back at you. You spit on her.
âSee you in hell bitch.â You say. You turn around and see Dean holding Sam back. He looked at you, and anger clouded his eyes.
âWhy the hell would you do that?!â He yelled at you.
âWatch who the hell youâre talking to like that Winchester.â You piped back. Sam turns and punches Dean, who falters. Clouded by anger and the high of the demon blood, Sam starts hammering on Dean.
âY/N,â Dean groans out. âa little help?â He tries to fight off Sam, but he is relentless. Sam and Dean fall to the ground as you look around. You see the kitchenette and open the cupboards. Grabbing the giant frying pan, you turn and see Sam on top of Dean, punching him. You get behind Sam and swing the frying pan on his head, making a loud boing! Sound before he slumps over unconscious on top of Dean. He groans from pain and the weight of Sam on top of him. You help him roll Sam off, and he looks at your hand.
âWhat is this, Tangled?â He grumbles, referencing a Disney movie you made him and Sam watch with you a few years ago. Dean grabs his head and wipes the blood from his nose.
âShut the fuck up.â You say, not being able to hide a small smile. âHurry up and clean yourself up. We have to take him to Bobbyâs.â
âWhatâs at Bobbyâs?â He asks as he holds a hand for you to help him.
âThe panic room, we should be only an hour out if you speed.â He nods and looks down at Sam.
âHopefully, you Rapunzeled him hard enough for the drive.â You look at him and roll your eyes.
âYou can be so annoying, you know that?â
You guys cleaned up the mess you made, threw Ruby in the trunk, and started to drive. You werenât a complete asshole; you called a hunter you met from the roadhouse to finish up the hunt for you; you know you will have to repay that debt someday.
âWhat are you going to do with Ruby?â Dean asks as you start the trip to Bobbyâs. You smile innocently.
âIâm going to burn her to a crisp.â Dean looks at you like you are crazy, then mutters
âRemind me never to get on your bad side.â
Sam was out for three hours. When he woke up, he had a splitting headache and bruising from the punches Dean was able to land on him. He saw that he was not in the hotel but in Bobbyâs famous panic room. He looked around and saw you were sitting in the chair across from him, legs crossed, reading a journal of some sort.
âYouâre awake.â You say it without even looking up the page.
âWhat am I doing here?â You sigh and close the journal, setting it down on the little table.
âYouâre sick. Ruby fucked you in more ways than one and now has gotten you addicted to demon blood. You are here to get better.â You stand and start walking to the door.
âYou canât keep me in here,â Sam said irritably. You whipped around and stomped up to him. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and got really close. Your eyes bored into his.
âIf I had done what I originally wanted, you would be on the side of the road with only the clothes on your back to your name. However, your brother is like my own and wouldnât want that. He would want your sorry ass to get better. So, you are going to sit here, go through this fucking detox, and maybe, just maybe, show your brother some damn gratitude for putting up with you and that whore for as long as he did. Youâre sick, Sam. She has clouded your judgment and turned you into something you were always scared of becoming. The Sam I knew and loved would have NEVER let things get as far as they have. I burned your little girlfriend. She is still smoking in the back. Whether you like it or not, this chapter has been closed for you.â You shoved him back and walked over to the door again.
âWhy do you even care? You hate me now.â Sam scoffed, but you could sense the heartbreak in his voice. You looked back at him.
âI do hate you, I canât stand the sight of you, but Iâm hoping the Sam I fell in love with- the Sam I am still in love with, the Sam that wanted to spend forever with me, is still in there somewhere, because I know for a fact you are not him, so I will keep you in here for as long as I need to in order to find out. Dean will be in with your dinner.â You banged on the door, and it opened. Dean was standing there to let you out. You exited the panic room without glancing back at Sam, and Dean locked the door. You two made it up the stairs. At the top, he stopped you. You turned and looked at him.
âThat was a little harsh, donât you think?â He said.
âThat wasnât even a fraction of the hurt I had to experience because of him. You wanted him to break- he is going to fucking break.â You turned and started out the door. You turned back to him, and he was still staring at you. âAre you going to help me bury this demon?â Dean nodded and followed you to bury this last chapter of your lives officially and literally.
Week one of Sam's detoxing was a bunch of yelling. He would yell for hours, cussing out you, Dean, Bobby, and everyone. You would go down there, and he would be in the small window. He would be seething, ready to argue. So, you two would argue. Whatever Sam wanted to yell about; you would fight back. If he wanted to fight about Ruby dying, you would yell back about how you loved to kill her, how you were so glad you were the one that got to stick the blade in her. You would tell him how you wished you could have killed her and how it was so satisfying to watch her burn.
If he wanted to yell about how you left, you would fire back about how he made that choice. He chose a demon, and her disgusting,because he hated when you used that word, blood over someone he spent years with. He decided to fuck someone who never loved him over a woman that risked her life for him constantly. How, when he had the chance to follow you, he chose to have pity sex instead.
The arguments would always end with him having nothing else to say and stepping away from the window, usually followed by him kicking or throwing somethingâBobby has had to replace the chair in there two times and the table three times.
Most days and nights, you only yelled at each other for 20 minutes max. There were only two nights where you yelled at each other for hours. Those two nights, you would sit in your room and drink, cry, and pray to anyone and anything for your Sam to return.
Week Two was a lot of desperation and a lot of bargaining. He would try to convince Dean to let him out when Dean brought him his meals. One day, Dean went to open the door in a moment of weakness for his brother; you just happened to be coming down at the time with the drink that Dean forgot and saw what was happening. You rushed to keep the door closed and locked, which caused Sam to start yelling and cussing you out for getting in the way. Dean was taken off food duty after that.
When Sam realized Dean wasnât coming back downstairs, he tried to bargain with you. He would promise anything and everything. He vowed to escape the hunting life with you, marry you, and throw his phone away. Cut ties with everyone. Anything to try to get you to fold, he would try. He would bring out the puppy dog eyes you loved so much. It was a mask, though- it wasnât the Sam you knew. So, you would scoff at him. Call him weak, and that a child could act better than he could, drop his food off, and go upstairs without another word. Grabbing another one of Bobbyâs whiskeys off the shelf, you would head to your room. Between you and Dean, his alcohol bill was rising exponentially.
Midway through week two and into week three, there was silence. You would bring the food down, neither one of you exchanged words, and you would go back up. One afternoon, you were bringing down food, and you peeped through the window and saw Sam on the bed, sweating and shaking a little. His eyes were closed.
âSam?â You called out to him. He didnât answer.
âSam!â You said louder again. He didnât answer.
âDean! Bobby!â you yelled for the two men upstairs as you opened the door to the panic room. You leaned down and grabbed Sam by the shoulders, shaking him.
âSammy, wake up!â You said with urgency. You felt his forehead. Behind the sweat, he was burning up. You heard the clattering of boots coming down the stairs.
âWhatâs wrong?â Bobby said, stepping into the panic room, Dean right behind him.
âI donât know he was like this when I brought his food down.â Bobby looked at Sam and felt his forehead the same as you did.
âThe lack of demon blood must be finally getting to him. Any normal detox would have hit by now, but itâs not like we have a manual on how this addiction works.â He mutters. âIâm going to grab him some medicine, and hopefully that will calm his fever, but we will see. This isnât exactly a black-and-white addiction case we are dealing with here. We have no idea how this could affect him.â Bobby turned and went to grab some medicine. You turned back to Sam, watching him shiver. Dean came forward and put a hand on your shoulder.
âHe will be okay; I think we are making progress.â You sighed.
âI sure hope so.â Bobby came back with a fever patch that you put on his forehead, hoping that would be enough for now.
Sam woke up a few hours later. You were sitting in the chair that Bobby replaced multiple times when Sam threw his temper tantrums. The door was open, as you did not expect either Dean or Bobby to sit down with you while you waited.
When Sam woke up, he groaned and turned to his side. He half opened his eyes, and when he saw you, he rubbed them and opened them fully.
âWhat happened?â Sam asked.
âWhat do you remember?â You countered.
âI remember not feeling good, so I laid down. I remember feeling like my entire body was itchy and every part needed to be scratched. I remember being super cold and hot simultaneously, and then thatâs it. I blanked after that.â He slowly sits up and sits on the side of the bed.
âYou had a fever. I guess you passed out because of it because when I came down here, you were unresponsive, just shivering, and your forehead was burning up. Bobby gave you a cool patch, hoping that would help, but this isnât exactly textbook on what to do.â
âWhy are you down here then?â
âI had to make sure you woke up.â Sam looked at you, studying your face. It felt like he was trying to read what you meant by that. You stood up.
âWell, since you are awake, I will leave you to it, which means sitting here and letting the rest of the detox work itself out. If you start feeling like that again, yell for one of us.â You started to make your way out of the room. Sam called your name. You turned to look at him, and for once, you recognized him. You saw your Sammy. The sweet, caring, and amazing man that you fell in love with. Your heart jumped against your brainâs wishes, ready to run back into him and never let him go, never let him out of your sight.
âYeah?â You replied to him.
âThank you,â he said back. Your heart was using all its strength to pull you to him, to forgive him right then and there, but you couldnât, not yet.
âWe will see if you say that after this,â you quietly replied, walking out and locking the door behind you.Â
But you had hope.
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