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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Longing

Title: Longing

Bad Bitches Bingo Square Filled: Fake Dating & “I tried, I tried so hard. Why couldn’t you?”

Written for: @badbitchesbingo

Summary: He never was yours in the first place.

Pairing: former Dean Winchester x fem!Reader, Jo Harvelle x fem!Reader (implied/fake dating)

Characters: Lisa Braeden, Sam Winchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, language, longing, sadness, bisexual reader, a kiss or two among girls, Jo being a good friend and more, look Lisa is great too in this story

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Longing. One simple word describes the feeling burning in your chest.

Once upon a time, it was only you and him. Whenever he needed a shoulder to lean on or a body to use, he found shelter in your world. A world he decided to avoid like a plague for months.

You didn’t have it in you to tell his new girl months ago he promised you the same things he whispers lovingly in her ear now. It pains you to watch them do all the things he denied giving to you.

Not that you ever would be the girl he could bring home. While the girl he has on his arm tonight wears shoes costing more than your car, you struggle to pay for your study and rent at the same time.

“Born with a silver spoon in her mouth,” Lisa mutters, wiping one of the tables. “He’s a fool, Y/N. Everyone believed he would ask you to become his girlfriend one day.”

“I’m not the kind of girl he could bring home, Lis,” you avoid looking at Dean and his new girlfriend. You can’t blame the girl for falling for his charm and his cocky smile. Who could deny him when he looks at you with those emerald eyes, making you weak in the knees?

“You are worth ten Dean Winchesters,” Jo walks over to hand you a drink, smiling shyly at you. “Your shift is over, babe. Don’t do this to yourself. He’s not worth it.”

You give your friends a cracked smile before you walk toward the next empty table to wipe it clean.

“Y/N, go home and sleep it off. You have an important test in not two days,” Lisa tuts. “You can make it out of this shithole of a bar. We are counting on you.”

“You know, being smart and working hard doesn’t make you worth a Winchester,” the sadness in your eyes forces a tiny sob to leave Jo’s lips.

“Come here,” she throws herself at you, hugs you tightly, hands lingering a bit too long on the small of your back for a friendly hug. “You will find the best guy one day. I swear, in a few weeks you will not remember Dean Winchester and his new girlfriend.”

“Oh, believe me, I will remember him. His new girl seems to love to post everything they do on social media. For a guy hiding from the press and hating social media, he loves to pose with that girl.”

“Forget that bastard,” Lisa jerks her head toward Sam, Dean’s younger brother. Said guy leans lazily against a wall, eyes searching for his latest adventure. “Why not fucking his brother to get even with Dean?”

“I won’t stoop so low, Lis,” you glance at Sam. It’s not as if he’s not an attractive man or that you do not have a size kink, though. You just don’t want to be another notch in Sam’s belt. It’s worse enough you ended up being the latest conquest of his elder brother. “Sam is nice, but I’m not in the mood for a one-night stand with a guy.”

“How about you ask him to fake it? I bet he’s nice enough to show Dean what he’s missing out,” Jo nods eagerly. “Right, Jo? Fake dating is the new revenge fuck.”

“I will not ask Sam to do so,” you cry. “He’s a Winchester, his brother’s most loyal fan. Sam would never lie to his big brother. Not for me or any other girl. It’s out of the question I will ask a Winchester for shit.”

“He’s looking at you, Y/N,” Lisa whispers while watching Sam size you up. “I bet he wouldn’t mind lying to his big brother or, you could still fuck him.”

“No,” is your final answer. “I’ll call it a night. My shift is over, and I wallowed enough in self-pity for one night. I’ll grab a snack on my way home and forget that I ever dared to dream Dean Winchester would see more in me than a pair of holes he can use.”

“Hey, are you done for tonight?” Sam jogs after you, touching your shoulder gently. “I could drive you home, Y/N.”

“Sam, just leave me alone,” you don’t turn around to face Dean’s baby brother, too fed up after you saw Dean with that girl. “I’m not in the mood to tell you to get lost, okay.”

“I thought, as you and Dean didn’t match—” you twirl around to glare up at Sam.

“You thought what, Samuel? After your big brother decided I’m not good enough to bring me home to your parents you believed you can drag me into your bed or car to get a taste too? What the fuck is wrong with you Winchesters? Is any girl a whore you can use to you?”

“Whoa, I didn’t mean it that way, Y/N. I just,” Sam watches you wipe a few tears off your cheek, sighing deeply. “Dean said you were only friends with benefits. That you called things off.”

“I didn’t do shit, Sam. He—he used me whenever he needed someone to talk, rant, or fuck. I was stupid enough to believe I was more to Dean than a pair of legs ready to spread whenever he wanted a quick fuck. When I told him that I love him, he never even looked at me again.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Now I feel like an idiot,” Sam wants to touch your shoulder to comfort you, but you flinch away. “Sorry. I always had a thing for you and wanted to ask you out. I would never—” Sam swallows thickly when you choke out a sob. “Listen, I’m sorry. This was a stupid idea. Dean, he lied obviously.”

“Well, Dean is the great pretender,” you quip, watching the door of the bar fling open. Dean is stumbling out of the bar, alone. His girl is nowhere to be seen, but you don’t have the time to ask yourself why she’s not with him right now. “He made me believe we are friends, and then he made me believe we could be more than friends.”

“Can I drive you home? No catch promised,” Sam offers but you shake your head. “Y/N, come on. It’s dark and I won’t let you walk home.”

“I got a car, you know. Only as I’m working at a bar to make enough money to pay for my study doesn’t mean I don’t have a car,” you turn back around to walk toward your car. “I suggest you and your brother look for a new bar. I don’t need to see his latest conquests every night. He could’ve at least showed enough compassion to not rub it in my face.”

“New job?” Dean lazily leans against the counter, grinning when you roll your eyes. It’s been four weeks since the unhappy encounter with his brother and you had hoped Dean stays away from the bar you are working at. “Are you a bartender now, sweetheart?”

“Barney called in sick, and I can handle making drinks,” you try to act professionally and ignore the glint in Dean’s eyes and the way he licks his lips. “What can I do for you?”

“I’d like to ask you to not fuck my brother, but you already did so—” you slam your fist onto the counter, cause Dean to flinch at the sudden motion.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I turned Sam down, or did he tell you he scored just like you?” you sneer, shaking your head. “I thought Sam is a better man. I was wrong, again.”

“So, you didn’t fuck?” Dean tries, leaning closer to search your face. “Why did he give me a black eye then? He came home from the bar, punched my face, and called me a coward.”

“I told him the truth, Dean,” you wipe the counter, ignore Dean tries to get your attention. He impatiently taps his fingers onto the counter, calling your name. “Sam didn’t know you dumped me, Winchester. That’s what happened that night.”

“Oh—” brows furrowed Dean watches you walk toward the other end of the bar counter to poor a girl a drink. The girl giggles, eyes glued to Dean’s face. “I see, that’s the reason he punched me. Sammy always had a thing for you.”

“He said the same,” huffing you walk back to place an empty glass in front of Dean. “Name me the drink or leave the bar counter. Only paying guests are allowed to lurk here.”

“Whiskey, neat,” he says, eyes glued to your lips now. “I told you we can’t be a pair that night. Father, he would never let me be with someone like you.”

“Yeah, I got that,” you pour Dean a drink before you turn around to check on the bottles, or at least pretend to do so. “You know, it would’ve been nice to know so months before I fell in love with you. You only told me so when I admitted my feelings, Dean. That wasn’t fair.”

“It was all I had to offer,” twirling back around you shake your head. “It could’ve worked out, without you catching feelings. I’m allowed to have flings and lovers.”

“I tried, I tried so hard. Why couldn’t you, Dean? It could’ve worked out if only you weren’t a selfish trust-fund prick using any girl you can find. We were friends before you kissed me. You started all of this, Dean. We should’ve stayed friends and never crossed that line,” you look at Jo walk toward the bar counter.

She heard your conversation and decided it’s time for plan B. Or rather plan Jo. She straightens her back, nods at Dean before she walks straight toward you to cup your face gently.

“Baby, I thought you will come around later,” you are too stunned to react when Jo presses her lips softly to yours. “Damn, I love those lips against mine. Well, not only against my lips.” she giggles, looking at Dean, giving him a wink. “Do you have anything interesting to discuss or can I ask my girlfriend about her latest test.”

“I-it went well,” you stutter, feeling your cheeks heat up. Jo grasps your hand, squeezes it tightly to silently tell you to play along. “Thanks to you and your encouragement, baby girl. Thank you for the great back massage and the orgasms.”

“Anytime, babe,” Jo smirks when Dean’s face falls. “Oh, you don’t look good, Dean. Is something wrong? Are you sick?”

“I just need another drink, I guess,” he doesn’t look at you when you peck Jo’s lips, telling her to wait for you in the back. “Or the whole bottle.”

“On its way,” you coo, grasping for the bottle to place it in front of Dean. “Pay now before you can’t walk straight, Winchester. I’m not your friend anymore and won’t take care of you.”

“Not even my friend anymore, huh?!” Dean must watch you follow Jo to the back. He glances at the bottle, shaking his head before he slams money onto the counter to leave the bar. “Fucking great, dad. She just found a new lover…”

“What was that Jo?” your friend giggles, giving you a wink before she bursts into laughter. “I mean, not that I would mind you kissing me but that was—”

“I heard Dean and thought I should jump in and save you. It’s called fake dating, babe,” you nod, glancing at Jo. The quirky blonde stretches her body, and you admire the way her nipples strain against her thin shirt. “I mean, we can always go on a real date. I don’t mind kissing a hot chick.”

“I don’t want to ruin another friendship, Jo,” your friend leans back in her chair to search your face. “Maybe after I licked my wounds and got better I’m ready to go out again. If I’m ready, you are the first person on my bucket list.”

“I’m taking you up on that, babe,” she grasps for your hand to squeeze it gently. “He’s not worth it, Y/N. Always remember, other mothers have hot daughters to hit on.”

“I know,” you close your eyes for a moment. “I wish I could tell my heart to not long for him any longer. I hate this feeling and the longing for someone you can’t have…”

While you wipe your eyes you miss the longing look Jo gives you. You are right, it’s an awful feeling to long for someone you can’t have...

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sky-falls · 4 years

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I’m Home

Pairings: Rowena MacLeod x Reader , Ex!Jo Harvelle x Reader

Summary: While in a hunt Reader was struck by a curse causing for her to forget about her relationship with Rowena and only remembering her time with Jo.

Warnings: kinda angsty, Jo is still alive here so i guess this is an AU

A/N: I wrote this back then and never really got the courage to post it. This used to be a small fic or idea I have, I decided to turn it into a full on one-shot. Anyways here it is, hope you guys like it! This is my first 2.5k words fic, also feedback will be appreciated! (P.S. I’m in love with both Jo and Rowena)

It was supposed to be an everyday normal hunt; we get a case, track the monsters, go in, and get out in one piece. But everything went south when you were flung across the room with some kind of spell. And upon hitting the wall, you immediately blacked out. The last thing you heard was someone screaming your name.

You woke up to see Sam sitting on a chair beside your bed reading a book, probably doing some research on a case. You tried to sit up only to be hit with waves of pain all around your body. "Oh god-" You yelped. Sam looked up from the book and rushed over to help you, "Take it easy, you've been out for three days."

"What the hell happened?" You groaned. "I feel like shit."

"Well that happens when you get thrown across the room. You wouldn't wake up even after Rowena gave you some of her potions." He chuckled.

"Who?" You asked. "Potions? What are you guys up to? Are you buddies with a witch?"

He just stared at you as if you just said some crazy unbelievable story. "I-I'm sorry what?" He stuttered.

You rolled your eyes at him. "You got some earwax stuck on your ear?" You joked. "Anyways where's my lovely girlfriend?"

Before he could even answer the door opened. Dean peaked in the room and as soon as he saw you sitting up, a smile was quickly painted onto his face. "You're alive!" He cheered as he entered the room. "Gone for three days, who are you Jesus?" He laughed on his own joke. "Very funny Dean, very funny." You replied sarcastically.

"You know what, your evil skank of a girlfriend is worried sick about you. Straight up refused to help us with another case, even went as far as threatening us if you didn't wake up any time soon—'I will make sure you will suffer Winchester if she doesn't wake up'." He said while imitating a Scottish accent.

You laughed, "Since when did Jo had an accent?"

The laughter soon turned into confusion. He turned to Sam trying to find an answer, Sam just looked back at him with the same expression. "Wait Y/N, Jo?" Dean asked. "Is there another Jo? Are we talking about the same Jo?" You replied. "You two are acting weird."

The door opened again and revealed two women walking in the room. A redhead and the girl in question, Jo.

"Darli-"

"Jo!!" You screamed happily. "Babe, look at these two idiotic brothers—they keep asking 'Jo?' when I say my girlfriend. I mean like who else?"

She looked over the two brothers, sharing the same look of confusion written on their faces. She then slowly approached you and checked to see your temperature. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked with genuine concern on her voice. You rolled your eyes at her question. "Seriously, you three drop the act. Especially you," You point to the blonde haired woman. "It's not nice." You finished before pulling her for a kiss and wrapping my arms around her neck.

The little reunion was cut short when Sam cleared his throat causing for Jo to pull away. "Can I talk to all of you for a second...about the case. Outside." Everyone agreed in unison and rushed outside of the room. "You, Y/n, get some rest. We'll be back in a minute." Dean said before closing the door behind him."

As soon as the door closed Rowena was already on Jo's neck. Her eyes were sharp as a dagger, if looks could kill Jo would probably be already dead on the floor. "Abi!" She screamed as she threw Jo across the hall. Then followed by another spell to stop the brothers from tackling her, "Manatee."

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't burn you right now." She threatened.

"She was the one who pulled me in for a kiss-" Jo retorted. Clearly not backing out even though she's currently pinned to the wall.

"Stop it both of you." Sam interjected. "Rowena let's talk about this, clearly there's some kind of reason why Y/N thinks Jo is her current girlfriend." He said trying to reason and calm the raging redhead. After a few minutes of contemplating, she released the other woman and the brothers. Once silence was bestowed upon them, Sam started to give his input on the subject. "Think about it, maybe the reason Y/N's memories are all jumbled up is because she hit her head. Hard. I mean she was in a coma for days, there's no other reason why this is happening or-"

"Jumbled up? The lass forgot about me—it's like my whole existence was wiped out! But she remembers that she's her lover? She's her goddamn ex! This is just purely unacceptable!" Rowena screamed.

Sam raised his finger up to his mouth, signalling for Rowena to keep it down. Trying his best to keep the situation under control.

"As I was saying, or she must've been hit by a curse or spell." Sam continued.

"Rowena, you're a witch right? Isn't there a spell or potion you could use to make her remember?" Dean asked.

Rowena's expression softened. "I did try to wake her up with magic when she was passed out for days—I consulted different books but nothing worked."

"So it's not a curse? She just hit her head really hard?" Jo asked.

"That is possible." Sam answered.

"Can't we just tell her?" Dean asked once more.

"We can't. Forcing a person to remember something has a chance of worsening the situation. I think it would be better to just...let it play out," Sam turned to Rowena. "Are you okay with that?"

"Am I okay with that?" Rowena scoffed, offended that the boy asked such question. "Are you nuts Samuel? You want me to let Y/N be with her ex lover, when I'm the current one?!"

"Alright, I get it."

"You said it yourself, none of the spells or potions worked. So what if there's no spell or potion to make her remember, what do we do then?" Jo asked.

Before Rowena could come up with a sassy remark, a small voice interrupted inside of the room. "Jo!" Y/N called out.

Silence befell onto the group. The dread of letting you go is slowly creeping up on Rowena. She would go miles for you - for both of you, but if things doesn't work out; if you can no longer remember, she knew she had to let go. As hard it is to see you be with someone else rather than her, she knew deep down she had to "let things play out" for your sake. And as Rowena watch Jo go inside your quarters, it felt like time is slowly being rewound. Back to the time where she doesn't exist in your world, back to the time where you had Jo. The sound of laughter chimed inside the room—pure happiness and innocence. That's when she knew she had to let go. And so she let go.

Months with Jo felt amazing, it was like living a teenage dream all over again. The winter air filled the rooftop, it pinches your skin as the New Year's Eve slowly approaches. Firecrackers cracked, laughter and cheers from your small little bunker family can be heard faintly in the background. You stared onto Jo's eyes, you can see her talk but none really made sense. Your mind was too clouded. She was waiting for an answer. A yes? A no? Wait, what was it again?

Your memories feel hazy. Your heart was pounding. Screaming. Yearning.

"Y/N?" She asked. Her smile not wavering, as if she was already certain. Certain of what exactly? Your answer?

There's someone.

A figure burned into the back of your mind. Her hands were warm, it was like summer. It reminds you of waves of fire, it flows so gracefully. No, wait. I think it was somewhat bouncy?

Red?

Maybe its because it's December. It's freezing, that's why you yearn for the summer breeze. Your head feels like it was going to explode. How come you can't remember?

Her? But who's her?

Jo's hand squeezed mine as she spoke again, "Maybe it's too early to ask you to be mine again. So don't worry, we'll take our time." You nodded letting my eyes fall on her emerald necklace.

Green? Why is it so comforting? Like orbs staring onto you, onto your soul. It's like...as if it was home.

Cheers erupted from the background as the countdown starts, signalling for a new year.

10, 9

Why can't you remember?

8, 7

Your mind is screaming that it's not her, that this all is wrong.

6, 5, 4

Her soft pale skin.

Her fiery red hair.

Her emerald eyes.

Suddenly...I remember.

Jo turned to you to greet you a happy new year but stopped when she saw tears running down your cheeks. You know she's hoping that it's not what she thinks it is. Hoping that you were just happy to start a new year with her. But she knows. As you let go of her hand to face her, tears started pooling in her eyes. "I remember." You said.

"I know," she replied as her voice cracks. Trying her best not to look weak in front of you but you can see through the facade—her eyes reflect regret, questions, and sorrow. Silently begging for you not to go, to not let her go. She tried to regain her composure before speaking again.

"Why can't we be together..." she whispered.

"Jo, you already know the answer to that." You reached out and cupped her face. "I'm not gonna lie, my time with you was amazing but our story ended a long time ago. That chapter of my life is already closed."

Tears streamed down her face while she take in every word you said, trying to cherish the limited time we have together. The warmth, the love; the what-used-to-be-home kind of feeling.

"Was I too selfish to dream to have you again?" she asked.

"Maybe." You joked.

"So this is goodbye?"

"Maybe." You answered softly as you pull her in for a hug; holding her one last time as the lover she once knew.

The ride home was cold. You couldn't stop thinking how she is. It must be painful to see me 'love' someone else, and to make it worse you went back to your ex-lover. Did you make her cry? Does she hate me for not remembering? Why are you even asking these questions, of course you made her cry! She probably hates your guts too! Probably stopping by to get some flowers will ease her urge to rip your head off plus it'll serve as a good peace offering, you thought to yourself. Well then, you made a detour to the nearest flower shop before you head home.

You stood at the doorstep with a bouquet in hand. Trembling—not because of the cold, maybe because you're finally meeting her again, the love of your life, after forgetting about her for months. You inhaled the cold winter air, gathering some courage before knocking on the door. The pit on your stomach grew as you await for an answer on the other side of the door. Footsteps approached the door and soon the locks were turning. Your heart beats faster every second that passes by. When the door finally opened, the scent of home filled your lungs. And there she stood, with puffy cheeks and eyes red as hell. She must've been crying all throughout the night. "Y/n?" She asked.

"Hi darling," You answered awkwardly. "I picked out a bouquet for you."

She just stood there with a puzzled looked. She must've thought that you're lost or something.

You took fancy bow and cleared your throat. "My queen, Rowena MacLeod, I would like to greatly apologize for causing you such grief," You paused to look at her reaction. Still a confused expression was painted onto her face. You continued, "I'm no good of a girlfriend as I have forgotten who my great beloved is. I offer you a bouquet of flowers as a symbol of my deepest apology and I hope you that you would still take me back as your ever so lovely girlfriend. And please don't cut my head off."

Her eyes widened from the realization causing for you to chuckle at her expression. Shock took over her body and another set of tears started rolling down her cheeks.

You took a step forward, taking her hand and intertwining it with yours. You dropped the silly act this time and shared your feelings.

"Darling, I terribly am sorry for forgetting you. It took me awhile but I'm back now. I must tell you though, my mind and heart screamed for you all this time. I remember seeing your pale skin, your red hair, your emerald eyes—all of you was embedded in the back of my mind; even if it was clouded and it seemed out of reach, I could see. I could feel you. I really am sorry and I hope you forgive me. I'm here now. And I'm all yours, now and forevermore."

She kissed my cheek and I felt nothing but warmth and acceptance. "Ye wee lad, I've been waiting for you all these time."

You offered her the flowers. A smile creeped onto her face as she took the bouquet in your hands. She raised her eyebrow upon realizing what kind of flowers were in it. "Really lass? Calla lilies and tulips?"

"It means humility, devotion and a symbol for a new beginning-"

"I know what it means darling," She said while cupping your cheek. "I must say, you really did do research and I guess this shows that you do listen to me."

"Of course I listen to you!" You exclaimed. "And after what I put you through, it would be rude of me to come back empty handed, also I don't want you to end up hexing my ass."

"Rude, I would never hex you." She said as she rolled her eyes.

We laughed onto each other's arms, enjoying the warmth, the love, the reunion. The laughter died out and the comfortable silence sets in. You leaned in closer to her, resting your forehead against hers. "So...do you take me back?" You asked. "Hmmm," she tilts her head doing a thinking motion.

"Darling," she whispered as her lips inched closer. And before you could come up with a witty remark she closed the distance between us. Her were lips against yours, and it felt like fireworks has been ignited within you. Our lips danced like it was the New Year's countdown, each second passing by only gets more intense. And as if on cue, as the timer hits zero, she pulled away. "Does that answer your question?" she said.

You nodded and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Welcome home darling."

And you replied with a smile, "I'm home."

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thoughtslikeaminefield · 4 years

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MJ’s Other Characters of SPN (with or w/o Winchesters) Masterlist

SERIES

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings: explicit, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: IN PROGRESS

The Mud On Your Boots - Donna Winchester x Dean Hanscum

Summary: Dean and Donna finally give in.

Warnings: explicit, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex

Words: 8313 - ONGOING

Temporary Scars - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Benny Lafitte

Warnings: explicit, Angst, Donna has intimacy issues, Dean’s the sweetest, self-sabotage, sort of established relationship, Benny’s swoony as fuck, Dean’s in love, tags on each part

Word Count: IN PROGRESS

Where Is My Shiny Gun? - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings: explicit, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood

Word Count: 7785

ONE-SHOTS

Bad Girls Underneath - Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: “As convoluted as the spell is, the outcome is a thing of beauty.”

Warnings: explicit, magical dick/male gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: about 2600

Because You’re Worth It - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: Sam Winchester ends up with his hair cut shorter than it has ever been.

Warnings: crack-ish, mature, fluff, Dean being insensitive about Sam’s glorious mane, Rowena saving the day

Words: 790

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings: explicit, rimming, choking, dreamlike sex, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3200

Carrion - Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Summary: While Sam sleeps, Ruby plays.

Warnings: explicit, dark contemplation, somnophilia

Words: 341

Celibacy, Interrupted - Jody Mills x Sam Winchester

SPN Kink Bingo Square Filled: Facials

Warnings: blow job, cum on face, sam has no refractory period bc this is fic

Word Count: 573

Foxholes - Annie Hawkins x Bobby Singer/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Summary: Annie recalls time spent with each man and what their facial hair told her about them.

Warnings: mature language and references to sexual activity

Words: 349

If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Summer 2019 Follower Celebration Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Warnings: mature

Words: 629

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1069

I Know All Your Graces - Donna Hanscum x female reader, mentions of Dean Winchester x Donna + reader

Summary: @fandommaniacx asked – Donna x fem!reader with the line “that sounded a lot better in my head” please?

Warnings: explicit, fisting, breast play

Words: 689

Magic Sex & French Fries - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Summary: @icemankazansky asked: I LOVE YOU, TOO. Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don’t care. 😘

Warnings: explicit, sex pollen, fisting, confuzzled boys

Words: 995

Meanwhile… - Sam Winchester x Jody Mills

Summer 2019 Follower Celebration Prompt: I don’t even remember your rules, but listen Sam and Jody hooked up while Dean was banging the porn star.

Warnings: explicit

Words: 500

Moving Furniture - Steve!Cas x Meg Masters 2.0

Summary: She’s been gone for a year – sacrificed herself to save Sam and her unicorn – but Cas still dreams about her.

Warnings: non-explicit dream sex, fluff, shmoop, there’s a dog

Words: 2037

Not Fade Away - Emmanuel!Cas x Meg Masters

Summary: During a pit stop for gas and snacks, Meg promises to keep an eye on Emmanuel while Dean does his shopping.

Warnings: mature, Meg shenanigans, coming while clothed

Words: 357

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna x Jody, Donna x Jody x Sam + Dean (kinda)

Summary: @cracksinthewalls asked: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky showerhead, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display. Really, really enjoy. In fact, once the boys drive off to head home, they decide to help each other work out their frustrations. 😉

Warnings: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, voyeurism

Words: 995

Smokestack Lighting - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Summary: It’s been a long time coming, and the dam finally breaks.

Warnings: explicit, height difference, sex magic

Words: 2201

Till The Clock Struck On The Twelve - Jo Harvelle x Ruby 2.0

Summary: Jo and Ruby hit the town. Ruby dons a necktie and insists on being called Daddy for the night.

Warnings: mature, purple prose, male gaze forbidden, Daddy Kink

Words: 325

Whiskey, Leather, and Lace - Arthur Ketch x female reader/character

Summary: She doesn't love him.

Warnings: explicit, bondage, panty gag, orgasm control

Words: 400

You Want It, You’re Wanted - Sam Winchester x Gabriel

Summary: Mutual gratification is the name of the game.

Warnings: mature, Wartenberg wheel, tiny bit of blood

Words: 323

#supernatural fic #donna hanscum fic #benny lafitte fic #jo harvelle fic #ruby 2.0 fic #castiel fic #meg masters fic #rowena macleod fic #jody mills fic

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crashdevlin · 5 years

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Cave Quid Optes Masterlist

Author’s Note: Cave Quid Optes is part three of the series of series that started with A Hard Ten and a Soft Four. This is gonna hurt, y'all. I'm sorry. I am so sorry. ‘Cave Quid Optes’ means ‘Be careful what you wish for’.

Summary: Everything is great in 2029. Everyone is happy, life is good. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Dean x plus-sized!Reader, Sam x Madison, Charlie x Kyra, Darkest Timeline!Sam x plus-sized!Reader (noncon), Darkest Timeline!Dean x Jo Harvelle,

Story Warnings: 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! unprotected sex, fingering, oral (fem rec), bad things, noncon, held hostage, drug use, mentions of suicide and infanticide,

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Prologue Not My Home Down but Not Out Smile Escape Hiding Out of Luck Road Trip Granted Highest Power Safe TBA

#cassie teaser #cassie wrote a thing

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team-free-will-oneshots · 5 years

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Sleepover (Friends Forever)

Title: Sleepover (Friends Forever) Summary: Jo Harvelle considers you one of her closest friends. Little does she know, your feelings for her go a lot deeper than just friendship. Based on ‘Sleepover’ by Hayley Kiyoko. Pairing: Jo Harvelle x Fem!Reader Warnings: light angst/pining, some swearing, ends with fluff Word Count: 2.7k

note; pride month may be over but i’m still gay. also this does not fit into the canon timeline at all, i realise that, just go with it pls lmao

Masterlist

“Hey, can you help me with my zip?” Jo asked, holding up her dress as she ducked her head into the room. Your head shot up, and you swallowed hard before nodding.

“Y-yeah, of course,” you said, forcing a smile to your face as you stepped into the bathroom where Jo was getting ready. Your brothers, Sam and Dean, were working a case against a particularly powerful warlock and needed someone to seduce him. As their little sister, they insisted that you were out of the question (despite your protests), but Jo was all too happy to volunteer - it gave her a chance to get out of the bar and finally get in some hunting, much to Ellen’s ire.

Such thoughts fled your mind as Jo turned around, sweeping her long hair away from her neck as she ducked her head. You rested a hand on her shoulder, your touch featherlight over her warm skin as you dragged up the zip with shaking fingertips. After clasping it, you stepped away like her touch burned you. And in a way, it did - Jo was like the sun. Bright, beautiful, and sure to cause you pain if you let yourself get too close. Of course, it might have been too late for that.

“Thanks,” she said, casting you a grin as she turned to the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair, sighing. “Do y’reckon you could work some miracles with my hair, as well?” she asked. “I might know my way around a gun, but a curling iron? A little out of my league,” she remarked, and you laughed.

“Mine too,” you admitted. Not the only thing out of my league, your mind added wistfully, watching as Jo tossed her hair back over her shoulder, so carelessly beautiful you couldn’t help but stare. You lowered your gaze. “But I’ll try. Here, sit down,” you said, dragging a chair into the room that Jo promptly plopped herself onto. The curling wand was already heated, so you ran your fingers lightly through her long tresses, the gold strands spilling like silk through your fingertips. You ignored the warmth of her body as she leaned back against your waist, closing her eyes as your fingertips gently parted her hair.

“Feels nice,” she murmured, eyes falling closed and a contented smile gracing her features.

“It’s easier when the other party’s not struggling,” you said with a laugh, and her eyebrows creased in puzzled amusement.

“Sounds like there’s a story there,” she prompted, and you couldn’t bite back your grin as you curled a lock of her hair around the wand, holding it there for a moment before letting it fall down in a neat coil.

“Back when we were kids… Dean was off on a hunt with Dad, and I needed someone to play princesses with. Sam stepped up - but he didn’t realise that entailed a makeover, as well,” you said, smiling fondly at the memories as you picked up another section of hair. “I think he still has the scars.”

Jo laughed, a sound that made your heart leap along with the sparkle of delight in her eyes.

“I’d pay good money to see that,” she said.

“Wish I could help you out, but Sam burned all the pictures I took with my shitty little disposable camera,” you informed her, and she pouted playfully.

“Too bad,” she lamented. You nodded, letting the last piece of hair fall as you grabbed a hairbrush from the sink. Jo hummed as you ran it through her hair, and you ignored the way her smile made your heart race. Wasn’t it just your luck to have a crush on a straight girl?

Well, it wasn’t like the Winchesters, in general, had particularly good luck with women - you supposed you could’ve drawn a shorter straw than this.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Jo asked, raising an inquisitive brow and jolting you from your thoughts. You shook your head.

“N-nothing. There, all done,” you said, putting down the brush as you stepped back and squirted a fine mist of hair spray over your work. Jo half frowned, not convinced, but let it go as she got to her feet and ruffled her hair. Her frown was erased with a pleased grin.

“It looks great! Thanks!” she exclaimed, shooting you a cheeky smile that lit up her whole face and ignited a wave of swirling butterflies in your stomach. You cleared your throat, smiling back tamely as you tried to stop yourself from imagining those soft, smiling lips meeting yours.

Not gonna happen, you reminded yourself. She’s not interested. Stop it.

Her face fell, and she sent a stern look your way, folding her arms and leaning against the wall.

“Okay, come on. Something’s wrong. What is it?” she demanded, her voice taking on a hard edge. You laughed dryly.

“It’s nothing,” you insisted, and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re being weird. Spill.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing - really. Just… feeling a bit alone, I guess,” you said vaguely, and Jo’s mouth curved into a sympathetic frown. She reached forward, her hand finding yours, warm and soft and firm as her fingers twined with your own.

“Well, you’re not. You’ve got me. Friends forever, right? Us girls gotta stick together,” she said, winking at you. An empty smile stretched over your face, contrary to the aching in your chest.

“Right. Friends forever,” you murmured. How were you supposed to explain that even when she held your hand, there was no erasing the blue feeling that had overtaken you? Every one of her smiles, her carefree laughs and affectionate touches had you wishing, longing for something she could never give you - how were you supposed to explain that to her without making her feel uncomfortable? You cared about her - god, you cared about her so much, and you couldn’t risk losing that - couldn’t risk ‘making it weird.’

“You ready?”

Dean’s voice rang from the bedroom, and Jo looped her arm with yours and dragged you in with her. Your brother whistled when he saw Jo, his eyes raking her up and down, and you fought back the urge to roll your eyes. She smirked, pulling away from you to twirl once for him. He raised his eyebrows, licking his lips once before shaking his head.

“Damn, Jo. You clean up nice,” he remarked stiffly, and she threw him a flirty wink that made your heart sink. Of course she was interested in your brother - that seemed to be just your luck. The cherry on top of the cake, as it were.

“I know,” she replied confidently, before spinning back to you with bright eyes. “C’mon, let’s go gank this son of a bitch,” she said, and you gulped, nodding nervously and snatching your gun from where you’d left it on the bed.

“Right. Let’s go.”

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“Well, that was easy!” Jo exclaimed as the two of you stumbled back to her bedroom, exhausted and sticky with sweat and splatters of blood. You chuckled, kicking off your boots and peeling off your socks as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“I’ll say - did you see his face when you pulled that knife on him? I’ve never seen a guy so torn between panic and arousal,” you snickered, and she beamed.

“Damn right,” she said brightly. “But did you see yourself in there? I think I had some competition,” she teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, right. Too bad for him, I don’t play for his team,” you said with a laugh, before freezing as you realised exactly what words had fled your adrenaline-fuelled mouth. She paused, and you could see her mind racing behind her eyes as she quirked an interested eyebrow.

“R-really?” she asked, voice soft, teeth tugging on her lower lip as she appraised you thoughtfully. You kicked yourself.

Fuck, your brain hissed. Fuck fuck fuck - you made it weird, right on, Y/N. Look at how she’s looking at you! You done fucked up!

You smiled nervously. “I- um- I mean-” You sighed - there was no use trying to cover it up, now. “Well, yeah. That’s… is that okay?” Your voice was timid, and it seemed to snap her from her thoughts.

“Yeah, of course!” she was quick to assure you. “You’re still Y/N - friends forever and all that, right?” she said, tone a little too bright to be genuine. You felt a pit in your stomach, and you nodded.

“Yeah. Friends forever,” you mumbled. “Look, um… can you not mention it to Sam and Dean just yet? I haven’t really told them, and…”

Jo’s all-too-bright smile fell into one of empathy, and she stepped forward to touch your shoulder, fingertips lingering a little too long on your arm as she ran her hand soothingly down its side. Her touch sent shivers down your spine and raised goosebumps on your skin, and you were grateful for the long-sleeved flannel that hid your reaction to her caress.

“I get it,” she said quietly, and there was a raw, turbulent sincerity in her eyes that you couldn’t quite place. She cleared her throat, ducking her head and shaking it once before her eyes met yours again, composed and steady. “I won’t mention it.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly, and the two of you held eye contact, caught in a lingering moment of peace and familiarity that seemed to belong only to the both of you. You were lost in her eyes, wide and warm, only accentuated by the smudge of black eyeliner beneath them. She’d sweat off most of the makeup she’d been wearing for the case, leaving only a hint of smeared red lipstick fading from her lips and the faint, glittery sheen of highlight on her cheekbones, blending into the sweat that had her hair clinging to her temples.

She was beautiful.

You were startled out of your reverie when you heard a rapping at Jo’s bedroom door, and the two of you quickly drew away. Jo crossed her arms defensively, sighing, before responding;

“Come in!” she called, voice laced with irritation. The door swung open to reveal Sam, whose eyes sought yours.

“Sorry. Y/N, Dean and I are ready to head off when you are,” he declared, and you sighed.

“Just let me shower first,” you muttered, but Jo was quick to interject.

“Why don’t you stay here the night? There’s plenty of room, no need to rush off right away,” Jo protested, before shooting you a sly smile. “Besides, Y/N and I have plenty of catching up to do.”

Sam shrugged. “Sounds good to me - I’ll let Dean know,” he said, smiling once before turning away and letting the door fall shut behind him. As you heard his footsteps fade, Jo looked to you.

“Well, I dunno about you, but I’m ready for a shower,” she declared.

“Dibs next,” you replied, a smile stretching over your face. “Should I go find an air mattress or something while you’re busy?”

She scoffed. “Why would you need that? My bed’s plenty big for both of us. Watch out, though - I hog the covers,” she said, winking before walking into the bathroom, the door swinging shut in time with the sway of her hips. You blinked. She wasn’t… she wasn’t flirting with you, was she?

You quickly shook the thought away. No - impossible. You were reading too deeply into things. There was no way she… not after she’d looked at Dean like that… no. She wasn’t flirting - just being friendly, you thought decisively, settling back onto the bed and scrolling through your phone as you waited.

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By the time you’d both cleaned up, you were all but dead on your feet - as easy as it might have been, a hunt was a hunt - exhausting. You stumbled to the bed with leaden feet, running your fingers through your damp hair as you collapsed next to Jo, sliding under the covers and swallowing back the butterflies as Jo curled in close to you, her body heat quickly warming you up far more effectively than the steam of the shower. You felt nervous sweat prickle on the back of your neck as her legs wound with yours, bare skin on bare skin.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a sleepover,” she mused, and you laughed.

“Me neither,” you whispered, voices soft in the darkness cloaking the room. “What do people even talk about?”

She shrugged, chewing her lower lip as she considered. A mischievous grin crossed her face, and she nudged you playfully. “I know. Who do you have a crush on?” she asked in a teasing, sing-song voice. You rolled your eyes, hoping to cover up the panic that had flared in your chest at the question.

“Me? I think I should be asking you,” you countered, giving her a knowing smile and fighting to keep your voice even. Her brow furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

You raised an inquiring eyebrow. “I saw the looks between you and Dean. What’s going on there?” you asked, forcing yourself to keep your tone casual. Jo stared at you for a moment, before the comfortable silence was broken by the loud peals of her laughter.

“You- you think I like Dean?” she demanded. “No no no no no, I mean, we flirt sometimes, but- it’s nothing like that,” she chuckled. “There is a certain Winchester I happen to like a great deal, though,” she said, a shy smile spreading over her lips. Your brows shot your hairline.

“Sam? Really?” you asked in surprise, and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head. You made a face. “My dad?”

She slapped you playfully. “No, you idiot!” she said in exasperation. You looked at her expectantly.

“What? Then… who?” you asked, overwhelmed in your cluelessness. She rolled her eyes, but her playful demeanour turned tentative and nervous as she prolonged her silence. You saw her swallow, pressing her lips together as her fingers nervously fiddled with the bedsheet. The springs creaked as she shifted closer, the two of you almost chest to chest when she finally raised her gaze.

“Take a guess,” she whispered, before leaning forward to seal her lips to yours.

You froze against her mouth, and she drew back anxiously, but as soon as her lips left your own you were leaning forward to catch them again. She smiled into the kiss, her mouth soft on yours, tasting of mint toothpaste as your hand found her waist over the thin cotton fabric of her sleep shirt. Jo hummed pleasantly, her hand moving to rest on your cheek and her thumb smoothing over your skin as her tongue found yours, playing a teasing game of touch-and-go that had your heart racing and your hands shaking as you lost yourself in the taste of her, in the soft press of her body against yours. You could smell the apple scent of her shampoo, the freshly laundered smell of her clothes as she ran her hand down from your cheek to find a home at your neck, sneaking around to thread through your hair as she tilted your chin back so she could move her lips to your jaw, kissing down your throat…

Pulling back breathlessly, you exchanged astonished smiles as your chest quickly rose and fell, desperate for the air it had been deprived of during your sweet kiss.

“I-I thought you were straight,” you managed to gasp, and Jo’s face twisted in amusement.

“Did that seem straight to you?” she teased, raising your hand to her lips and grazing a kiss over your knuckles. “‘Sides, I thought you were straight.”

You snorted, and she grinned, her hand moving down to rest on your hip as she leaned in and rested her forehead against yours. Although the two of you were blanketed in the night, the room felt the furthest thing from dark - Jo still shone like the sun, her touch burning and her eyes gleaming bright with passion as they found yours.

“What happened to friends forever?” you breathed, and Jo smirked.

“I can think of something better,” she whispered, before surging forward to kiss you.

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ao3feed-crowley · 5 years

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Harder Than it Looks

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2M84G8x

by reigningqueenofwords

Words: 2043, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Taking Azeroth by Storm

Fandoms: World of Warcraft, WoW - Fandom, Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Gordon, Crowley, Lucifer, Ruby, Castiel, Meg

Relationships: Jo x fem!Reader

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2M84G8x

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Crowley

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ao3feed-castiel · 5 years

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Harder Than it Looks

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2M84G8x

by reigningqueenofwords

Words: 2043, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Taking Azeroth by Storm

Fandoms: World of Warcraft, WoW - Fandom, Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Gordon, Crowley, Lucifer, Ruby, Castiel, Meg

Relationships: Jo x fem!Reader

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2M84G8x

#IFTTT #cas #castiel #spn #supernatural #ao3feed

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 9 months

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Wayward Daughter

Wayward Daughter https://ift.tt/v3AuO6D by seniaasaysstuff05 Where Alexandra Potter is finally found. Mysteries are unraveled and chaos Insues. Watching the Series, Supernatural x Harry Potter. FEM! Oc x Dean Winchester x Castiel. Chapters will show bits and pieces of all the seasons. But will mainly focus of Alexandra and Dean’s romance. Crossposted from my wattpad @moonromano. Only on Wattpad and Ao3. So if you see this on any other platform, please let me know! Words: 810, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Cain (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jessica Moore (Supernatural), James Potter, John Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Azazel (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Reader, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, John Winchester’s A+ parenting - Relationship, Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle, Cain & Dean Winchester, Gabriel & Rowena MacLeod, Gabriel/Rowena MacLeod, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills Additional Tags: watching the movies, watching the series, Season/Series 01, Reaction, Protective Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Domestic Fluff, Romance, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Alive Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Protective Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Parental Ellen Harvelle, Parental Bobby Singer (Supernatural), lily potter is salty asf, Parental Rowena MacLeod, Mark of Cain (Supernatural), Parental Gabriel (Supernatural), Badass Death the Horseman (Supernatural), Fix-It, John Winchester Has Issues, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Original Character(s), Married Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Angels are Dicks (Supernatural) via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/z8VsLag January 07, 2024 at 04:20PM

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'#Destiel #ao3feed #ao3feed Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Dean Winchester/Castiel #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Dean x Castiel #Castiel x Dean

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justagirlinafandomworld · 5 years

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Hey it’s me again haha, hope it’s okay to send in two requests! if not just ignore this one, but could you do jo harvelle with prompt 12, romantic relationship, please? 💕

Love the second request! I couldn’t get away from the angst on this one. Almost 10 years later and I’m still not over her death.

Pairing: Jo Harvelle x Reader

Word Count: 481

Prompt: “Are you really here or am I dreaming?”

It was cold. The ground hard at your back. Your head split in pain and your arm lifted sluggishly to investigate. Your hand pulled away, your eyes squinted through the darkness. Blood coated your fingers, sticky and wet.

A groan racked your ribcage, your hand fell away and your breathing hitched.

“Are you really here or am I dreaming?”

She smiled down at you, your angel with her halo of gold. Her skin, in the darkness was gray, but her eyes still danced in the way you remembered and her smile was radiant. Your heart physically beat faster and you absently wondered if you would have a heart attack.

“I don’t want to be dreaming.” You whispered, your voice breaking as tears stung your eyes.

Her smile faltered. She reached a hand forward, her golden hair spilling over her shoulder to tickle the curve of your cheek.

“Come on, babe. It’s time to get up.”

You wanted to shake your head. You would lie there forever if it meant you could stare into her face. Your stubbornness burned hotly and you willed yourself to flatten completely against the pavement biting into your back.

Her mouth pulled into a frown. She settled herself to kneel beside you.

“You have to get up. The vultures are circling.”

“Let them come.” You could feel it now. The blood spilling from the wound at your head and your side. The closer the vampires got to you, the colder you felt. It was unsettling.

“Hey,” Her hand cupped your cheek and you swore you were in heaven. You yearned to shut your eyes at the contact, to revel in the touch you hadn’t felt for years. But, again, you willed yourself still, to gaze upon her face. You were not going to miss one moment. “It isn’t your time yet. And you are not going down like this, do you hear me? You are a fighter. You are my fighter. Baby, please.”

A tear fell from her eyes to splash on your cheek.

Your mouth trembled, your resolve crumbling at her tears.

“Are you safe?” You fought through the sobs bubbling at your throat. “Are you happy?”

She leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, her lips soft, but the force strong. She dropped her forehead to yours and both your eyes shut as once again you could taste the air she was breathing.

“I am safe. And I will be happy when you are safe too.” She then pressed her lips to yours. This was gentle and warm and you could feel electricity shoot to your fingertips and toes. You followed her lips upwards and suddenly you were sitting up and she was gone.

With a gasp you came to. Lying flat on the cold concrete with Sam hovering over you, a bloodied machete in his grip.

“Good girl,” He breathed in relief.

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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Slumber party

Request: Hey so I know it sounds a bit ridiculous, haha but just imagine Sam and Dean coming back from a hunt to find you have a slumber party with Jess and all the other girls from Supernatural? Jo, Ellen, Charlie, Rowena.. can you imagine 😍

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jess Moore

Characters: Rowena MacLeod, Meg Masters, Bela Talbot, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Claire Novak, Alex Jones, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills, Charlie Bradbury

Warnings: getting drunk, games, talk about sex, awkward situations, implied smut

A/N: For my story everyone is alive.

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“Alright, who’s next?” Charlie spins the bottle, grinning at you when it points at you once again. “Aw, look! It’s Y/N’s turn again. Now, truth or dare?”

“Charlie, this is not how the game is played! And why does the bottle always point at me? This is five times in a row!” you complain. “I wanna have more drinks, food, and play another game.”

“No, we want to play truth or dare Bela style,” Bela smirks, handing you another margarita. “My recipe, babe. You won’t get drunk but feel like you are walking on air.”

“You are the devil,” looking around the library you narrow your eyes. “All of you are evil.”

“I don’t know about the others,” Rowena coos, patting your thigh, “but I used to be a bad girl, my dear. Now, truth or dare.” The witch sits next to you on a large pillow, joining the circle once again.

“Truth or dare,” Alex and Claire singsong. “And drinks for all of us!” the girls longingly look at the margarita in your hand. “Please?”

“No drinks for you, kiddos,” you sip at your next drink, letting the too-sweet liquid run down your throat. “You are twenty, Claire. One more year, sweetie.”

“Only one,” Claire complains. “Please, Jody? Maybe at least a beer? All of you got drinks all night long.”

“Nope,” Jody pops the p, smirking as both girls sigh deeply. “Next year you can have as many drinks as you want to at our annual sleepover at the bunker.”

“Wait, that’s the first sleepover at the bunker,” Jess snickers when you whip your head toward Jody. “I mean, we can do it again when the guys are out of town to not disturb our party.”

“We should do this every weekend,” Charlie raises her glass. “I usually don’t drink that much, but this is fun.”

“Uh-huh. You only enjoy seeing us all in our pajamas, young lady,” Donna nods her head knowingly. “I bet you like my cute ass the most.”

“Oh, I don’t have a favorite yet,” Charlie lets her eyes wander, checking all of your friends out. “Nah, we are friends. I can’t get into your pants.”

“Why?” Bela asks, handing another drink to Rowena. “We are all friends and, I kissed a girl more than once.” She smirks at Jess. “I bet little miss sunshine over there had her fair share of dirty kisses with girls too.”

“How do you wanna know?” Jess grunts. “I am the kiss and not tell kind of girl, Ms. Talbot. If you want to know more about my dirty experiences, you need to mix me a lot more margaritas, lady.”

“I bet Samuel and you’ve got dirty and kinky sex. He doesn’t carry handcuffs and ropes around only for hunting purposes I assume,” Rowena raises her glass, snickering at Jess’s pained expression. “I knew he’s a kinky man.”

“Rowena, can you just not,” you whisper. “You know Jess doesn’t like to talk about her sex life and, I live here too. I can never face Sam again if I get to know more about his preferences in the bedroom than I already know.”

“Oh, you know things?” now Meg scoots closer to poke your thigh. “Details. NOW! I need to know everything. Maybe I can use a trick or two on Castiel.”

“Ladies, don’t we have a round of truth and dare to play?” Ellen walks into the library, carrying a large bowl of popcorn. “It was Y/N’s turn, wasn’t it?”

“Mom, where is the good stuff? Didn’t we buy more chips?” Jo rummages in one of the bags, cursing under her breath. “Who stole my stuff?”

“Sorry,” munch. Charlie shrugs when the blonde gives her a dirty look. “I didn’t know it was your stuff. I got hungry after three margaritas. What can I say?”

“There is more in the kitchen, Jo. Chips, ice cream, sweets, chocolate. Whatever your heart desires,” now Bela giggles as Rowena exclaims Jo wants a big dick, not food.

“Rowena!”

“What? I can sense her frustration,” the red-head shrugs. “Now, back to the game. Y/N, what will you choose this time? Dare again?”

“Truth,” you grumble. “But lemme down my drink first. I can’t answer one more question about my life without another drink.”

“Cheers to that,” Donna raises her glass. “May all of our sleepovers be blessed with booze, food, and light conversations. May we all be still alive at our next slumber party.”

“Amen to that,” Meg nods, giving Donna a pained smile.

“Bitch, give me another drink,” you slur. “Now, Bela. Hurry or you’ll never be our bartender again, babe.”

“Alright,” Charlie claps her hands, waiting for everyone to join the circle on the floor again. “Y/N, did you already have sex with Dean?”

You choke on your drink, coughing as everyone looks at you, expectantly.

“Come on, spill it. I have a dry spell for months,” Jo complains.

“You will not have sex before you turn thirty-five,” Ellen warns, pointing her index finger at Jo. “I mean it, Joanna Beth.”

“Back to Y/N and Dean,” Meg insists. “So, did you ride his dick? Can his cock keep up with his cocky attitude? I always wondered if the rumors about Dean’s stamina are true.”

“Is he thick?” Bela wants to know. “Come on, girl. Don’t leave us hanging. We all need juicy details.”

“Guys, I didn’t—I mean Dean and I are friends only. He—he doesn’t see me that way. Uh—Dean would never make a move,” you answer honestly. “Why would he? We are buddies, ya know.”

“Nonsense,” Jess interjects, sipping on her third margarita. “Dean eye-fucks you every time he gets the chance to. Friends don’t strip your clothes off with their eyes and imagine you writhe on their cock. I bet he imagines railing you like there is no tomorrow.”

Everyone looks at Jess with wide eyes. The blonde usually hold back when it comes to sex, but now she shrugs, giving you a smirk. “If he’s only a little bit like Sam, you are in for a wild ride, babe. He’ll fuck you so good.”

“Jess,” gasping you watch your friend talk about her sex life with Sam, Dean being into you and Bela’s margaritas. “How do you wanna know?”

“I have eyes?” she says. “Oh-there he is. SAMMY!” she jumps up, to run toward Sam and Dean who, walk into the library, guns aimed.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Dean exclaims, securing his gun when his eyes land on you and the girls sitting on the floor, drinking and joking. “I thought we got intruders. WAIT! Did you plan a slumber party?”

“Kinda,” smiling sheepishly at Dean you try to hide you and the girls planned the sleepover for months. “We thought we could exchange information and have a few drinks.”

“Why don’t you stay?” Jess whines, tugging at Sam’s wrist. “Come on, baby. We can have a few drinks and play games. We got food too.”

“Aw, I wanna braid his hair,” Charlie jumps up to help Jess drag the tall hunter toward you and the others. “Can we Sammy? Please.”

“They are drunk,” the elder brother grunts, smirking when you get up to offer a slice of pizza to the hunter. “But they got nice food and drinks.”

“Will ya join us too, Deanie?” already dragging the hunter toward your large pillow, giggling as he mutters under his breath you feel your heart flutter. “You can sit with me, Dean. The pillow is big enough for the both of us.”

“Look who’s about to cuddle,” Charlie says, watching Dean awkwardly sit down on your pillow, legs spread wide.

“Shut up, Charlie, and braid Sam’s hair. I’ve got this,” you slump down onto the pillow to sit between Dean’s legs.

“Whoa, careful there,” Dean grunts when you rest your back against his chest. You pat his thighs, sighing as he’s warm and smells too good. “Y/N?”

“Shush, just watch Charlie braid Sam’s hair,” you watch Claire, Charlie, and Alex fight over Sam’s hair. “Aw, he will look so pretty. WAIT! We can style your hair too, Dean.”

“Over my dead body, sweetheart. Now, what are we playing?” he asks, looking around the library. “When did you get all the stuff in here? We were gone for like a day.”

“Teamwork, Winchester,” Jo wildly gestures around the room. “We are capable of so many things.”

“I can see that,” Sam grunts. “Jess, a little help here, babe?”

“Nah, let them have fun.”

“Truth or dare! Truth or dare!” Meg snickers when you throw her an angry look. “Y/N was about to tell is if you already fucked.”

“Jess said,” Bela slurs, “you eye-fucked Y/N like insane or something. I forgot.” She sits next to Charlie to watch the others braid Sam’s hair.

“Tell us, Dean!” the girls begin to chant. Jody and Donna stay out of the discussion. They smile to themselves as Dean awkwardly wraps one arm around your waistline, stopping you from grinding your ass into his growing erection.

“That is enough,” Dean raises his voice. “Alright. You will all brush your teeth now, drink water and look for a bed. Just not mine. I will take care of Y/N. She’s drunk, just like all of you. Claire and Alex should already be asleep.”

“Dean, don’t be such a prude,” Charlie whines as the hunter gets up from the pillow to carefully pick you up in bridal style. “Aw, you want Y/N all to yourself.”

“Charlie, you should stop,” Sam warns. “Dean is right. It’s past 4 am. We can extend the sleepover and have a little party over the weekend, ladies.”

“YAY!” everyone cheers. Everyone but you and Dean who carries you out of the library to bring you to his room.

“Dean, I hope you make her orgasm at least twice!” Meg calls after the hunter.

“Oh, my dear. I can tell, he will give her more than two,” Rowena chuckles lightly. “Now, I want one last drink and then, we will call it a day…”

“Drinking, having a party, and talking about sex,” Dean covers you with his blanket. “We are going to have a serious conversation in the morning, Y/N.”

“Why? I wanted to have a party,” whining you watch Dean crawl under the sheets to join you. “Uh—why am I at your room?”

“I must keep an eye on you. Those women are dangerous,” he says, hovering over you to peck your hair. “Next time, invite me too. I love to play truth and dare.”

“Fine, but you’ll pay for the snacks, Winchester.”

“Ya know, we could play another round right now,” watching you turn around he smirks. “Truth or dare, sweetheart.”

“Truth,” you whimper as he leans closer to brush his lips over your cheek.

“Do you want me to make you orgasm?”

“Yes…I think…uh—”

“Good choice,” Dean cups your cheek to kiss you softly. “I’ll ask you the same question when you are sober, sweetheart. If the answer is still yes, I’ll make your scream my name…”

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Mother’s Boy

Summary: You want a man, not a mother’s boy.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Jo Harvelle

Warnings: angst, language, Mary being a bitch, harassment, mentions of alcohol abuse, break-up, strong reader, a hint of fluff, remorse, hopeful ending, Sam is afraid of a dry spell

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Dean why is your mom here too?” you look at Mary sit at your table, in your favorite restaurant. “I thought we wanted to have a romantic dinner, not another fallout with your mom.”

People might get the wrong idea and think you hate Mary.

Well, you hate her. She’s the devil in disguise, hides her evilness behind a fake smile and her friendly attitude in front of Dean.

“She’s lonely since dad left her, okay,” Dean ever the good son tries to talk you into sharing his attention for months. It’s not like you didn’t try to warm up to Mary, you really tried but she’s just evil, and her son doesn’t see it. “Please, for me sweetheart.”

“Baby, I’m trying so hard to like her, but every time we want to be alone, or you bring me around for family dinner, she harasses me the moment you leave the room,” you sigh deeply, already feeling the headache return. “Dean, this can’t go on forever. I talked to Cassie last month, and she told me Mary did the same to her.”

“That’s a lie,” you flinch at Dean’s harsh tone, but don’t give in. Not this time. “Mom would never do such a thing.”

“Yeah, when you are around she pretends to like me or at least tries to not let her façade crumble. Problem is, the moment you are not around, she begins to talk low about me. Hell, she called me a gold-digger, Dean.”

“You have to understand, we met a few months ago and I brought you home. I never bring a girl home, sweetheart,” Dean pecks your cheek, and you swallow the anger bubbling up once again. “Let’s have a nice dinner.”

“Fine,” you let go of Dean’s hand, missing he gasps when you pull your chair, not waiting for him to do so. “Hello Mary, how are you?”

Two can play a game so you put on your sweetest smile, sit down opposite Mary and try to ignore the nagging feeling Dean will never take your side.

“Fine, just fine,” you can hear the venom in her tone and feel her hatred for you with every false word leave her lips. “I hope you are fine too. How’s work at the diner?”

“She works at a library too,” Dean is fast to correct his mother as if he’s ashamed you belong to the working class, not born in wealth like he and his brother.

“For now,” you correct, hiding you study medicine while working three jobs. Dean never asked about your dream or what you want to do in your life.

Honestly, you met at a bar and ended up in the backseat of his car one night.

You never planned to see him again, but the next morning, you woke at his apartment, wrapped in his arms and he promised to never let you go again.

“Oh, do you want to become a housewife after my son proposed?” Mary spats, still that sweet smile on her lips. “I knew you are after his money, nothing else. Why would a girl like you go after my son? He can’t even handle his life without my help.”

“No, I do not want to become a housewife,” you retort. “No offense, I admire every woman who stays at home and takes care of kids, household, and her husband but this is not who I am.”

“Mom, what do you want to eat,” again, Dean doesn’t side with you, ignores Mary’s attacks. “Pasta maybe?”

“What do you want then?” she won’t stop, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, groaning at the pounding in your head and the weak man by your side.

It’s hard to keep your cool when the mother of the man you love harasses you right in front of him, in the middle of a restaurant.

“Well, I study medicine to become a doctor,” Dean gasps when you get up from your chair to toss the napkin onto the table. “I’m almost finished and, I already got a great job offer in New York.”

“New York?” your boyfriend jumps up to grasp for your hand, but you flinch away. “Sweetheart, why did you never tell me about your plans?” Dean steps closer to you; tries to cup your cheek but you won’t have it.

“Dean, you never asked,” you shrug. “What did I expect from a man fucking me in the backseat of his car. I pretend you can be more than a good fuck, but you are not. Thank you for making my decision to move to New York easier. I wanted to take a job here to be with you.”

“Baby girl, what are you talking about,” Dean stammers.

“I need a man, not a boy by my side. I believed you are a man, the perfect partner but I was wrong,” you turn on your heels, ignore Mary has a triumphal smirk on her lips when you give up on Dean. “Go and suckle at your mothers’ tits, because you will never touch me again in your life.”

You storm off, ignore Dean runs after you, calling your name. He reaches out for you, tries to grasp for your arm but you swat his hand away.

“Don’t Dean. I told you your mother is the worst. I guess someone working hard for her money is not good enough for her eldest son, her beloved Deany.”

“Baby girl, please,” he tries one last time, but you give him a sad smile. “You will break up with me, right?”

“I already did, at the table when you did not stand up for me,” you press a soft kiss to his lips, let your touch linger for a moment. “I love you, but I love myself more to not let your mother harass me. If you grow up and find a nice girl again, do not let Mary make her life living hell…”

“Baby girl,” Dean watches you walk away and out of his life, knowing there is nothing he can do to make you stay.

“Wait, you invited mom to your special dinner with Y/N? Dean, that was stupid,” Sam shakes his head in disbelief. “I told you to stop looking the other way when it comes to mom. Dad gave up months ago.”

“Son, Y/N is a great girl. Pretty, smart and she has a nice ass,” John whips his head toward the kitchen to make sure Jess can’t hear him talk about your ass.

“Dad, can you just not talk like that about my girlfriend? Isn’t it enough mom ruined my relationship?” Dean shoots his father an angry look. “What can I do now? I—I love her, and I don’t want to lose my girl.”

“Dean, I hate to say it, but you are the last person Y/N wants to see right now. If you want to get her back, talk to mom first. She needs to realize you are not a child anymore and that you are in love with Y/N,” John pats his son’s cheek. “We are rooting for ya.”

“Maybe you are right,” Dean runs one hand down his face, hoping he can find a way to fix things between you.

“That’s all for today,” you crack your neck, ready to go home, have a warm bath and enjoy a glass of cheap red wine. “We only need to share the tips and call it a day.”

“Uh—this woman is watching you, babe,” Jo jerks her head toward an elegant woman standing in the middle of the diner. She looks around the sixties-style diner, hands clutched tightly to her chest, nose scrunched up in disgust. “Bitch looks like she shoved a stick up her ass.”

“Great, Mary Winchester is the last person I wanted to see tonight,” it’s hard not freak out when the reason for your breakup with Dean stands right in front of you. “Can you kick her out? Use the baseball bat Rufus hides in the back if you want to.”

“She waves at you.”

“I don’t care,” Mary shuffles from one foot to the other. She’s not used to people ignoring he presence and doesn’t know how to react to your behavior. “Why pretend she’s not an awful person. Mary got what she wanted. I broke things up with Dean.”

“Y/N,” she finally moves toward you and your colleague. “Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you.”

“Sorry, but the diner is closed,” Jo says, giving Mary a wink. “A lady like you can effort to go to a nicer restaurant. This place is for the working class, ma’am.”

You hold back a chuckle as Jo continues. “I think my friend doesn’t want to talk to you. I will not let you bully Y/N again. You must be very proud of yourself for destroying your son’s relationship.”

“Y/N. Please, can we talk?” Mary tries once again. “I know you must hate me.”

You scoff at her words. “Hate you?” turning around you give Mary a dirty look. “Why? Only as you ruined my relationship with Dean, harassed me from the first day we met, and refused to get to know me? Do you want to tell me he found someone more suitable for your taste and rub it into my face?”

“Dean doesn’t talk to me since you’ve been gone,” she cries, reaching out for your hand, grasping your limb. “Please, you need to talk to my son. Dean tried to contact you, but you blocked him. You moved out of your shared apartment without looking back and now, he’s not himself anymore.”

“Why should I care?” you fight the lump in your throat. You never wanted Dean to suffer, only for him to see his mother is an awful person. “He’s not my problem. You wanted your Deany all for yourself, now you got him.”

Jo snickers. “Lady, you should leave now. You know, some people work hard to pay for shit. If you would excuse us now.”

“Please, call him. He needs you,” Mary sniffs, close to tearing up. “Dean is drinking too much and barely leaves his apartment. For months he didn’t go to work. He’s a wreck.”

“Well, you wanted me gone, Mrs. Winchester,” you quip, giving her a fake smile. “I’m gone, now if you would excuse me, I got to find a new man…”

“If you mess this up, Jess will kill me. So please, don’t mess up,” Sam hands his brother a piece of paper with your new address.

“You got her address?” with shaking fingers Dean takes the piece of paper out of his brother’s hand. “How’d you get it? I thought Jess doesn’t know anything about Y/N’s whereabouts.”

“She changed her job and address but not her friends, Dean. Jess is still in contact with Y/N, and I checked on her address register. Again, don’t mess this up,” the younger brother warns. “If not, I will have a dry spell for months…”

“Please, baby girl,” Dean knocks again, tries anything to make you talk to him. “Sammy will kill me if I do not fix things with you. I—I got your favorite ice cream and flowers. Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I talked to my mom; told her she can’t talk to you like that.”

“Dean, what do you want here? It’s been two months,” you slowly open the door to face your former boyfriend. “Maybe I’m not alone.”

“Y/N don’t say things like that,” he takes a step toward you to hand you the flowers. “I let you down. Baby, without you in my life, I have nothing. If you want me to, I’ll never talk to my mom again.”

“Dean, I never wanted you to not talk to your mom. All I ever wanted was for you to stand up for me. I tried so hard to get in your mom’s good graces, but I didn’t stand a chance.”

“Oh, I see,” he takes another step toward you to show you the ice cream in a paper bag. “I hate that I hurt you, Y/N.”

“Dean, I don’t want to get hurt even more,” he drops the ice cream to cup your face, eagerly pressing his lips to yours. “Dean.”

“I will do anything to make you see, you’ll come first. I always was mom’s good boy and tried to make sure she’s happy. I know this is no excuse, but I promise, this will never happen again,” you try to resist him. “Please let me in.”

“You’ve got time to talk until I’m done with the ice cream,” he looks down at the ground, wincing as the ice cream melted and there is nothing left to eat. “You’ll get me ice cream, of course. And don’t get me the wrong flavor.”

“I’ll get it for you,” Dean almost runs along the hallways, trips over his feet before he manages to find the exit.

“A toddler in the body of a grown man,” you muse, laughing when he runs back toward your apartment, calling your name. “What’s wrong? Did you forget anything?”

“I forgot to tell you how much I love you,” he’s on you in a blink to kiss you again. “…so much, sweetheart. I’ll be a man for you, not a boy. Promised.”

“Fine, come in and forget about the ice cream, we can talk inside, but—” you smirk, looking at the ruined ice cream, “you will clean the floor in the morning…”

“In the morning?” Dean swallows thickly when you take his hand to drag him into your apartment. “I don’t have a pajama with me, Y/N,” he whispers against your lips.

“We will find something for you to wear. I don’t want you to freeze your ass off on my couch,” he huffs. Dean had hoped you’d let him sleep on your bed.

“Can we not cuddle a bit?”

“Not tonight, Captain Cuddle,” he snickers at your words, still there is a deep sadness in his usually sparkling emerald eyes. “If you want to be my man, you must prove you’ll not let me down again first. Until then, you will sleep on the couch.”

“I’ll earn my place in your heart and your bed again,” Dean follows you toward your living room, silently praying you’ll give him a second chance.

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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Dominate Me (1)

Title: Dominate Me

Bad Bitches Bingo Square Filled: Free Space - fem!dom

Written for: @badbitchesbingo

Summary: Rich. Powerful. Hard-ass in public. Submissive in secret.

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Dominatrix!Reader; Bela Talbot x Dominatrix!Reader (brief/implied); Jo Harvelle x Dominatrix!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,3k

Warnings: language, fem!dom, lesbian sex, oral (reader receiving), fingering, voyeurism, bisexual reader, sub!Dean, whipping, punishment, aftercare, John being an asshole, mentions of sex toys, a hint of fluff

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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Part 1/2

“Mistress,” your favorite customer, the green-eyed man you only call Freckles during your session’s husks. “I need you. I know you only meet up with me when we have an appointment, but I can’t wait.” the usually tough and self-confident man whines.

“Freckles,” you sigh, fingertips running over his cheek. He watches your every move, lips already parting at the slightest touch. “You are a troublemaker, aren’t you?” He nods eagerly, hopefully looking down at you. “What shall I do with you?”

“Anything you want to,” he breathes out, hands clutched tightly to his sides. “Please, mistress. I-I can’t wait.”

“Give me five minutes,” stepping closer you search his face, almost brushing your lips over your customers but you pull away before the moment gets too intimate. “I need to release one of my good boys. I think you need to be punished tonight.”

“Yes—” he rasps. “I got enough money for a special session. Please, don’t send me away.”

“Freckles, always so much trouble but so pretty,” patting his cheek you give him a stern look. You would never admit it to yourself, but Freckles is your favorite customer and the prettiest guy you ever saw. “Go to the red room, get out of your clothes, have a shower, and wait for me like a good boy.”

“Yes, mistress,” there is a bright smile on his face when you turn around to waltz toward the green room, swaying your hips, your riding crop still in your hands.

“Mistress?” confused the green-eyed client watches you enter the room, a dark grin on your lips. “Why is there another man in the room, chained to the—”

“I told you, sliding the crop over his chest you admire the goosebumps you leave on your way down to his crotch, “there will be punishment for disturbing your mistress in the middle of a session. Today you’ll learn what happens when you do not listen to me.”

“Mistress,” your favorite client stutters, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” He kneels on the carpet, whines low in his throat when you turn your back on him to walk toward the other man in the room. “Please.”

“You’re a bad boy, Freckles,” you whip the other man, cause him to moan at the feeling of the leather graze his flesh. “Look at my good boy. I like to call him Cranky. He was a bad boy before I corrected his behavior.”

Freckles can’t watch you take care of the other man. It’s wrong he feels so lost without you, he knows, it but all he can think of when his life gets too intense is you, your hands on him and the crop hitting his ass.

He doesn’t know who the other man is. He’s wearing a black mask and got blindfolded. Noise reducing headphones keep him from hearing anything you and Dean say. “Please, mistress.”

“Stop begging me to take care of you,” you slap your other client’s ass, press another moan out of the man who. “I’m not your mom.”

“Mistress, red,” Freckles clutches his chest tightly. He looks at you with watery eyes and then, he starts to pant heavily. “P-please…”

“Freckles,” dropping the whip you make your way toward your client in need with three long steps to crouch down in front of him. “Okay, look at me. You grip his chin gently when he doesn’t react. “Listen to your mistress. I want you to look at me and breathe with me.”

“Yes-yes, mistress,” he chokes out when you slap his cheek roughly. You know how to stop him from overthinking things. Anyone else would need a hug or soothing words, but Freckles needs you to take the lead.

“In and out, Freckles. Look at me while you breathe,” he nods eagerly, eyes still filled with tears. “Your mistress won’t apologize but I crossed a line. I will never mention your mother again, okay.”

Nodding your green-eyed client breathes with you, slowly calming down. “Good boy, such a good boy. I want you to grab your clothes, get dressed and move to the golden room. Sit on the bed and wait for me.”

“Golden room?” he gasps, biting his lower lip when you fist his hair roughly. “I never was at the golden room.”

“It’s special, Freckles. Only special boys go to the golden room,” you smirk when Freckles nods eagerly. “Go now, I’ll be right there…”

“Baby, you can’t be serious,” Bela whines, stomping her foot to the ground. “You promised we will do this. I already called him and—”

“I’m not going to have a threesome with a random douche,” you can’t believe your friend. Well, Bela is more than a friend, she’s your friend with benefits. “What do you want me to do? Fuck a random douche or pussy? We have this arrangement for a reason.”

“You knew I like men too,” she grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest. “Now you tell me you want to spend the night with one of your clients to whip his ass?”

“BELA,” you snarl. “I told you not to talk low about my job or my clients. Stop acting like a brat. I like a good dick too but not some random douche in my bed. I want to get to know the man you bring into our arrangement. If you can’t give me that, look for someone else to share your lonely nights.”

“Ketch ain’t a random douche,” your friend won’t give in. She always wanted to spice up your sex life, but you are not into random one-night stands. “I know him for years and hooked up with him. He’s good at fucking and doesn’t asks questions later.”

“I said stop.”

“Don’t talk to me like I am one of those whiny guys wanting you to fuck their ass,” Bela sneers. “If you don’t come with me, I’ll fuck him alone.”

“If you go through that door to fuck that asshat, we are done for,” you turn on your heels, shaking your head when Bela slams the door shut behind her. “Yeah, fuck you too. I knew it was a mistake to fuck your greedy pussy.”

On your way toward the golden room, you dial Jo’s number. “Hey, babe. I know it’s been a while, but I need you in the golden room. One of my favorite clients needs punishment. The special kind…”

“Mistress,” Freckles watches you stalk toward him, wearing a black leather open-front bra and a high waist lace-up skirt you step inside the room. Face stoic, eyes trained on your client you try to not give away you would like to soothe him. “I’m sorry for earlier.”

“I know you are sorry, Freckles,” a shiver runs down your client’s spine when you step in front of him to lift his chin with your riding crop. “Still, there will be punishment. And not the kind of punishment you like, baby boy.”

He shudders at the pet name, whines low in his throat when you pat his erection with the tip of your riding crop. “Please punish me, mistress.”

“I will and you’ll not like it. Tonight,” you look at your client kneel on the bed, hands behind his back, “you will only watch. I will not touch you.”

Pride fills your chest when you observe his obedient behavior. You came a long way to help him relax and give up control.

“All for you, mistress,” his cock twitches when you turn around to bend over, showing him you are not wearing panties. “I’ll be good for you.”

“I know you will, baby boy,” he nods eagerly, waits for you to tell him what to do. “Now, be good Dean.”

“Yes,” he pants heavily. It’s one of the rare occasions you used his name.

Honestly, Dean wishes you would call him by his name more often. He needs someone to give him attention and not demand something in return.

“She will be here soon, Freckles. I expect you to be on your best behavior. No touching yourself. No coming untouched. No begging. No whining. If you are good,” you turn around to give him stern look, “I’ll take care of you afterward, Freckles.”

“Yes, mistress…”

Dean can’t stop the needy whine leave his throat. He fights the urge to touch his cock at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“Good girl,” you coo. “Look at my good girl, Freckles, she licks my pussy so good.”

“She does,” Dean chokes out. While Jo tries to concentrate on your cunt and the way you grind against her fingers, not the client right next to her who watches you get fingerfucked, you play with your nipples, enjoying their attention. “She’s a good girl.”

“Jojo, faster, deeper, use your fucking tongue,” you throw your head back, moan louder than usual to torture your client. It’s the worst punishment for him to not get touched by you.

He loves to feel your crop leave marks on his skin, even the harsh words you throw at him only for you to hold him afterward, grounding the vulnerable man before releasing him into his world.

“Baby girl,” Jo dives in, wraps her lips around your clit to suckle harshly.

She always knew how to push you toward an orgasm in no time. Sadly she likes to stray and you broke things up with her.

But once in a while, you like to use her talent to get off before you do something stupid like fucking your favorite client.

“Oh god,” Freckles shifts on the bed to get a better look. It’s a dream and a nightmare at the same time. He wishes you would allow him to make you feel good and can’t take his eyes of Jo giving you pleasure at the same time.

The blonde grips your thighs to spread you wider moans loudly against your sex while you watch Dean intensely. It’s a first for him to watch you get fucked by someone else. Not that you would ever fuck one of your clients.

“She’s pretty – isn’t she, Freckles?” you smirk when Dean looks at your chest, lower lip trapped between his teeth. His eyes dark emerald orbs now he nods but his gaze stays on your body, not Jo. “Answer me!”

“Not as pretty as you, mistress,” he hopes this was the right answer and you don’t get mad for not praising the girl’s beauty. “And she makes you feel good.”

“She does,” whimpering you look down your body to watch Jo shove one of your favorite dildos into your soaked cunt. “Deeper, babe. Fuck me like he’d like to do.”

“Good girl,” patting Jo’s cheek you give her a soft smile. “I’ll call if you need your help again.” She looks a little disappointed but knows better than to argue with you. Jo had her chance, just like Bela and both decided to fuck up.

“It was nice, though,” she mumbles, looking over your shoulder at Dean on the bed. “He’s pretty. I get why you are weak for him. You never invited one of your clients to watch.”

“He’s a pretty little thing,” you muse. “Now leave me alone. He needs my attention. Be a good girl and call me once in a while. I don’t want to worry about you…”

“I’ll call, promised…”

“You were such a bad boy tonight but, I’m proud of you too,” the crop hits his bare back and Dean hisses, enjoys you finally turned your attention toward him. “You know,” the crop hits his ass, forces a deep moan to leave Dean’s lips, “I never invited a man to the golden room.”

“Thank you, mistress,” Freckles mumbles, feeling his chest swell with pride.

“Don’t let it get to your head,” you snicker when he hides his face in the cushions to stick his ass out. “You’ll get ten more and then, we will take care of you.”

It’s twenty minutes later that you rub ointment into his sore skin, making him moan even louder.

“You took your punishment like a good boy, Dean,” he gasps, hands fisting the silky sheets. “I’m proud of you but this can’t happen again. I have rules, Freckles. One of them says we only meet up after you called me to make an appointment.”

“I know,” he sighs, feeling his heart drop. All he wants is to get a little praise from you and your attention. “It’s just, my father came to town and messed with my mind again.”

“Tell me about it,” you straddle his thighs, careful to not brush against his still raw ass. “We have time. I got the rest of the night off.”

“Years ago, he told me, family, a wife, and children only stop you, or rather me, from reaching the top. I am a CEO, a billionaire now, and can’t function without seeking you out to release the stress. I’m a mess thanks to him.”

“It’s alright, tell me more,” your fingertips ghost over his back, leave goosebumps on your way. “You’re safe with me, Dean. Nothing you tell me within these walls will ever leave this room.”

“He came to town, demanding things as usual. He always treats me like a soldier. John Winchester is a drill sergeant, not a father. After years of telling me not to waste my time on a wife, he tells me I’m a loser as I don’t have a family.”

“Is he still in town?” you lean over Dean’s body, to press a soft kiss to his neck. “Answer me, Freckles.”

“For two more weeks. I wish that I could just hide under the covers and never face my father again. I tried my whole life to impress this man and all I get are disappointed looks and nasty comments. He’ll never appreciate me or my success.”

“Do you want me to show him how an alpha acts?” Dean shudders when you kiss his shoulder. He loves the stark contrast you give him. Your hands can bring pleasured pain or soothe. Even if you never had sex with him, Dean feels a deep connection, not only a physical attraction.

“I don’t know how—”

“Dinner, on Sunday. We will meet two hours before going to the restaurant I will choose. Wear your nicest suit, the blue one, and a matching tie. I will check on your outfit and we will show John Winchester he’s not worth the dirt under your shoes.”

>> Part 2

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A wild ride (4)

Summary: You end up in the lamest town you can imagine. Your mother dumped you at your prude father’s place only for you to stumble into the clubhouse of the Winchesters.

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!John Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Eldon Styne, Biker!Castiel (Jimmy Novak), Arthur Ketch, Jo Harvelle, OF’s

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of groping/sexual harassment (not the Winchesters/no graphic details), I mention the word rape, shitty mother, violence, blood, the Winchesters are out for blood, extortion

A/N: Y/F/N = your father’s name

A wild ride masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

<< Part 3

“Ready or not, here we go,” John leans against the bar counter, smirking to himself as Jo sets into motion.

The blonde knows how to draw attention to her person. She wears a short, figure-hugging black dress, giving away the right amount of cleavage.

All the guests at the bar are members of Ketch’s chapter, wearing casual clothes to not stick out tonight. Only, John, Sam, Dean, and Ketch wear their biker outfits, acting as if they don’t watch the cop harassing you undress Jo with his eyes.

“Jo, act normal. Do not flirt with that guy,” Sam instructs her.

“I love those earpieces, handy and we could use them to tell Y/N dirty jokes while she tries to work,” Dean snickers, eyes glued to Jo.

“Jo, we are all here. Mick and others along with your mom are waiting outside, hiding in the shadows to follow you later. We will not let anything happen to you,” the Winchesters know Jo can handle herself, but they will not risk her safety. “Remember your safe word.”

“Peter,” Jo replies casually. “I will say Peter and you come and save the day. Now relax, Winchester. I know this is important. No one gets away with groping a girl only as he wears a badge.”

“Go and get him, but don’t be too obvious, Jo,” the youngest Winchester says, watching your tormentor from the corner of his eyes. “He has set eyes on you, now get him.”

“If you could just shut up now,” Jo complains. “I’ll handle that bastard and deliver him on a silver plate. It must look realistic.”

“Ready. Steady. Go,” Dean throws in. “Sammy, tell Jo douche first grade is on his way to hit on her. She must turn him down.”

“I said no,” Jo brushes past the cop harassing you. He tried to hit on her for twenty minutes and Jo can finally initiate level two. – Leave the bar to wait for Officer Styne to make another mistake. It will be his last one, though.

“Ketch, tell the others to get ready,” Dean whispers as he watches Jo storm toward the door.

“He’s ripe for harvest, gentlemen. Let’s give them a head start and we can follow them. I will have the first punch,” John nods at his sons. “Let’s avenge our girl. We will ride, and later, make sure that bastard suffers for laying hands on Y/N.”

“You like that chick, huh?” Ketch slides off his barstool, smirking as John makes a face. “Never saw you head over heels for a woman again, Winchester. Must be a hell of a girl.”

“She is, and hands-off,” Sam states, towering over Ketch. “No more talking about Y/N. Let’s get that monster touching her.”

“Who will believe you, huh?” Eldon steps closer, now wearing his uniform. Just like with you, he tries to use his authority to get what he wants.

“I don’t think so, officer,” Jo spats, looking in the distance, knowing the Winchesters and Ketch’s men are close enough to hear every word or rather tape it thanks to the little bug the blonde is hiding underneath her dress. “Did you think you can harass me just like Y/N?”

“Y/N?” he frowns, wondering how Jo can know about you and what he did that night. “I don’t know that name, little hussy. Now you better do as I say.”

Unlike you back then, Jo knows what will happen. She smiles to herself when Eldon steps closer to grip her arm. “What’s so funny bitch?”

“OH, you shouldn’t have done that,” Eldon cries out the moment someone hits his back with a cudgel. “See, I told you will regret it.” He falls to his knees, whining as Jo punches his nose. “That’s for Y/N and all the other girls you harassed, touched, and worse.”

“I’m a police officer,” Eldon whimpers as John hits his side with the cudgel, leaving bruises without a doubt. “You can do this!”

“You had it coming… sonofabitch!” the next punch gets delivered by Dean. He knocks Eldon out, growling when the man hits the concrete. “I will fucking kill you!”

“Here comes another punch or another question,” John cracks his knuckles, wondering how many blows Eldon can take until he kicks the bucket. “Choose wisely, bastard.”

“I don’t know her,” he spits blood onto the ground, not believing the bikers kidnapping him will kill a cop. “Come on, pussy give me all you’ve got.” Eldon gives John a bloody grin, ignores his throbbing ribs or the fact he’s chained to a chair.

“I think he loves getting spanked,” Dean snickers. The biker waits for his turn to get his hands on Eldon, already thinking about all the things he wants to do to the monster daring to lay hands on you. “Maybe we should get a riding crop and have some fun.”

“Bring it on. I will not tell you shit about that little bitch. She wanted me to bend her over her car and begged me to fuck her ass,” Eldon grins up at Sam who stepped in front of the chair, but it fades the moment Sam’s hand shoots forward to wrap around Eldon’s throat.

“Let’s see if you like to not breathe at all,” Sam growls, eyes glued to Eldon’s scared face. “Shall we begin, sugar? I bet we can make you sing…and more…”

“What a night,” you fall onto an empty chair, sighing deeply. “Hell, why did that football team have to hit the bar tonight out of all nights.”

“We made a lot of money,” Jimmy smirks, patting your shoulder. “I must say, you did great. Dean was right about you.”

“Cas, do you know something about my dad? Sam, said he misses riding with my father,” you grasp for your beer to take a large sip. “Come on, I’m one of you now. Dean let me check on his bike.”

“All I know is that John and your father used to be good friends. But you didn’t hear it from me, got it?” Jimmy says, frowning when you choke on your beer. “Sorry, I thought you knew your dad was a member of the club years ago.”

“My dad – a biker! You’ve got to be kidding me,” you jump up to pace around the table, clutching your hands to your chest. “WAIT! Is that the reason mom kicked him out and never let him visit me? That bitch!”

“I know little to nothing about your dad. I only heard rumors. You know, people like to talk trash in this little sleepy town,” you don’t listen to what Jimmy is telling you. You rather dial your mother’s number to throw a tantrum…

“There we go, sweet boy,” Dean pats Eldon’s cheek, enjoying he flinches at the slightest touch. “I must say, red suits you.”

“Sick f—uck,” Eldon stammers, hating he can smell blood, sweat, and urine on his clothes and body. He tried to convince the Winchesters you wanted to have sex with him and accused him later but this time, no one gave a shit on his word.

“You see, I showed patience so far but now, you reached the end of the rope,” John shoves Dean aside, knowing they won’t get a confession from a dead man.

“Now you will tell me what you did to Y/N Y/L/N and all the other girls, ‘cause we know there must be more. You will write everything down and sign it. If you do so, I’ll let you live, if not—” John gives Eldon a cold smile. “Well, you don’t want to know what happens if you do not admit your sins.”

“You won’t get away—” Sam’s fist silences Eldon once again. “Bas—tard.”

“Less complaining, more admitting your sins,” the youngest Winchester warns. “I can tell, my blood is boiling right now. If you don’t confess, Dean and I will rip you apart.”

“It will get ugly,” Dean states, tapping his gun against his thigh. “You will beg me to end your life, Officer Styne. If you want to live a little longer, tell me everything we want to know.”

“Nice job, Ketch,” John hands the biker Officer Styne’s confessions. “I want you to hand these to your friend at the district attorney's office. Make sure that bastard rots in jail for the rest of his shitty life.”

“Thanks for not killing him in my town,” Ketch glances at Eldon lie in the back of his car. He’s a bloody mess, but still alive. “If you ever want to hunt someone down again. Don’t call me.”

“My pleasure,” Dean grumbles, walking off. “I want to have this conversation with her mother now. I will so take that bitch down too.”

“Slow down,” smirking John pats Dean’s cheek. “We will get Y/N’s stuff and have a nice conversation with her mother about her relationship with her daughter and the hooker she likes to fuck with her boyfriend.”

“I like the way you think, John,” Ketch laughs, shaking his head. “You come to town, beat a cop into a pulp and now you will go and help your girl fix things with her mom. Aw, that touches my heart.”

“I will not help her with shit. All I want is for her mother to pay for Y/N’s education…is all. Y/N deserves the best, not a mother dropping her the moment she thinks her daughter won’t match her lifestyle any longer.”

“What do you want?” your mother is close to losing her composure. Having three bikers on her front porch wasn’t something she expected this evening. “I will call the cops, John Winchester!”

“So, you do remember me, huh? I remember our last encounter vividly. You threatened your husband, told him to give up our friendship and the club before you kicked him out without looking back. He wasn’t allowed to see his girl and now, you kicked her out too,” John brushes past your mother to enter her house.

“We are here to get Y/N’s belongings and, to talk to you,” Sam smirks when your mother’s face falls.

“You see, Y/N is our girl now and we take care of the people we love,” Dean states, breathing heavily as your mother doesn’t show any emotion. “We know you give a shit on her, but Y/F/N and we care for Y/N.”

“Get out of my house, Winchester. You ruined my husband, you will not ruin my daughter too,” she cries, pushing against John’s back. “OUT! NOW!”

“Aw, you mean the daughter you kicked out and didn’t call for weeks?” Sam sneers. “Nice way to treat your only child.”

“She needs time to cool off after the stunt she pulled. I knew it was a mistake to trust her so easily. My daughter means trouble, just like her father,” your mother sneers. “Did Y/N tell you what she did?”

“The officer told us what he did,” John says, stepping closer to your mother. “He admitted that he tried to rape your daughter that night and, that she wasn’t the first girl. You will hear about it in the news. I think right now, he gets arrested.”

“You are delusional, John Winchester, and a liar!” she cries. “I want you to leave my house and keep your dirty hands off my daughter.”

“No can do so,” John shrugs, handing your mother snapshots of the video Ketch showed them. “You see, we have this nice video of you, your boyfriend, and a hooker. You love to lick a girl’s cunt while getting fucked up the ass, and your daughter loves to study.”

“We want you to pay for her education and call her to apologize,” Dean steps closer to poke his finger into your mother’s shoulder. “You will give us her belongings and stay the fuck out of her life. Y/N doesn’t need to know you lick pussies whilst she suffers. Now, how do you want this night to play out.”

“You would ruin my reputation, my business if you leaked the video,” your mother stammers, only worried about her reputation, not you. “Please—don’t do this.”

“Give us what Y/N deserves, and we don’t have a problem,” Sam offers, handing your mother the phone Ketch gave to the Winchesters. She doesn’t need to know he saved the video on another phone, to make sure your mother will keep her word. “No one needs to see the video...”

“You’re back,” you squeal. “I thought you want to go on a trip for a week.”

“Business was finished faster than expected,” John lies. “We had some time left and grabbed your things on our way back.” You frown, but don’t say a thing when John carries two more boxes and a duffle bag toward your father’s house.

“John, will you tell me what you did on your trip,” you walk next to John. “Please, don’t treat me like a child. I know my dad used to be your friend and that he was a member of your club.”

“Cas, huh?” John places the boxes on the front porch, sighing as you sit on the steps. “He always had a loose tongue.”

“I asked, he answered,” you shrug. “John, please tell me about my dad. I deserve to know why he left.”

“Your mom, she used to live here too. Y/F/N and her were high school sweethearts and all. She liked he was a biker but a soft guy. When she got the chance to take over her aunt’s company, your father agreed to leave town and we barely saw him anymore.”

“Oh—I see,” chewing on the inside of your cheek you watch John sit next to you.

“We stayed in contact and one day, he called, telling me he needs help. Some guys tried to take over his shop and the club helped him out. I think this was a few weeks before your mom kicked him out,” John explains. “Your mom found out about your dad’s debts and that we helped him.”

“—and kicked him out. That was shortly after my fifteenth birthday. Everything went downhill for me after that day. I lost my dad, believing he left because of me.”

“Truth is, your dad is a fine guy,” John pats your thigh, squeezing it tightly. “After your mom kicked him out, he left the club for good. He tried anything to get back in your mother’s good graces but—”

“He would have damaged her reputation and became a problem,” you laugh bitterly. “Just like me. She was waiting for me to mess up to get rid of me too.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean says, awkwardly looking at you. “We got your stuff and some money,” handing you the check your mother gave them Dean smirks. “You can pay for your education and a nice dress or something.”

“That’s a lot of money,” you whisper, reading the numbers again. “So, this is her final goodbye, huh? She hands you a check and I’m not her daughter anymore.”

“Don’t you want the money?” Sam asks, looking at the piece of paper in your hands. “Y/N?”

“The fuck! I will so take the money. Dad found a nice distance university. I can stay here and study at the same time and—” you jump up, kissing the check. “I will buy myself a fucking bike!”

“Sweetheart, I love the way you think,” squealing you run off when Dean tries to kiss you. He chases after you, laughing when his brother joins him.

“Boys, tell her about the bike and our plans" John yells, laughing when you stick your tongue out. “She needs to know…everything…”

>> Part 5

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