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herstarburststories · 4 years ago

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Meet Me In The Church

Kinktober day 18: Threesome

Suptober day 25: Villain

A/N: I know I'm a couple days late in kinktober, but I'll get there. A Very Supernatural Halloween is here! We are starting with @deanmonandnegansbitch 's request!

Pairings: Michael!Dean x reader, Anael x reader, Michael!Dean x reader x Anael

Warnings: fingering, playing with boobs, violence

“So this is your plan? Just go around destroying things until God shows up?” A strident voice reverberated through the abraded church's walls, causing flinch of yours in response. This place was abandoned, and the maps that Alice, your friend, picked up online didn't mention anything about a room underground. Obviously, that only made you follow the stairs towards the noise. “And then what?”

The response came through a velvet voice, “Even God can die.”

You kept walking, the distinguishing sounds of your friends' laughters being replaced by a louder tone of the two unknown people behind the black door in the end of the stairs. You could see a big crucifix, some word craved in it — an old pray, probably.

You should turn around and call your friends. Maybe even the police. Those people were hiding in a secret room. Not that you and your group were right to break in the old church, but it was for fun and not to plan a murder of God. In the bare minimum, the pair was high, drunk, and wasted.

Yet, you kept walking to the black door. Your legs trembling as if some lasting animal instinct in your body knew that wasn't a good idea. But you wanted to know what was happening, give names to the faces and get a story out of them. Where they actually talking about God or were they using nicknames as a gang? Why they wanted to kill God? What happened to get them to the point of arguing about their plan in a church in the middle of Mexico?

You followed their voices like a sailor would follow a siren cry. You just begged to any holy divinity left in the forgotten church not to let you have the same destiny of the sea men.

You were close enough to hear the loud huff, the woman's next words tangled with incredulity. She laughed like she wasn't able to discern if he was kidding or not. “I thought Lucifer was reckless, but you're literally throwing tantrums to get God's attention and then try kill him.”

“Do not compare me to Lucifer.” He almost howled. Your fingers touched the door, pulling it carefully; you knew those sort of building had many noises. You breached, taling a glance inside the place. The room looked old and dusty, except for the two standing there. A woman and a man, just like you pictured from the voices. You were amazed by their apparency. Tall, beautiful, and dominant. You didn't know why, their postures simply exhaled power. “Pay me some respect. Remember that you didn't pick me, I picked you.” An echo of something being thrown against the wall could be heard next, her body was slammed as she was held by her neck. The mam with a hat didn't seem to care. If anything, the cocky grin on his lips reported his clear amusement. The girl put grabbed his arms, gasping a bit. You couldn't just allow that. “I can easily get another angel to do your job if I find you useless like my brother did. His only mistake was to let you live. Lucifer, always such a sentimental.”

Your dry tongue was capable of pushing a word out of your mouth. It was supposed to come out as a warning when you spread the door open, but the quiet unsteady tone beatrayed you. “Hey!”

Both of them turned to stare at the intruder. He threw her body away with ease, green eyes fixated on you. “It seems like we have a guest.”

“You can't just do that to a woman, you abusive asshole.” You said through your teeth, walking to her and getting on your knees. “Are you okay?”

He rolled his eyes at your worry, but the girl seemed to appreciate it: her glossy eyes by the lack of oxygen were wide as they watched you, mouth slightly open in surprise. Anael wasn't used to kindness of any being towards her. In heaven, she was just another angel. On earth, she was sister Jo, humans were nice to her because they wanted to be cured, and the angels were disgusted by how quickly she manipulated her nature to play among the weaker kind.

But not you... You got yourself in the middle of a argument to assist her. Someone you didn't even know!

Anael couldn't help but welcome the weird sensation through her vessel. She felt shy, but st the same time warm. Was this what being cared about felt like?

“She isn't a human, little one. She's just a weak angel trying to make some sense out of her existence by bring closer to a higher being.” Michael's utterly calm tone brought her back to reality. He scoffed, looking up and down at the both of you. “You're right. That sounds a lot like a human.”

“You are crazy.” You hissed, grabbing the other's arm to help her getting up. Your skins tickled each other together. Your eyes were amiable when observating. “You can come with me. My friends are downstairs, we can take you to the police station.”

“You'd be getting ride of a problem for me.” Despite the disinterest, Michael arched an single eyebrow. You weren't the only curious in the church. He wanted to know more. “But fulfill my curiosity: What are you doing here? Why would you help someone you don't even know?”

“We're leaving.” You said, pulling Anael to go with you. Although she was on her feet, she didn't make a move to walk away with you. “We can keep you good. You don't have to stay here with that crazy.”

She didn't want you to die, the first being that showed her kindness somehow, but she knew better than mess with Michael's ego. Anael had teamed up with Lucifer to keep herself safe. She was a survivor. She could adapt anywhere, in any situation. The angel had to do that here too.

“He isn't crazy. We are angels.” She said, eyes glowing white. You pulled away from her hold with a shocked expression, her human skin almost hurt in response.

“Anael is an angel. I'm Michael, the archangel.” He corrected her, smiling proudly at his title. Michael took steps closer to you. “You didn't answer me.”

His green orbs turned bright blue as he glanced at you. One of his tough hands raising to meet your cheek in a singele touch that didn't seem fitting him, at all. That man looked like danger, still you couldn't stop yourself from leaning into his touch. The magnetic pull of something graceful trapped with his gorgeous being.

“I helped her because I thought she needed help.” You answered. “And I came here with a group of friends. We heard about the abandoned church and just came around.”

Michael nodded, a smuh smile on his plump lips.

“Wrong time, wrong place.”

His hand swiftly went to your neck, trace of goshbumps left behind. Anael knew what was coming next; she could take a couple hints, but you were just a fragile human.

“We could use her!” angel attempted to intervene, hoping Michael wouldn't notice the despair in hee voice. Anael wanted more of the emotions you brought out hee vessel, she wanted to be cared for.

“And have another burden to carry?” Michael huffed, his fingers wrapped around your neck as you watched they speaking. God, how did you allow this to happen? “Anael, I keep you around only to have an eye close to the other angels. Why would a human be useful to me?”

“You think to much.” Anael said, her malicious grin exhibiting a confidence she didn't have. “She could be useful for another things.” Her scooted closer to you two, pressing hee body to your side and biting your ear. You pressed your legs together, trying to contain your arousal. But, how could you? He was marvelous and was holding your neck, and she was pressing her against you as if she wanted to make one out of you two.

“Carnal desires.” Michael stated, considering how your body reacted. Interesting but not peculiar, despite Dean's clear positive noise about it. “I'm not my vessel. I do not require sexual activities all the time.”

Anael managed to pull you to her, while Michael pulled away. “You work so hard to make a better world, Michael. You deserve a break.”

You glared at her breathlessly. All your emotions, all your body were a mess for both the victim and the villain; Anael and Michael. You wanted both.

Anael's lips were tingling as she leaned in, ultimately pressing them against yours. It was sloppy, hurried, and a mess. Obviously her first kiss. But that didn't stop her from grabbing your neck and pushing you against the wall.

She wanted more. Anael invaded your mouth with her tongue, whimpered to your taste. You didn't know how to reach at first, but soon your hands were on her hips. Her chest pressed against yours made you whimper, you could feel every inch of her body.

Michael licked his lips as he watched the scene. Dean's mind has a whole section dedicated to such acts, especially videos including more than one woman. The archangel hadn't seen the appeal until you. You and Anael, two puny creatures, were attacking each other only to make him keep you alive.

Anael pulled away from you, the slick in her panties demonstrating exactly what her vessel wanted, what she wanted. You were not far from that, so you didn't protest when she ripped your shirt off. Good day not to wear a bra.

She let out a whimper, eyes full of adoration when she looked at your boobs. Anael just followed what her body wanted to to, guided by her vessel's memories,— in some of them, the woman that once had control on this body was moaning, squirming even for someone called Yas. She'd moan and whine as her partner played with her breasts. — moving foward, her mouth around your nipple as she sucked it.

You shameful loud scream left your body as your pulled her closer to your chest. You eyes were on Michael, how he watched you both like a predator studying his prey. If Anael was so eager, so rough biting and pulling your boob, you couldn't wait to see how Michael would be.

“Michael—” You whined, the fear of his reaction only soaking your panties more. “Please. I need you too.”

Usually, it was easy to descry his emotion's and Dean's. Dean was often a loyal dog, surrounded by selfless feelings and necessity. Now, though, Michael couldn't tell if it was his vessel or himself that let out a hungry groan at your words. All he knew was that he approached to contemplate the way your expression contoured in pleasure.

Your aura was delivered into delight, beautiful noises that reminded him a lot of his enemies falling left your mouth. Your legs pressed together in a silly try for friction catching his attention. Michael slid his hand inside your panties, fingers in a clandestine meeting with your wetness. It was a pleasant situation for him.

The archangel, just like the angel that had went to taste your other boob, craved for what you could give him. It was almost worship, you offering your body as the ancients did before. Michael put a finger inside you, enamored by how you moaned and moved, how your wetness squeezed his digit so good. He couldn't wait to get his hardening cock there.

But first, he needed to do something else. You seemed worthwhile, but he wasn't one for blind faith anymore. Michael pulled his finger to his mouth, licking it.

You tasted divine.

“No carnal desires? Guess your vessel doesn't agree with you.” Anael pulled away from you to provoke Michael, nodding at the hardness in his pants. You winced in protest.

Michael's answer came as a groan: “Shut up or I won't let you touch her anymore.”

You just wanted them to touch you now, after, and forever. You needed them. You were made to be given to them, you knew it in your bones. And then, they did. And you couldn't ever believe you had actually found a purpose.

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unfortunate-brat · 4 years ago

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Michael!Dean x Anael, Exhibitionism

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Pairing: Michael!Dean x Latina!Reader x Anael

Word Count: 357

Warnings: Implied smut, exhibitionism, female oral sex

HONEY'S SLEEPOVER 6/18/21

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Michael was an unusual archangel, not in his strength but his actions. Very careful in what he does, cunning, cold, and calculated.

His view was on humans was how most angels looked at them, with disgust.

And yet this particular human, Y/N, she was special to him. The way she presented herself, held a foundation of purity and strived to be a good girl drove him to stalk her repeatedly.

Who knew that after a couple months, she would be in his possession, willingly on her knees to pleasure him. Allow him to use her as he wished, with no complaint, no matter how pathetic it was, she was eating it all up.

That’s what Michael liked about her, she was secretly just as dirty as every other human. And tonight was no exception.

Here she was, completely exposed in front of an audience, of one Angel who’s hair was a beautiful shade of auburn. Sitting on a couch, she watches closely as Michael toys with Y/N’s core with his grace.

He doesn’t talk, doesn’t utter a single noise but Y/N feels as though they were having some sort of silent conversation. All that’s even audible is her moans, the way Michael’s grace pushes in, then acts like an invisible dick, stretching her insides.

She never concluded how hot it would be to have an audience, let alone see that Michael would even share her with someone else.

The other angel she presumed, smirked right at her. ( I can hear your thoughts little human, but don’t you worry your pretty little head. You’ll find out what I’m capable of soon enough. ) And before Y/N could even question how she could read her mind and speak to her that way, an orgasm was ripped from her body.

Thighs threatening to close but held open anyways, followed by something warm on her core. When her vision returned from a blinding white light, she looks down to see the auburn, lapping away at her core. “ Such a delicious human toy, I’m glad you told me about her Michael. I might just take that offer you made tonight.”

#Michael!Dean x Latina!Reader #Anael x Latina!Reader #exhibisionism #female oral sex #implied smut #Honey's Sleepover #yas answers an ask !!

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spnrarepairbunker · 2 years ago

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SPN Rare Pair Bunker presents: SPN RarePairTober 2022

It’s a month-long, mixed media event celebrating rare ships of the CW's Supernatural

Similar to other October events that you might be familiar with, RarePairTober will take place throughout the whole month of October. Below you'll find 31 double prompts to create your works for.

The challenge is open to everyone, whether you’re a part of our discord server or not (but you’re welcome to join us here :))

General Rules:

Double prompts consist of a rare ship prompt and a word/phrase prompt. Those can be used combined together, or separately—meaning you can create for the ship without including the word prompt or use the word prompt and create for any rare ship you like

We encourage experimenting with different ships, but if you'd rather write 31 fics for the same pairing, that's alright, too!

You can create for as many or as few prompts as you like. Even just one work is great

The prompts do not have to be filled in order

You can mix this event with other events as long as their rules allow it

Varied forms of creativity are allowed, such as fanfic, visual art, videos, playlists etc

When posting, mention @spnrarepairbunker in the post and tag #spnrarepairtober within the first five tags to make sure we can find your post

Content:

Works about Supernatural only

Must be centered on a rare pair (although romance doesn’t have to be the focus)

Ships considered rare are any ships except for destiel, wincest, and sabriel

There is no minimum or maximum word count for fics

All ratings are fine, but they must be appropriately tagged

No sexual content involving characters under 18

No RPF, reader-insert or ships with OCs

In the header/description, state: pairing, rating and common warnings/triggers, the prompt and its number

If you post to ao3, add your works to our collection: SPNRarePairTober

We aim to reblog all the works. If we don’t reblog yours within three days, feel free to shoot us an ask about it. We reserve the right not to reblog things we find inappropriate.

PROMPTS:

sam x meg | outlaws

adam x michael | stockholm syndrome

bela x ruby | crybaby

cas x meg | tag you're it

billie x rowena | hell or high water

gabriel x loki | surreptitiously

dean x benny | beating heart

cas x sam | gasoline

benny x samandriel | torture dungeon

anna x ruby | rustling river

donna x jody | dripping wax

dean x cassie | shotgun wedding

claire x kaia | uninspired

bobby x rufus | water guns

cas x balthazar | flannel shirt

dean x lee | living louder

sam x gadreel | duct tape

charlie x lisa | commercial break

sam x rowena | fool's gold

dean x lisa | a noise downstairs

bobby x jody | attachment issues

sam x bela | scratches on metal

dean x michael | best of times

sam x eileen | wanted poster

gabriel x rowena | white flag

dean x bela | structural damage

benny x gadreel | manhandle

cas x crowley | mechanical pony

anael x ruby | fast car

bela x crowley | fountain pen

dean x ketch | boomerang

#october event #october challenge #supernatural #fanfic challenge #art challenge #rarepairtober #rarepairtober 2022

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holylulusworld · 4 years ago

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10k Followers Challenge Masterlist

Thanks to everyone who takes part in this writing challenge!

Mz. Hyde Masterlist (It’s a series!)

Writer: @moosekateer13

Summary: Jared, Jensen, and the reader have friends for over decade. One night in the hot tub leads to so much more.

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader x Jensen Ackles

Rating: A/B/O, Smut, Polyamorous Relationship

Trope: A/B/O

Waiting game

Writer: @heloisedaphnebrightmore

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Rating: fluff, pining

Trope: friends to lovers

On the Battlefield

Writer: @fabelsrose

Summary: Past relationships don’t matter anymore on the battlefield. With everybody on the hunt, who’s going to come out on top?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: none

Trope: Lovers to Enemies

Souls Intertwined By Fate Masterlist (It’s a series!)

Writer: @bucky--barnes

Summary: A soulmate is the one where you share extreme emotional sensations after you meet them; if one of you hurts the other one hurts

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Rating: Angst, Mentions of Murder, Mention of Suicide

Trope: Soulmate AU

Love In Sin Masterlist (It’s a series! Stay tuned!)

Writer: @msmarvelouswinchester

Summary: Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing: AU Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Rating: Angst, Slow burn, Fluff, Implied Smut, Mentions of crime and drug, Swearing.

Trope: Fake Marriage/ Fake/Pretend Relationship

Baby Spoon - Part 5 (FIN)

It’s a series! Read the first 4 parts before this one here: Baby Spoon

Writer: @deanwanddamons

Summary: Part V - The final part of the Baby Spoon mini series. Set 18 months after part IV, it’s Dean and Y/N’s wedding day.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Fluff, fluff and more fluff. Maybe angst

Trope: Soulmates

She was that memory

Writer: @waywardbaby

Summary: The three stages of winning and losing the one you love.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Angst with a little bit of fluffy smut somewhere in the middle and then some more angst. We also have head-over-heels in love Dean, heart break and hurt. The fluffy smut doesn’t really require warnings but we have fingering and that’s all. The rest is pure fluff.

Trope: Friends to lovers & lovers to enemies

Body Swap

Writer: @roonyxx

Summary: What do you do when You and Dean switch bodies?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Fluff, crack, language, mutual mastrubation.

Trope: Body swap

LETTERS TO Y/N

Writer: @deanmonandnegansbitch

Summary: none provided

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (eventual), Human!Michael!Dean x Reader, Jo x Charlie, Anael x Ruby 2.0 x Author (Me)

Rating: Mutual pining, angst, thoughts of cheating, jealousy

Trope: Mutual pining

Falling In The Woods

Writer: @jensengirl83

Summary: Dean and Y/N have to pretend to be engaged for a hunt. How will things go considering they both have unspoken feelings for each other?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Angst, mutual pining, fake dating, fluff

Trope: Fake dating

The devil at your door

Writer: @herstarburststories

Summary: Deanmon x Reader, he realizes no one could tame the marks hunger like she did. And yet he lost her by sticking his dick in other women

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Rating: dirty talk, mentions of boob fucking, hints of dark sexual, angst if you squint, teasing

Trope: Lovers to enemies

Amas veritas

Writer: @jay-and-dean

Summary: Sharing a bed with your idols leads you to reveal a secret you have been keeping since childhood.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Rating: Fluff, Smut (hand!kink (duh), unprotected sex (you’re smarter than this), Dean really enjoying female orgasm, a hint of edging), swearing.

Trope: Sharing a bed

Want you back

Writer: @donutloverxo

Summary: You want Steve to be more than just your sugar daddy. He breaks your heart. Will he be able to make it upto?

Pairing: CEO!Steve x Reader

Rating: CEO au, sugar daddy/baby relationship, implied age gap, smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, daddy kink

Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Congruence

Writer: @gotnofucks

Summary: Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader, Loki x Reader

Rating: None? Strong language, I think. Fluff and bad English (not my first language)

Trope: Love Triangle

Butterfly Effect

Writer: @fangirlovestuff

Summary: The words on Steve’s arm point to the circumstances in which he will meet his soulmate, and they’re very specific, or so he thinks.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: reader gets a tatoo but basically this is just a huge fluff fest:)

Trope: Soulmate Trope

Not my world part I

Writer: @nekoannie-chan

Summary: The intrusion of a certain being will wreak havoc on Steve’s life, will Aryah be able to solve it?

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America/Captain HYDRA) X OFC (Aryah Rumlow)

Rating: Mentions of smut, nothing explicit, mentions of alcohol.

Trope: Parallel universes switching

This is an ongoing challenge. You can still join.

You can participate and send the entry until October 31st, 2020. Here’s the link to the challenge, rules and everything you need to know:

10,000 Followers celebration

A/N: Thanks to @writeyourmindaway for the divider

#10k Followers Challenge Masterlist #Lulu's 10k follower challenge #Lulu’s 10k follower challenge #writing challenge #supernatural #marvel fanfiction #dean winchester #steve rogers

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ourloveisforthelovely · 6 years ago

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Fix You 10

A/N: Rewrite. This series doesn’t follow the show. Sorry, its been forever since this has been updated!!!!

Link to Chapter 9

Words: 2,797

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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Meanwhile,

Lucifer sat in a small cafe with a bottle of whiskey in front of him. He was enjoying watching the drunken humans make total fools of themselves.

“Having fun?”

He looked up to see none other then Anael looking down at him. Lucifer gave him his best pouty smile.

“Awe, did you miss me?”

Anael rolled her eyes before sitting down.

“Hardly, I am only here because I have news that could be of some use to you.”

Lucifer put a hand on his heart acting like he was having a heart attack.

“Oh, you are so hurtful! You are breaking my poor little heart! Now that I have gotten that out of my system, what do you have to tell me?”

Anael rolled her eyes. As much as she hated dealing with Lucifer at the moment it was good news to share. Lucifer's voice interrupted her thoughts,

“Did you find my kid? Please tell me that you did because I am getting a little impatient and you know how me and impatience don't go well together.”

Anael focused her cat-like gaze on the prince of darkness before speaking.

“No, regrettably, I was unable to locate your child as you asked. I do, however, know that you have other family that you could use.”

Lucifer scowled before slouching down in his chair.

“I doubt whatever you have to say isn't going to make me happy. You’re a party pooper.”

Anael rolled her eyes.

“You have a niece and I think she would be of some interest to you. The angels are really concerned about her.”

Lucifer's eyes widened.

“A niece, huh? Well, look at that some other angel has been bad too! Why should I care about some other Nephilim when I have my own kid to worry about?”

Anael smiled.

“Because she is half Nephilim and half archangel.”

Lucifer sat up straighter, looking clearly confused.

“Half Archangel? What is Michael and Raphael up to?”

Anael smirked.

“It wasn't either of them.”

Lucifer's scowl became more defined.

“It's not possible! Gabriel is dead! I killed him!”

Anael rolled her eyes.

“Not quite. He's alive and kicking. Your niece is five years old and smart! The smartest I have ever seen. She has a lot of potential”

Lucifer looked completely baffled! Gabriel had literally placed him like a fiddle! Lucifer taught Gabriel all of his tricks and now they had been used against him.

“That little son of a bitch played me! He made me feel, feelings! I want you to go get that kid! I want her too!”

Anael snorted.

“Sorry, I am not going after her! I am not foolish enough to go up against Gabriel. He'll kill me when it comes to that child. Not to mention I am kind of concerned about what that child can actually do. If you want her, go get her yourself. I should probably also mention that the child is also being protected by Amara.”

Lucifer stood. He was done listening to this bullshit!

“I'll go find them myself. I swear if you want something done right you have to do it yourself! This time that brother of mine is dying!”

Meanwhile, back with Team Free Will....

“Prove to me that you actually love me and that I can trust you....that's my word.”

Gabriel had to look away from you. There was that disappointed expression that he was given so often. Maybe Loki was right? Maybe he was a failure? He had it all with you before; someone who loved him and relationship should!

You meanwhile, kept your attention focused on Gabriel. His face looked almost hopeless! Even after everything that he had put you through; you still felt pain when you saw that look in his eyes.

“What happened to your face?”

You asked softly. Gabriel’s head snapped up as he thought about the ass beating that Loki had given him.

“Had my ass kicked.”

He said with an embarrassed expression. Your worries expression intensified.

“It’s alright, sugar. It wasn’t the worst thing that has happened to me.”

You didn’t look convinced enough. You walked to Gabriel putting a hand on his cheek healing the bruise.

“Is your grace weak again?”

Gabriel gave you a nervous chuckle.

“Yea, peach. Everything about me is weak apparently.”

Gabriel immediately reached out taking your hands in his.

“It isn’t your fault so please don’t even think of it. Y/n, I’ll sing like a canary if it fixes things between us. I’ll let you know everything you want to know. You want my life story I’ll tell you every grimy detail.”

You were clearly surprised! This was a whole new side to Gabriel. You expected Gabriel to put up a fight or do one of his cunning little jokes. Sitting down on the bed, you patted the place beside you.

“Whatever you want to tell me.”

You said softly. Curiosity was definitely getting the better of you! Gabriel nodded as he joined you on the bed.

30 minutes later, you sat beside Gabriel with your mouth hanging open. Your head was spinning with everything that Gabriel had just told you! For a few moments, you had no idea what to say to him! From hearing about his wreck of a “childhood” to his decision to leave heaven, up to getting his ass kicked by Loki...all of it was hard to hear!

“Gabriel, I...”

He shook his head.

“You don't have to say anything. Hopefully, you can see why I didn't want to go and spill my guts to you. What kind of girl in the right mind would want to be with a guy like me?”

You answered without thinking.

“One that loves you! Why can't you see that? After everything that you have put me through I still love you more than anyone on this earth! I don't trust you right now! I am not about to jump in bed and fuck you. Like I said, you have a lot to make up for. Gabriel, you are not a failure. I don't even want that in your mind.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. How could you say that he wasn't a failure? In his mind, he literally failed at everything he has ever done! He failed at being an archangel and he most definitely failed as a soulmate and father.

“Kinda hard for it not to be.”

You stood up fighting the urge to cuddle him. He looked so hurt and vulnerable! You reached out letting your hand cup his face. Gabriel's golden eyes rolled up to your face.

“Y/n, you don't have to do this.”

You shook your head.

“I'm not doing anything. We are going to get you back to your standard archangel power strength and go from there. That is what WE are going to do. Now I am going to go get our daughter so I can get her back to sleep before she talks Jack's ear off.”

Gabriel smirked.

“Jack wouldn't complain. He's missed her.”

You turned and walked into JoyAnna's room where she sat snoozing on Jack's lap. He looked up with a smile.

“I think she is tired.”

Jack stood up and placed the little girl in your arms. You were pleased to see that he hadn't lost his kind demeanor.

“I'm glad to see you, Jack.”

Jack looked overjoyed.

“Me too. We'll talk later in the morning when Joy wakes up.”

You gave his forearm a pat before turning and going back into your bedroom. Gabriel sat on the bed. He quickly looked up as you put Joy in the middle of the bed.

“She will be out for a few hours.”

You said before laying down as Gabriel turned on his side. He looked down at his daughter's little round face and that guilty feeling came right back! Gabriel had missed her birth and the majority of her first few years.

Looking back up at your face, Gabriel reached out intertwining your hands. To his surprise, you didn't pull away.

“It's going to be okay.”

You whispered softly. Gabriel half smiled. Both of you were unsure whether that statement to be true or not. The most that the two of you could do was hope for the best!

Later in the morning when Joy woke up. She between Gabriel and yourself with a small smile before throwing a leg over Gabriel's side to get out of bed. Joy stopped moving when her father's eyes snapped open.

“Where are you going?”

Gabriel questioned softly. JoyAnna pointed to the door.

“Going to find Jack. Mommy is still sleeping?”

Gabriel nodded.

“Yeah, peach.”

Gabriel carefully turned on his back so JoyAnna could slide out of bed a little easier.

“Don't go getting into anything.”

Gabriel whispered. JoyAnna gave him a knowing smirk. She giggled.

“You're good!”

Gabriel chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“You have no idea, princess. Now go be a good girl.”

A few hours later, Joy sat on the couch with a quantum mechanics book in front of her as she read to Sam. He was totally surprised that the child could sit there and read word for word each sentence and was able to tell him exactly how the subject worked.

“Wow, Joy.”

Sam managed to get out as he looked over at Dean who was half asleep.

“Maybe you should go teach Dean all about it.”

Joy grinned before she slid off of Sam's lap and went over to Dean. Slinging the book against the eldest Winchester's chest, Joy climbed up to join him. Dean jumped awake and looked down as she started to read.

“What are you doing?”

He asked. Joy pointed to the book and gave him the exact expression Gabriel would when dealing with a stupid person.

“I am teaching you something.”

Dean looked down at the book and right away he felt tired again.

“Kid, I will never use this a day in my life.”

Joy smirked.

“Did you watch Cops like I asked you?”

Dean nodded.

“I was doing character building all night.”

The sound of fluttering wings made Dean look around to see none other than Balthazar. Joy immediately jumped off of Dean's lap and went to the angel holding her hands up. Balthazar reached down picking the child up before noticing Sam and Dean. He automatically frowned before giving them a nod and looking back to his granddaughter. Balthazar knew that he could get whatever he wanted from the child.

“Hello there, sweet pea. What's new around here?”

JoyAnna looked like she was about to pop with all of the excitement that had happened in the last day!

“You have missed a lot grandpa! Daddy came back and so did everyone else! Aunty Amara has stepped out for a bit. She said she was going to visit grandpa Chuck. He's a nervous little guy, huh?”

Balthazar's rage began to build at the mere mention of Gabriel being anywhere near his daughter and granddaughter.

“Love, where are your mum and dad?”

As if cued to do so, you walked into the room with Gabriel behind you. You stopped the moment that you saw your father. Turning to Gabriel, you sighed seeing that frown on his face reappear.

Balthazar, meanwhile, put Joy down.

“Sweetheart, why don't you...”

Joy sighed,

“I know, go play! Sheesh, I am missing everything.”

Once JoyAnna was safely out of earshot Balthazar focused his attention on Gabriel.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here? You left and should have stayed gone, Gabriel. You're made a giant mess out of things as it is.”

Gabriel smiled.

“I am here for my family. I don't know what else it looks like.”

Balthazar frowned.

“You are just going to destroy things.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to get between Gabriel and your father.

“Both of you stop! Dad, Gabriel and I have a lot of things to work on and I am not jumping into anything quickly. Gabriel has every right to see his child. I am not stopping that. Besides Joy loves him. I was wrong to keep him from her this long.”

Balthazar was clearly not seeing his daughter's point of view.

“He's just going to hurt the two of you again. It seems that is his talent.”

Dean stepped in clearly having enough! He was tired of being privy to angel relations.

“I'm putting my two cents in. Balthazar, I get where you are coming from because I am concerned too but it is their decision. If you try to keep Y/n and Gabriel apart it's going to backfire on you.”

Dean turned to face Gabriel and yourself.

“You two are going to have to get your shit together and grow up that's all there is to it. You both run when the rough gets going and that has to stop! It isn't fair to Joy or anyone else that has to deal with you both. That is the lesson that Chuck and Amara are trying to drill into your head, Gabriel. Y/n, you know I care about you. You're a great friend and I can't believe that I am saying this but Gabriel has been miserable without you. I am not telling you to go fuck his brains out but listen to him. Asmodeus the asshat may be gone but there are other things that we are going to have to deal with. We can't go up against things like Lucifer and whatever else and expect to live the way that we are going.”

Dean was pleased to see that he had clearly struck a nerve with both of you. You had edged closer to Gabriel and was wrapping your hand around his.

“He's right. Things have to change.”

Meanwhile with Lucifer,

Lucifer stood in front of none other than Michael. His older brother sat behind a large oak desk with his hands crossed.

“Lucifer, whatever can I do for you? I must say that I am shocked that you have come to locate me.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he looked at his older brother. The guy left “bizarro world” and his kick-ass vessel to come to this world and be in fucking young John Winchester's vessel.

“Sheesh Michael, you got rid of the cool vessel for a Winchester?”

Michael smirked. The coldness in his eyes sparkled as he gave his younger brother a disapproving scowl.

“My choosing of vessels in my own business. Now like I asked what can I do for you?”

Lucifer shook his head.

“Actually I have a team work propitiation for you.”

Lucifer wanted to choke on his words. The last thing that he wanted to do was team up with Michael but he would need help getting his hands on their little niece. Michael looked intrigued as he sat up straighter.

“And that is? Why would I want to work with you?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“Aw, I don't know. I mean it's just a slight issue known as a half Nephilim/half archangel that has come into existence that could totally help us.”

Michael held up a hand.

“Pardon? Half Nephilim/half archangel? What?”

Lucifer nodded feeling a little more excited. The expression on Michael's face was enough to make Lucifer be more amused.

“Gabriel and a Nephilim shacked up and made a baby. I would go after them but poor little ole me is low on grace because of you. I know that you wouldn't want to get your hands dirty...”

Michael slammed his hands down the table.

“Gabriel knows better! You did too when you made a Nephilim and look what happened to you!”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

“Uh yeah, but I really would like to get our niece.”

Michael shook his head.

“The child has to die and so does her filthy half breed mother. Do not harm either of them. I have plans.”

Lucifer was quietly muttering that he should have just started looking himself as Michael again stood.

“What plans?”

Lucifer questioned. Maybe he was going to have to play double agent to finally get Michael killed off and get his hands on his niece.

“I am going to kill them in front of Gabriel and make him watch the light leave their eyes.”

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atc74 · 6 years ago

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Heaven & Hell Bingo

I Wanna Go Back - Joshua - Dean x Reader AU

People Skills - Castiel - Detective!Cas - no pairing

Hell on Earth - Vessel - Maggie OC - angst - TRIGGER WARNING MAJOR CHARACTER SUICIDE

Making Circles - Dean x Reader flangst series

Month Three - Case Fic

Month Five - Castiel

Month Six - Smiting

Epilogue - Hurt/Comfort

Honey Bee - Michael!Dean - Michael!Dean/Daddy!Dean, Daughter OC sfw

I’d Rather Be Blind - Rogue Cupid - Dean x Reader flangst sfw

Watching You (Epilogue) - Michael - Sam x Reader AU angst CONTAINS TW

A Whole New World - Free Space - Sam x Reader nsfw

The Perfect Vessel - Lucifer!Sam aesthetic

Anael’s Faith - Sister Jo - aesthetic w/ ficlet no pairing

Take Me Home - The Beginning - Apocalypse - no pairing PLEASE HEED TW

A Whole New Experience - Grace Kink - no pairing really nsfw

An Enlightening Experience - Missing Scene - Sam x Reader x Cas, Sastiel, if you squint nsfw

**updated 1/5/2020

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thebiggerbear · 1 year ago

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"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - Anael Prompt Response

Summary: Anael calls you to pick her up after she leaves Cas back at the Emporium. Having just come off of a rough hunt, you're really not that inclined to be at the angel's beck and call.

Pairing: Anael x Female!Reader; Anael x Female!Huntress Reader

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). For Anael's version of this prompt response, I had quite a few ideas that got written but just didn't seem to work out for one reason or another. Eventually, I settled on this and the more I wrote it, the more it felt right to me. So, I hope it's okay.

This is meant to take place right after 14x17.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: mentions of drug-like usage/using behavior; implied sex; mentions of child death

Word Count: 4186

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

Anael Taglist: @nancymcl; @brightlilith

You can also read on AO3

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Soldier Boy version ✨ Beau version ✨ Dean version ✨ Jenny version ✨ Jason version ✨ Tom version ✨ CJ version ✨ Rachel version ✨ Alec version ✨ SDV Leah version

Your phone started to buzz on the table and when you glanced at the screen, you let out a snort. You seriously contemplated letting the call go to voicemail but you figured that would be more trouble than it was worth in the end. You swiped up on the screen and held the phone to your ear.

“Yeah,” You greeted.

“It’s me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know. What do you want?”

You heard her scoff on the other end. Good, maybe she was finally getting the message. “Wow, bypassing the small talk and getting right to it, huh? Why, I’m doing well, Y/N, and thanks for asking. I’m so glad I called.”

You wiped your hands on a rag. “Cut the crap, Ana. You and I both know you wouldn’t have called if you didn’t need something. So, what do you need?”

She was silent for a moment and you could just imagine the scowl on her face. “I need a ride,” she sniffed.

“A ride?” You nearly laughed. “Last I checked, you’re an angel. Can’t you, you know, fly wherever you need to?” You knew you were being a bit of an ass but you didn’t care; it was better this way.

“You know I can’t fly.” You could practically hear her eyes roll through the phone. “And even if I could, with everything that’s going on right now, it’s better to keep a low profile.”

“Michael’s gone, Ana. Well, that Michael anyway. You don’t need to worry anymore,” you assured her, a bit of compassion leaking from your tone. You couldn’t help it; you’d seen how unsettled she’d been after Michael, who was wearing Dean Winchester at the time, paid her a visit. She’d almost looked scared and as she told you all too often, angels didn’t get scared. It had taken some coaxing (not as much as you expected though) but you managed to finally get her to do the right thing and call Sam Winchester to give him a heads up about his brother’s location as well as Michael’s plan. That was the thing about the angel you were currently on the line with. She talked a big game and pretended she didn’t care, she appeared to only be interested in money, couture, and having the table tilted towards her. However, you knew differently.

For instance, when she counted money, yes she was committing the amount to mind, but she also did it as a nervous tic (which was weird for an angel to have). While as a super-strong celestial being she could brazenly count her money anywhere in front of anyone and never worry, she never did it in front of the people she was helping. “Bad for business.” That’s what she’d told you when you first asked but you noticed that she counted the same bills that she had counted an hour beforehand and the amount hadn’t changed. There was something comforting to her about having the cash in hand, whether because she had been smart and made it on her own, or it gave her a sense of freedom from the existence she had known previously as well as instilling a feeling of value within her. Before she’d been a button pusher and punished for asking questions; now she was a self-made businesswoman and her own boss, answering to no one.

She also appeared to be vain and completely full of herself, thanks to her vessel’s beautiful looks and how she presented herself through the actual Jo. Though through your association together, when she believed you and the others weren’t looking, you caught her healing a hurt child or a sick old woman without asking for any form of payment. You’d gotten to know her and you believed there was a good side to her, when she wasn’t being self-serving that is. But then again what did you know about celestial beings?

Which is what had you straightening up and clearing your throat quietly, removing all softness from your voice. “So you can get someone else to pick you up, hell take an Uber for all I care, but I’m in the middle of something and I can’t just drop everything to come get you whenever the hell you decide to call.”

Silence.

You tossed the rag you had been using onto the workbench. You had been changing the oil on your car, having just arrived back from a particularly brutal case the night before. Maintaining the classic car you drove, keeping to routine, that was your own source of comfort. You waited for her to respond to you, most likely some snippy yet witty reply. Most other hunters might not be willing to risk pissing off an angel, but Ana was no ordinary angel and you weren’t any other hunter. You two might not have the bond Dean Winchester had with Castiel, but you and Ana seemed to share an understanding. Well, most of the time.

“How bad?”

“What?”

“How bad?” She repeated. “The case. How bad was it?”

You hung your head, pressing your lips into a thin line. She definitely knew you more than you gave her credit for. “Pretty bad,” you mumbled.

“Your crew?”

You let out a breath. “Still all accounted for. Though they’ll be taking a well-earned short vacation for the time being.” The truth was you all needed a breather after that.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“Come pick me up,” she urged, not sounding so demanding this time. “I’m not that far from you.”

This wasn’t a good idea. “Ana, I don’t—”

“Come see me,” she coaxed softly. “You need me, I can tell.”

Your reflex was to automatically protest her words. “I don’t need—” But then you thought about how you hadn’t slept a wink since what happened and how you’d had to consistently bury yourself into something to occupy your mind, trying not to think of the sound of the kids’ screams or how they’d looked after. You also thought about how you were running on fumes, hanging by a thread, and you were struggling really hard to put this one behind you.

“You do,” she insisted, almost as if she heard your thoughts.

You thought it over for a moment. You really could go for a drive, to try to clear your head if for nothing else. But at the same time, you wanted your space and company was the last thing you wanted, especially hers. She had a way of seeing right through you; you supposed it was her being an angel and all. But right now all you wanted to do was curl into yourself and retreat from the world until things in your head made sense again (because the world never would).

“Y/N,” she tried again, her tone still gentle yet also letting you know she wasn’t going to let this go. The more you resisted, the more she was going to push. Even if she did indeed have to get a ride from someone else. You could almost guarantee, somehow, someway, she’d be on your doorstep before the night’s end.

Fuck it. You sighed and moved over to the sink to wash your hands. “What’s the address?”

You watched as Ana approached the old pick-up you’d chosen to drive instead of your car, opting to stay lowkey, and she got in. Her brown eyes were intent on you from the moment she settled into her seat. You knew she could see just how broken you were after last night, how you were barely hanging on, and you hated it.

“Find us a place,” she commanded.

You shot her a look. “Ana…”

“Find one.” Her tone brooked no argument.

You flashed a glare over at her but shifted the truck into gear regardless and did as she said. You knew she wouldn’t let up until you did.

You coasted to a stop and put the truck into park before turning it off. You had found an inconspicuous spot at what looked to be a park for bike riders, power walkers, and wanderers alike. There appeared to be a pond in the middle and ducks were floating along the glassy surface that was studded with flowers and lilypads. The wind rustled through the trees and the sun was just starting to sink down behind the mountains, painting the sky in hues of pink, purple, yellow, and orange — a marriage of shades of color that Man had not been able to replicate entirely, leaving Nature as the sole artist to achieve that palette. It was beautiful and all you could think about was how the family you’d tried to save would never get to see a sky like this ever again (or any sky for that matter). It poured salt into the wound when you spied two young children running around, laughing, as their mother playfully chased after them, smiling wide. You hoped they would stay as happy as they were in this moment and that they would never know the horrors that you knew all too well, that they would never know what existed in the shadows of this world around them, just waiting to gobble them up and snuff them out.

“You’re not injured,” Ana determined, her penetrative gaze still roaming over you. “Not physically at least.”

Your eyes flickered to hers and you gave her a look, but you didn’t say anything before you turned back to the sunset.

You felt her hand begin to cover yours and you moved it quickly away, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Ana…”

“Y/N.” She sounded completely unfazed by your pulling away, so much so that you turned to look at her. She was focused on you, her eyes never moving from yours, as she reached out to you. “Let me help,” she urged.

“Ana, I don’t think—”

She huffed out an impatient breath. “That’s your problem. Stop thinking.” She slid closer to you in the bucket seat and her hands framed your face. “Let me help you,” she murmured before leaning in and placing her lips over yours.

As expected, a warm tingly feeling shot through you from where her lips and hands connected to your skin. It was almost like that warm feeling you get in your gut after taking your first shot of liquor that feels like fanning an ember back into a slow-building flame. Though this particular warmth was now throughout every single inch of your body, touching every single cell of your existence. And it grew and grew until a huge wave of warm and light washed over you. Once it did, your head slowly fell back against the headrest and a bright blue-white haze covered your vision. You could see Ana smiling down at you, from her perch on your lap that she had somehow moved into during the kiss. She looked even more beautiful in this light though you still couldn’t see past the face of Jo to Ana’s true form. That disappointed you a little though you expected it. She had told you some time ago that you would never be able to see it, that it was dangerous to humans if they tried and could even prove fatal. It still didn’t mean you didn’t want to see a glimpse of it though someday. You had no idea why you wanted to see it; you just did.

Ana moved some loose strands of hair out of your face. “There. Feel better?”

“Mmm.” You slowly closed your eyes, enjoying the feelings coursing through you. “Much.” It was true. You felt like you could jump out of the truck and go run a 5K or climb the highest mountain without having to take one single break. You even felt like you could swim the English Channel. It was amazing what a little angelic grace could do to the human body.

“Good.” She laid her hands against your cheeks and forced your gaze up to meet hers. You noticed that she was inches from your lips again. “Now, take me somewhere nice.”

The nicest place ended up being a motel on the edge of town (the best room they had of course, one that the clerk assured Ana was cleaned regularly while he looked clearly annoyed that she had the nerve to ask) where you holed up for the next day or so. It was a blur of moans, tender caresses, and grace injections as you’d come to refer to them. Each time you were about to crash, Ana would take your angel blade and cut a tiny slice on the skin of her neck that immediately glowed bluish-white. You loved it when she did that because you would latch your lips to that spot and consume the little bit of grace you could get before the wound closed, and she would arch her back before prettily moaning into your ear, gently holding the back of your head to that spot.

You weren’t a grace junkie as Ana liked to call you sometimes but you couldn’t deny that when she offered up trace amounts of grace like this, especially when you needed a boost, you absolutely took it. In your line of work, with what you’d see on the daily, how could you not take it when offered? The thin thread you’d been hanging on now felt as if it wouldn’t snap so easily, like it had been fortified in steel or something. But at the same time, you hated yourself for allowing the energy into your system, allowing her to be the one to feed it to you, though you would never take it from any other angel.

One of the rare moments in between injections, Ana was laying next to you, holding herself up by her elbow, her head in her hand as she studied you. You were on your back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Feel like talking about it now?”

You briefly glanced over at her, huffing a laugh, as you folded an arm behind your head. “Is that what this was all about? Getting me to talk about it?”

“You were in pain,” she defended.

Your eyes met hers and you could see the tender concern behind them. It always caught you off guard, the genuine care she seemed to have for you. That certainly hadn’t been the case when you two first met. It seemed like a lifetime ago when you’d held an angel blade to her throat, demanding to know where a certain rogue angel was located. And now, here you were…in this very weird space otherwise known as your working relationship.

You supposed she was right; you had been in pain, in a way. You turned your head to stare back up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at Ana for this part. “It was a Rugaru. It got to a family before we could stop it.” You briefly squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting those images to come back. “It was feeding on the two small kids when we got there. The parents were already gone. The screams, Ana…” You shook your head. “We killed it right there. But, um, it was too late for the kids.” You wiped a stray tear that had made its way down your cheek. “They hadn’t even made it to double digits yet.” You clenched your jaw. “We should have figured it out and gotten there sooner.”

Ana tenderly brushed hair away from your face. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, it is,” you whispered. “Any other hunter would have picked up on what they were dealing with and saved that family.”

“Okay, first off, that’s not true. Second, you were not the only hunter there. And third, who’s to say if other hunters had been in your place that they would have been able to save the family?”

“They would’ve. Had it been the Winchesters, they definitely would’ve.”

Ana gripped your chin and turned you to look at her. “Don’t do this to yourself. The monster killed that family, not you. And you put an end to it so it will never hurt anyone again. You hunters do more for this flawed world in a week than most people do in their lifetimes. You do more than angels or Heaven or God himself even. You put your life on the line every single day to help people you’ve never met before, to keep them safe. You stand in between them and the monsters. You don’t get paid, you hardly get any thanks, you see some of the worst things that most humans will never see, and yet, you still continue to do it.”

“Isn’t that the job? Saving people, hunting things?” You teased.

She frowned down at you. “Don’t do that. Don’t make light of what I’m saying because you feel uncomfortable.”

“I’m not,” you insisted. “I just…” You threw up a hand, shaking your head.

Her expression softened and she stroked your cheek. “You’re a good person, Y/N, and a good hunter. Don’t ever doubt yourself. You can’t save everyone though you try. By killing that monster, you saved many families. Don’t forget that.”

You pressed your lips together and dropped your gaze. You knew she meant well and she was right, you couldn’t save everyone, but it still was going to take you some time to get past this one. You weren’t the only one feeling that way, either. You weren’t entirely sure if all of the hunters in your group would be coming back, two individuals in particular. They’d been the ones to tend to the kids and hold them as they died while you and the others took down the Rugaru. You couldn’t blame them if they decided to hang it up after this.

Ana gripped your chin a little tighter, making your eyes dart up to her face, and you watched as she studied you, appearing to be contemplating something. Before you could ask what she was thinking, she slowly leaned down and pressed her lips to yours. This time, though, you didn’t feel any grace coursing through your skin.

She pulled away after a few moments and you stared up at her in confusion. Giving you a tender smile, she trailed her finger along your jawline. “I like you, Y/N. You’re one of the better humans I’ve met since I’ve been down here.”

“You like me?” You asked in disbelief.

“Does that surprise you?”

“Um, yeah? I thought you couldn’t stand me most of the time.”

“Not most of the time, just sometimes. I certainly can stomach you more than any other human.”

“Wow. I feel special.”

“You should.” She ran her finger down the bridge of your nose to the tip. “Do you think I go around giving my grace to just anyone?”

“Well, there was Lucifer.”

“That was different,” she snapped.

“You heal a lot of people, which I’m all for by the way.”

She leaned back in. “But they don’t get it directly from the source and they don’t get the perks I give you,” she finished right above your lips before kissing you again. This time, you could feel grace being infused into your skin and running rampant through your system. When she broke away from you, you opened your eyes to find that familiar bluish-white haze covering your vision. It was like seeing in 20/20 vision, only a hundred thousand times better.

Ana ran a finger along your lips and as always, you could feel the touch that much more, sending tingles through your body. Glancing up at her, you started thinking about other touches and how they would feel magnified like this. Then you remembered what some people usually did to feel alive again after seeing death and how fleeting life could be.

Within seconds, you were sitting up and you grabbed her and moved her to your lap, very aware that she had let you do it. You saw her smirking down at you as she framed your face with your hands.

“You know, you say you like me but I’m wondering just how much.”

“Oh really?”

“I think we should find out.” You yanked her closer against you and she shook her head, smirking even wider. You tugged the back of her hair, forcing her to arch her neck and she let out a tiny gasp. You knew it was more for theatrical effect than anything else.

“Don’t forget, this is Mulberry silk,” she warned you. “You get blood on it, I’ll kill you, no matter if I like you.”

You used your free hand to place a finger to her lips. “You’re talking way too much. All I want to hear out of this mouth right now are the pretty sounds you make or you begging me for more.” Normally, unless you were in the bedroom you didn’t talk like this, but you could feel the grace fueling everything deep within you, even your ego.

“I won’t be begging.”

“You will,” you whispered into her ear before nibbling on the lobe. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You grabbed the angel blade and created a tiny slice in her skin, seeing the grace peeking out at you from within. Ana placed her hands on your shoulders but she didn’t resist as you swiped your tongue over the wound. “I hate you,” she finished in a moan.

You huffed out a laugh when you felt her pull you closer, her fingers winding into your hair to hold you to her. “You have a weird way of showing that.” You dropped the angel blade on the floor and moved in for the kill.

You had been right; not only did you get Ana to beg, you felt everything a hundred million times more than you normally would. And she had been right; not only did she like you, the shattered glass littering the room and the car horns blaring outside when you were finished proved just how much.

You licked your lips nervously as you parked the pickup, your body having returned to its normal state less than an hour ago. “Listen,” you started. “That was a one time thing.”

Ana turned a smirk onto you, knowing full well how this little back and forth went between you afterwards. “No. It wasn’t.”

“Yeah, it was.”

She turned in her seat to fully face you, laying a hand on your shoulder. “It wasn’t the last few times it happened and it won’t be the next few times. Not to mention we have another motel we nearly destroyed.” She squeezed your shoulder. “I know you don’t want to admit it to yourself, but you like me, too.”

Your jaw tightened and you glared at her, but kept quiet.

She leaned in and you didn’t stop her when she kissed you, no grace involved this time. “Now, you go enjoy your well-deserved break from hunting. Me? I’ve got some business to take care of.” She inclined her head towards the church you were dropping her off at, the sign welcoming Sister Jo, the faith healer. “I’ll call you when I’m finished.”

You watched as she got out of the truck and turned back to you, resting her hand on the open window ledge. Her smirk was cocky, knowing, but her eyes appeared a little softer when she trained them on you. “Until then, Y/N.” She shot you a wink and then walked away.

You watched as she made her way into the church. You thought over what she said. Yeah, you liked her, but you weren’t about to admit that to her. It didn’t matter if she admitted it to you first. She was still an angel, a fallen angel who lied when it suited her and money was the name of the game for her. At least on the outside. But the Ana you’d gotten to know over the last year, ever since you’d crossed her path in your quest for revenge against one of her fallen brothers who had murdered your hunting partner…she was different and she was who you liked. You just wished…well, that things could be different. That she wasn’t an angel and that you could have met some other way. But no matter what you wished, this was your reality and there was no changing it. Ana was an angel and you were having whatever this was with one. If your old hunting partner could see you now…

You shook that thought out of your head and started the pickup, driving away from the church, headed back to your place. You told yourself for the millionth time that the next time Ana called you, you wouldn’t pick up. But a part of you knew that you would, and this scenario would play out again, as it had many times before. You knew she was right and you hated her for that. The disappointment you felt at yourself knew no bounds.

You switched on the radio, picking a familiar song and choosing to get lost in the music instead of your thoughts. Until then.

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supernatural-jackles · 6 years ago

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Okay, just hear me out! I was cleaning my room when this idea popped into my head!Michael!Dean x Angel-Possessed!Reader x Castiel x Anael. LOL. I just remember all your jensen x reader x danneel fics so I just thought I'd share this one with you. xD

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!? 😂

I think I’d have to leave the Castiel part out tho. I can’t write him to save my life.

Fun fact (don’t tell anyone): my requests open tomorrow 😉😉

#Oh dear lord #squirrel-moose-winchester

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A Very Supernatural Halloween: Michael!Dean x Reader, ft. Anael The Reader decides to investigate an abandoned church with friends, ends up discovering a hidden room and stumbles upon Michael and Anael, she can't deny their beauty and though she is scared doesn't scream nor cry. Anael teases about a new toy and Michael isn't too interested but once Anael and Reader get freaky, decides that maybe she is worthwhile. The end? She remains as their little whore for whatever they want of course.

YAS, I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!

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A Very Supernatural Halloween

#dean winchester x reader #anael x reader #michael!dean x reader #michael!dean x reader x anael #a very supernatural halloween

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herstarburststories · 4 years ago

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1541 Celebration Masterlist!

This was the first celebration that I've ever hosted, so I want to thank everyone who participated or sent a signal boost. A special thanks to my followers. As Jensen said to Jared: I wouldn't be here without you. Okay, time to read the marvelous stories you guys came up with! ♡

Stranger - part one by @superbadassnatural!

Summary: After a disastrous date, Y/N decides to drown her sorrows in a bar a few blocks down the road. Luckily, she meets a stranger that manages to talk some sense into her.

Homeward Bound by @chevyharvelle!

Summary: the fight is over, and now Dean can finally follow his heart- back to you.

What’s Left Of Me by @jawritter!

Summary: Who know one little woman could have turned his whole world upside down? He had done so good alone for so long. Then here you come along, and ruin everything.

It killed you just the same by @baconcheeseburger!

Summary: Dean runs into a shapeshifter while he is out grabbing some food. The shifter changes his apparence and changes into you. Dean manages to capture and kill it, but at what cost?

There’ll Be Peace by @ladyofmaidensandwine!

Summary: The world is ending, and on their potential last night on Earth, Dean and the reader find closure.

The One Where Love Hurts by @msmarvelouswinchester!

Summary - The reader used to date Dean but then he broke her heart and Sam was there to help her get her back on her feet and along the way they fell in love and at your best friend’s wedding, Sam finally takes a step forward.

This is me trying… by @holylulusworld!

Summary: A break-up always leaves you with an open wound…

illicit by @negans-lucille-tblr!

Summary: Illicit - adjective - forbidden by law, rules, or custom.

And that’s the thing about illicit affairs, and clandestine meetings and longing stares - It’s born from just one single glance, but it dies, and it dies, and it dies a million little times.

What Could Still Be by @deansmyapplepie!

Summary: Several years after the reader has left Dean, she is filled with regret as her best friend informs her that she cheater herself out of happiness. As fate would have it, though, Dean walks into that very bar.

Denim and Demon Blood by @cajunquandary!

Summary: When Dean fails to back up the Reader on a hunt, she almost pays the price.

Hoax by @blue-lion1!

Summary: Michael!Dean x reader

WE DON’T BELONG HERE by @deanmonandnegansbitch!

Summary: Anael x Ruby!2.0

#starburstnewmilestone #masterlist #dean winchester #michael!dean #sam Winchester #lisa braeden #anael #ruby #dean winchester x reader #dean x you #michael!dean x you #michael!dean x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean x lisa #anael x ruby 2.0

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unfortunate-brat · 3 years ago

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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

" 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. " 𝙼𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎."

There’s something about female villains that intrigue me. It’s never caused by simple things like many believe, it takes more than one bad day to make such a big change in your morals and take on such a role. In movies, female villains are one dimensional, often portrayed to make you hate them and love the hero, but what if we flipped the tides?

I want you to illustrate a villain that’s just more than her tragedy, someone who uses her wits to get anything done, someone with more dimensions and if you wanna throw it in there, a killer backstory. I want your fic to make me hate the hero and love the villain. Keep reading if you’re interested in more.

How Will This Work?

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Choose a prompt below and if you’re feeling a little more inspired take a look at the challenge playlist, pick a song and make a fic from it !! Make sure to name which song you used so I can listen while I read !!

Playlist for this Challenge found here !!

The Rules;

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Two blogs per prompt, I will add more if many join. I made each one up so it might take a lil while. Send me an ask with your chosen character + prompt !!

Minors are NOT allowed to participate. Neither are blogs without any indication that they’re an adult being on their bio.

I have squicks which will prevent me from reading your entry if they include scat, assplay, anal, nipple clamps, knife play, blood play, machoism, priest!kink, choking, piss kink, incest, pet play, suicide.

THERE IS NO DEADLINE

TAG YOUR FIC ACCORDINGLY; PLACE PROPER WARNINGS; DARK!FICS ARE WELCOME.

Almost any AU’s allowed (ask if you’re not sure), yandere too

A/b/o is also allowed

Since this includes reader, it’s reader x character only, no ship pairings !!

Each fic MUST include a villain!reader, not the other way around.

Each fic MUST include angst of some kind, remember this is centered around a villain!reader

Remember to add hashtag #She Wants Revenge Challenge within first 5 tags of your fic !!

If I have not reblogged it, dm it to me after 24 hours !!

Just changed the rule to allow RPF, as of 9/14/21 since it’s an AU which should be okay. Wasn’t sure at first.

PROMPTS:

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" Quite the contrary amigo, I don't dabble in heroism."

"I told you, this wasn't going to work out like the movies."

" You see?? You're just like me, fighting a never ending battle of someone's cruel game."

" I'm not a pawn, bitch I'm the Queen."

"What's yours is mine. always."

"Aww, are you done with your little speech about honor?" @romancherry

"Boring, enough hero monologue."

“You’re so stupid.”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” @slothspaghettiwrites

“ I don’t want to be saved, I just wanted respect.” @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

“ Corruption works both ways.” @sparkledfirecracker

“You’re a fool if you think you can fix me.”

“Sweetheart, I thought this was a man’s world? I thought you knew that by now.”

“Shame, I don’t have time to fuck and kill you now.”

“See you in Hell bastard.” @specialk-18

“A one man army? I’m flattered.”

“Lemme guess, you’re gonna wear spandex to fight me? Try denim.”

“Throw the first punch then, show me you’re worth antagonizing.”

“ Does this jail cell come with you in a maid’s costume serving me food on Fridays?”

“Honestly, I could steal a coffin.”

“You don’t forget the past, it’s the stepping stone for your revenge silly.”

“Look I appreciate the offer but I don’t screw heroes sexually, however non sexually is a whole other ball park.”

CHARACTERS ( RPF ALLOWED FOR THOSE LISTED ONLY):

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Chris Evans Characters (Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Mr. Frezzy, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea and Jake Jensen)

Jensen Ackles Characters (Dean Winchester, Deanmon, Michael!Dean, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Red Hood)

Danneel Ackles characters (Rachel Gatina and Anael)

Ben Barnes Characters (Billy Russo and General Kirigan)

Pedro Pascal Character (Javier Pena, Agent Whiskey )

Jeffery Dean Morgan Characters (John Winchester and Negan)

Michael B. Jordan (Kilmonger)

Poison Ivy

Ursula

#She Wants Revenge Challenge #Yas hosts a challenge !!

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