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@feedourthoughts-blog
Hey there could you do a supernatural imagine where the reader finds out they are the daughter of Lucifer and he save her and to keep her safe he get Sam and Dean Winchester to look after her and they both fall in love with her. You can choose if she gets with one of them or not. Thanks
Working on it now. Should hopefully be up for tonight or tomorrow. Either way I’ll make sure to tag you. I apologise for the wait 🙂
Insecure
Request by @feedourthoughts: Hey! Could I request a dean x reader fanfic where the reader is insecure about her body because she is skinnier and has smaller hips and breasts etc. Please?
Word count: 967
Pairing: Dean x reader
Masterlist
A/N: it took me a bit to write this, it’s the end of the semester so a bunch of stuff is coming up but I finished it after sitting around giving it a lot of thought. Hope you enjoy it!
She’s just sitting there. Just staring at her coffee cup, completely in her own mind in the kitchen of the Men of Letters bunker. It was about 7:30 in the morning and she couldn’t sleep well last night. Her mind was just in constant thought.
Her face was contorted into focus, thinking and planning, not exactly sure what to do. This issue was on her mind from time to time but it didn’t become a pressing problem until some stranger pointed it out to her, confirming her deepest insecurity.
“Excuse me young man,” this man in his early forties said to her yesterday evening at a gas ‘n sip to her turned back, “can you grab that six pack in front of you, I’d really appreciate it.”
She recalls turning her face to him, in complete offense. He quickly back tracked.
“Oh sorry miss, thought you were some boy from the back, can you please hand me that bud light, I’d greatly appreciate it,” he smiled apologetically and she handed him the bud light.
Ever since that encounter she just kept thinking.
I look like a god damn boy, this guy straight up called me a boy. How the hell did I end up just looking like some dude?
She slept for about 3 hours that night, dreamt about being a teenage boy instead of a girl and just feeling distressed. Her closest friends and hunting partners just kept saying she’s one of the boys, her latent crush just saying he doesn’t date boys so it’s best to be friends. She realizes that there are bigger things to worry about. She tries to suppress these feelings, with the fact that monsters are out in the world and there’s people that actually live that nightmare of not living as their real gender.
It took three calls of her name to get her attention.
“Hey Y/N, snap out of it,” Dean was in a bathrobe with a T-shirt and boxer briefs on, freshly out of the shower as she can tell since his hair was flat and wet.
Her focused was broken and her eyes moved to the man sharing the kitchen with her.
“Oh hey, good morning, how’d you sleep?”
He looked at her suspiciously.
“Like a baby, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been weird since you got back from the food run last night.”
She looked back at her coffee mug, staring at the hot, dark liquid.
“Nothing important, really.” She rubbed her thumbs against the porcelain cup. Her lips puckering at the thought of his reaction to her thoughts, knowing she wouldn’t hear what she wanted.
“All right, I’ll bite,” Dean poured himself his own cup of coffee from the pot and sat across from her at the wooden table, “what’s on your mind sweetheart.” He looked concentrated and concerned. Ready for a conversation.
“I told you it’s not important.”
“Fine, if you don’t want to talk about it, great I get it, but don’t be all depressed about it and just stay quiet, it doesn’t really help. Trust me on that, I’m an expert,” he got up and took a swig of his coffee and headed towards the exit.
“I look like a boy,” she said almost at a whisper. He almost didn’t hear it.
He turned his upper body towards, looking at her in disbelief.
“What?”
“I said, I look like a boy.”
Dean turned his whole body towards her at this point.
“I heard you, why the hell do you think that?”
She sighed while she continued to stare at her coffee.
“Look, you can’t argue that I’m the most feminine girl out there. My boobs are small, my hips are narrow, my waist is practically non-existent, and Sam even has longer hair than I do.”
“Well, that’s just Sam’s fault for not getting a haircut.” He joked, she was not amused.
“You’re not helping Dean.”
“All right, since when do you care about this stuff? Last I checked you’re not the one to to be sporting a dress with heels.”
She sighed.
“This man at the gas station called me a ‘young man’ and I don’t know, he just brought up a bunch of insecurities.” She was staring down at her lap, avoiding eye contact with him.
She looked up when she felt a presence next to her, seeing Dean crouched down at her level, pulling her hand into his.
“Screw that guy. You shouldn’t be losing sleep over some asshat who’s rude enough to call a hot chick a dude. How about this, next time I see his face, I’ll let him meet my fist.” She laughed to herself, and Dean smiled hearing that laugh.
“You don’t even know how he looks like Dean.”
“Oh I’ll find him, I’ll put an APB out on the dude. I’ll see how he likes it when I make him look like a girl.”
“That…that doesn’t make sense.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I actually don’t.” She laughed again and Dean smiled again.
“All right, so go back to bed princess, don’t lose sleep over an idiot.” Dean gave her a kiss on the cheek and on her hand before getting up. Y/N gave him a gentle smile, as he began walking away she jumped up and ran to him, giving him a hug.
“Thank you Dean.”
“Anytime sweetheart.” She looked up at him, making eye contact.
He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips. He moved his hand through her hair, feeling the texture between his fingers.
“Why don’t you come lie down with me, I’ve missed you.” She smiled and nodded.
Requests
Hey guys! I really need some requests. School is frustrating me and I need something to relieve the stress. Feel free to request any headcanons, one-shots, preferences, or imagines for TFW! Smut, fluff and angst is totally acceptable here!
I would watch the shit out of this
So i was on tumblr when i saw some butthurted fans saying ‘’why people find Tom Hiddleston attractive?Are they blind?’’
so i thought yeah she’s right
why would anyone
find him
attractive?
god he is so hideous you’re totally right
I mean are you fucking blind
to not see
how much he is fucking ugly
LOOOOOK THAT’S THE PROOF !!! HE IS HORRIBLE…. HIS HAIR, HIS EYES….YEeEEEeeRK !!!
I have to add. Disgusting man!
Horrible looking.
Really, How is this man attractive?!
I don’t get it, either
And the characters he plays are even worse.
I mean
how could someone
hire an actor
who is that ugly
to play anyone?
ew
Honestly my fav post
This is my favourite passive aggressive post of all times.
Still remember those angry Calvin Harris fans saying Tom is angry and irrelevant.The good times
Please!
Can someone please message me about the game 'Dream Daddy'!? I really need someone to talk to about it. None of my friends like it and I need to rant about how Damien and Robert are my babies!
Sex With Dean Winchester Would Include
Sex With Dean Winchester Would Include:
Gentle touching
Hand holding
Him grabbing your hips
Whispering dirty things into each other's ears
Gripping each other hair during foreplay
Daddy!kink
Praise!kink
Spanking
Constantly telling each other how much you love them
Being so loud that Sam has to pound on the wall separating his room from yours
Castiel accidentally teleporting into your room during sex a little too often
Him pulling your body flush against his
“C’mon, Baby”
Gazing into each other's eyes
Scratching his back
Him sucking your breasts when you ride him
Hickeys all over your bodies
Panting
Moaning
Growling
“Cum for me, Baby-Girl”
Him nuzzling his face into your neck when he comes
You gripping his head and shoulders when you come
Cuddling with him afterward
Laying with your head on his chest while you listen to his heartbeat
Him drawing a bot bath for you both
Falling asleep together, wrapped in each other's arms
Imagine Sam tying you up and dominating you
Imagine Castiel reading to you after a nightmare
Requests
Hey, send requests. Seriously. I'm bored.
Imagine giving Dean a blowjob while he’s driving
Imagine binge watching Archer with Sam *** A/N: If you don't watch Archer, you should seriously start watching it. It's AMAZING
Aftermath Summary: The reader was kidnapped and used as bait for the winchesters (they hunt together). Sam and Dean saved them but they couldn't save them from the memories that haunt them. Warnings: mentions of violence, panic attacks. Pairing: Dean x Reader (fluff and angst) *** The harsh sound of the whip splitting the air was harrowing. The sound is forever embedded in my thoughts and memories. Along with the takings and insults. The most sickening of all, however, were the scars. No amount of therapy could erase the marks that wrap around your body. The few days you spent in that hellhole felt like an eternity. Your worst fears became a reality in that dungeon. The starvation, the dehydration, the abuse... It was nothing compared the memories that now forever haunt your dreams. Every night when you close your eyes, you can still see the silhouette of the man that tortured you. Although the Winchester brothers saved you from the mans physical abuse they will never be able to save you from the constant reminder of his sickly grin that somehow manages to force itself into your thoughts. The worst thing about the whole experience was the fact that it wasn't a monster who hurt you. It wasn't a creature seeking revenge for the Winchester's deeds. It was a human who hurt you for his own sadistic pleasure. But at the same time it wasn't a human because no human is capable of something like that. That was the work of an animal. A vile, malevolent animal. Whenever you crawl out of bed for a shower, you can still feel the stinging pain of the scalding water against your damaged skin. Every time you eat you still feel the sharp pain from the amount of times he struck your stomach with his fists. The Winchesters did heir bets to help your through the aftermath of the horror you went through. They were always there for you during he panic attacks, nightmares and sleepless nights. They supported you though every obstacle. When you couldn't sleep, Sam would lie with you if you felt comfortable. He would read to you as a form of relaxation. Sometimes he would even just talk to you. Whether it was about the experience or a new movie that was coming out. It was cathartic. Dean's idea of comfort came in the form protection. After nightmares he would sit in your room to make you feel safe. It was more effective than you'd think. It helped you sleep knowing that Dean was there to stop anyone from hurting you again. *** The sobs that wracked your body echoed throughout your bedroom. You struggled to breathe. Your knees were hugged to your chest. You clutched your ankles while you gasped for air. The memories came flooding back to you and you could hear your heart punding in your chest. Your whole body is trembling and you suddenly feel nauseous. Your vision goes blurry as you start to feel lightheaded. Just as you felt like your were going to pass out. A strong pair of arm weak themselves around your shivering frame. Your head meets the hard surface of the persons chest. You feel to weak to look up and see who is holding you. You also refuse to look out of fear that your attacker may have returned. "Sssshhh, Sweetheart. It's Dean. I've got you. No ones gonna hurt you while I'm here." His simple words and calm demeanour manage to send a sense of security through you. Your body begins to relax but your mind does not. Dean somehow feels this and begins to rock your tense figure back and forth in his arms. "It's okay Babygirl, it's just us here. I promise no one will ever hurt you again." As your haunting thoughts begin to fade away. You are suddenly focused on Dean's loving embrace. Your mind is flooded with loving thoughts toward him. He will always protect you. He will always care for you. He will always help you. "D-D-Dean?" "Yeah, Honey?" You struggle to form the words you want him to hear. He senses this and runs a loving hand up and down your back. "Thank you. I n-never thought I would be able to recover f-f-from my experience. I-I-I still haven't. But with your support I'm g-getting there. I-I love y-you. I love you so much. You are the one person that manages to get me through the horror that haunts me. Everyday I hoped to see you again. I honestly thought I wouldn't but I did. You are m-my h-h-hero, Dean. I love you with every fibre of my being." You take the time to catch your breath after your short declaration. Dean's stunned face looks back at you. His emerald eyes boring into yours. It felt like an eternity until he finally broke the harrowing silence. "Baby, I love you too. When I found outings someone took you, I-I didn't sleep until we found you. My mind wouldn't rest until I knew you were safe. It didn't feel right not having your around. I'm always gonna protect you. No one will even get close you when I'm near. I promise you, Baby." Dean slowly leans his head down. His lips meet yours as they close the gap between your bodies. You tense up but slowly begin to reciprocate the kiss. His calloused hands wrapped themselves around your waist as yours gripped his broad shoulders. The way your bodies molded together felt so right. The way he held you was strong yet gentle. His aura made you feel assured that no one would hurt you with him around. This was it. He helped you through the aftermath.
When school starts and someone is staring at me
Imagine Kinky sex with Castiel ~~~ Experimentation is a very important part of your relationship with Cas. He is not as experienced as Sam and Dean. Therefore, he feels the need to 'catch up' as he so delicately puts it. Obviously he would never do anything that you weren't comfortable with but sometimes his idea were a bit... eccentric. Then again Cas is a very strange man. His proposals could be very simple, for example, a new position. However, they could also be daring. He would offer up the idea of BDSM, role play, and... Threesomes. There is a safe word. You have used it overstimulates you and when his belt is too painful against your worn out flesh. He always makes sure to take care of you though. He checks in on you, rubs your stinging flesh after a spanking, and applies lotion. He's very caring.
Imagine public sex with Sam ~~~ Sam enjoys taking risks, especially when it comes to sex. Whether it's a quickie in the bathroom of a diner or a secluded section of the library, Sam gets off on the the knowledge that anybody could catch you. He loves the flustered look on your face when people stare at you afterwards. They know exactly what you were doing but he doesn't care. He wants everyone to know that you're his. The purple marks scatter your sweaty body make that very clear. However, he would never push you to do it if you are uncomfortable. You rarely are.
Imagine shower sex with Dean ~~~ Dean loves having sex in the shower. He believes it's the best way to unwind after a difficult hunt. The way the hot water runs between your worn out bodies, washing away any dirt, blood, or sweat and making you completely clean while he makes love to you is the sexiest thing in the world to him. He adores the way you cling to him for support as your knees buckle beneath you. It's the only way he can separate himself from his hectic life. Being there with you in that moment is his only source of sanity.
