A Supernatural writing blog filled with personal and requested ideas. All pieces of work are written by me The ASK box is always open to any questions or requests one might have. The requests for the one-shots are CLOSED once again. *Disclaimer: NONE of the gifs that are presented throughout this blog are mine unless stated otherwise. They belong to the rightful owners.
I know I havenât posted anything for a while, and it saddens me to say that I wonât be posting anymore on this account. It has been a good run, but I have moved on from the fandom. I have done so much in the time that I was away and I have found what I want to do in life.
Supernatural will always be a good part of my life, even if it is no longer involved in it. These stories are still precious to me and will always be here as an archive so that we all can look back and remember the journey we went on together.
Thank you all for your support over the years and helping me grow as a writer and as a person. I hope you all live wonderful and prosperous lives.
The final pieces have been posted for the contest that I held at the beginning of the year. Throughout the last couple of days I have gone through my page all the way back to 2015 and have copied all of the links to every single story and imagine that I have ever posted. So, I am going to be redoing all of the links to all of the stories on my blog and putting individual master-lists for all of the characters that I have written for due to the fact that I know not a lot of them work and the links have gotten fucked up. So, I hope that the master-lists with work this time. I have put so much time into this and if it doesnât, letâs just say someone is going to be a little ticked off.Â
His hand gently caressed your naked side, sending gooseflesh riding up and down your arms and legs. The way that his lips caressed you made it feel like you were in a dream. Every touch that he was giving to you made you feel like you were the main character in one of those cliche romance films when the two protagonists finally make love to the shitty soundtrack that played in the background.
But you loved every second of it.
As Dean moved in and out of your warmth, the pleasure building up in your lower stomach, his luscious lips trailed down your neck to the section where your neck was connected to your shoulder. There, he attached his lips, suckling on the piece of skin, bringing it between his teeth. There would be a dark mark when he lifted his head up. It was a sign that showed anyone who saw it that you belonged to Dean Winchester and only Dean Winchester.
Deanâs calloused hands ran down, from your shoulder, down your chest, down your stomach, and to your thigh. He wrapped his fingers around your thigh, spreading it wider so that he was able to get deeper inside of you. As he lifted his head, glancing into your closed eyes, he gave a small smile.
âI love you, (Y/N).â He said with a deep, soft voice.
The comment that he made caused you to open up your eyes, staring into his green orbs, filled with lust and love and adoration. A small smile appeared on your face.
âI love you, too, Dean,â you said as you reached up, pressed your hand against the back of his head, and brought his lips down to meet yours in a loving, passionate kiss.
Imagine having rough sex with Dean after he almost lost you on a hunt
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader
Words:Â 484
For:Â @wayward-gypsy
Deanâs lips were roughly pressed against yours. You knew that they would be puffy and swollen afterward. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you close so that your body was flush against his own. He pulled his lips away and stared at you, a mixture of anger, worry, and lust swimming around in his emerald eyes.
âI could have lost you,â he grumbled and kissed you once more.
You let out a small whimper and opened your mouth to say something before he kissed you again. You felt a slight pain in your chest. You knew that your ribs were bruised. During the earlier hunt, you and the boys had gotten your share of bumps and bruises from the earlier hunt. Werewolves were never kind to hunters.
There was a moment when the boys were cornered, weapons scattered, like they normally would. The werewolf towered over them, yellow teeth bared and drool dribbling down his jaw. You were the one with the silver knife. You were the one that had the opportunity to save them. So you took it.
You wrapped your fingers tightly around the blade handle, stalking over and grabbing the hair on top of his neck, pulling it back to get his attention. You stabbed the blade into his back, earning a howl from the creature. He reached back and grabbed your arm roughly, claws digging into the skin. With his other arm, he slammed you against the ground. His claws wrapped around your throat, the pressure cutting off your airway.
This allowed Dean and Sam some time to grab their own weapons - revolvers that contained six silver bullets - and aim them at the back of the monsterâs head. Dean was the one that pulled the trigger first, allowing you to drop to the ground. Without your quick thinking, the boys would have died and without their quick thinking, you would have as well. Still, that didnât stop Dean from getting mad.
He wanted to feel your whole body against his. To make sure that you were still there with him. That you were not going anywhere any time soon. He wanted that guarantee and, in that moment, he was receiving it. As your skin was touching his and your lips were caressing his, he was able to feel like you were with him. Forever.
Deanâs rough hands cupped your cheeks as he pulled away from the kiss and stared into your eyes. âDonât you ever do that again. Do you understand me?â
You opened your mouth to object, but Dean spoke again as if he was able to tell what you were going to say.
âDo you understand me?â His tone was more dominant as he let out a small growl and shook his head.
You swallowed the lump in your throat. âI understand.â You whispered.
Dean nodded. âGood,â he said before he smashed his lips against yours once again.
Imagine MOC!Dean taking all of his anger and frustration out on you.
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader
Words: 374
For: @wayward-gypsy
âDean,â you said with a calm voice that was edging on frantic. Your eyes were wide as you stared into the Green Orbs of the man that you love, bloody knife in his hand. He was shaking, eyes large and pupils dilated. âPut the knife down.â
âGet back.â His words came out as a growl.
You stepped closer to him. âI know that that mark is turning you into someone that you arenât, so that is why you have to fight this. You have to fight this. For me. For Sam. For Cas. For you.â You reached over and gently touched his wrist.
It all happened so fast. The grip on your arm was tight. Dean dropped the knife onto the floor and used the free hand to grab your waist. He slammed your back against the wall, the air leaving your lungs, cheeks flushing a bright pink color. Your eyes opened further.
âD-Dean,â
âYou know, one of the reasons why I love you is because you can handle me when Iâm like this,â He began as he reached down and began to undo his belt.
âDeanâŠâ
âCan IâŠ?â
âDean, I-â
âPlease?â He begged. He sounded desperate and angry.
You swallowed the lump that was in your throat as you looked into his eyes. You let out a small sigh. âDonât get too rough. I wanna be able to cum.â
The smirk appeared on his face as soon as you consented. He immediately ripped off your jeans and panties. He leaned down and pressed his lips on your neck roughly. A blush formed on your cheeks as a whimper fell from your lips.
âYou know, I love you so damn much,â he growled as he shuffled out of his pants and boxers, hard cock springing free.
âI love you too, baby,â you whispered, feeling his fingers touch your throbbing clit. A gasp emitted from your mouth.
Dean pressed his lips roughly against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the arousal begin to pool in your lower half. Dean pulled away from the sloppy kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
âI love you, (Y/N),â Dean said.
âI love you too, Dean.â You said right before he thrust into you.
âOur soul intake has increased to fifty-eight per minute, raising the stats up by three-and-a-half percent within the past month. We have also made ten percent more deals in the past year. It seems like a lot of people have grudges that they really want to relieve.â You said.
You walked down the hallway of Hell, heels clicking against the concrete floor as you followed the King. A tablet was resting in your arms, a spreadsheet open with numbers spread out. Your job was to take care of every type of business that Hell needed help with. You were the backbone of the underground kingdom.
âAs it should be,â Crowley said with a serious tone. âExcellent work, my Darling.â
âYou know thatâs not my name.â
âRight. (Y/N). I still prefer âdarlingâ.â
âI know what you prefer, sir.â
The two of you turned into the throne room. You ran your hand down your pencil shirt and your blouse, brushing them off gently. Crowley sauntered over to the throne and sat down, leaning back dominantly. You walked over so that you were standing beside the chair. You faced the door.
âYou know, darling, you can sit down,â Crowley commented, glancing at you.
âI know, sir.â
âThen why donât you have a seat next to the king?â
âYou know why, sir.â
âEnlighten me.â
âSitting down makes it harder to get to my weapon if anyone tries anything.â
The corner of Crowleyâs lips curled up as he looked forward, towards the double doors that led into the rest of Hell. âTell me, darling, what do I have going on this afternoon?â
At the question, you reflexively looked down at the clipboard that was trapped between your arms and your breasts. You flipped the first two pages and revealed the schedule for that afternoon.
âIn less than five minutes, you have an appointment with a devious little demon to discuss the reason why he is being put on trial for treason. Miserable little weasel he is. Then at two, you have a business meeting with that brewery we recently bought a share of. After that, at three, you have another business meeting with the software company. Lastly, at four-thirty, your mother is coming to visit.â
At the last statement, Crowley placed his large, calloused hand on his face and let out a frustrated sigh. âI hate that witch.â
âShe adores you, Mister Crowley.â
âShe loves torturing me.â
âI understand, sir.â
There was a loud, echoing knock that came from the double doors at the opposite end of the room. You stood up straight and walked over to the door, opening it up. A six-foot-one dark-skinned male, with eyes as black as night, stood at the door. You opened the door a little wider. âCome on in, sir,â you said and looked at Crowley as the demon came into the room. You closed the door. âYour one-oâclock is here, sir.â
You walked back to Crowleyâs side and faced the demon. Once the demon stood in front of the throne, he knelt down on one knee and bowed his head.
âState your name for the record.â You said.
The demon lifted his head and slowly stood on both of his feet. âGarreth.â
âGarreth.â You repeated. âWhat is your reason before the king today?â
âCrowley-â
âAddress him properly.â Your voice was stern.
Garreth swallowed the lump in his throat, glanced at you, and then back at Crowley. âYour majesty, I was unfairly tried for treason months ago. I-I-I would never say anything or do anything against you, your majesty.â
âMake your case.â
âI will-â
âI donât need to hear it, darling,â Crowley said, gesturing towards you. He then looked at the demon.
âOh, thank you-â
âYou are not coming back.â He said. âThe trials in Hell are as fair as any other court in the entire world. They are based around the rules that I have made and that is all that matters. You were tried as fair as you could. There is nothing else that is needed.â
Garreth frowned. There was a nerve inside of him that ticked with anger. He growled slightly. âIt was unfair,â he commented.
âIt was fair.â Crowley nodded. âNow, if you donât mind, (Y/N), escort him out of the room. If you cannot find a way out of Hell, I will make sure that I have my hounds helping you.â He smiled.
Garrethâs eyes turned pitch black. âYou British fuck.â He grumbled as he reached into his back pocket.
You didnât even get a chance to see what the weapon was before you dropped the clipboard and grabbed the knife that you had strapped to your waist and lunged at the demon. The knife went into his gut, the demonâs mouth dropped open, eyes wide as his body went limp. You dropped him onto the floor, pulling the knife away. The blade was covered in blood. You wiped it on the front of your skirt before you put it away. You walked back over to Crowleyâs side and picked up the clipboard. You cleared your throat, brought it to your chest and stood up straight.
Crowley glanced down at the dead demon before he glanced at you. âThat was a wonderful reflex, darling.â
âYou know thatâs not my name, sir.â
âI know, darling.â
You let out a small sigh and shook your head before you stared back at the door. There was silence that filled the room. The dead body laid on the floor. It would be moved before the next meeting.
âWhy is it that you care so much about me?â Crowley finally asked.
You raised your brows and glanced at Crowley. A small smirk appeared in the corner of your lips. âBecause someone has to.â
The book sat in your lap while you sat in the lap of your lover. You were able to hear Deanâs gently heartbeat ringing throughout your ears and his breathing pattern was more soothing than anything you had ever experienced. You always found it relaxing to read a book when you were alone with Dean. It allowed for some concentration and focus - when the Winchester wasnât trying to woo you sexually, of course.
Dean placed his hands on your hips, using his thumbs to run small circles against them. This only caused your muscles to relax further. You slouched against him, your mind kidnapped into a world of fiction and lore. Dean placed his chin on the top of your left shoulder, glancing at the text that you held. He hummed as you turned the page. He pressed his lips against your ear.
âCan I ask you a question, (Y/N)?â Dean asked.
Finishing the last two words of the sentence you were on, you turned your head so that you were looking at Dean. âYes, baby?â You asked.
Dean sighed lightly and thought about it before he asked the question. âWhy do you like me?â
You furrowed your brows. âWell, thatâs a rather silly question,â you said. âThere is so much to love about you. I love your eyes, I love your smile, I love your voice, I love your laugh and I also love your touch. I love the way that you get protective, I love the way that you use a gun, I love your personality as a whole. There isnât anything that I donât love about you.â
Dean couldnât help but smile. âAnd when did you figure this all out?â He asked.
You smirked and turned around in his lap, nuzzling closer to him. âDean Winchester, I have loved you since we were eighteen. I started piecing it together before then.â
He smiled and chuckled. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, kissing him back for a brief moment before he pulled away. âI love you, (Y/N).â
