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The Power At His Fingertips

Ok so it’s finally done.

I’ll be honest I do miss sweet fluffy Chuck, but there is so much room in my life for evil sexy Chuck. Like SO much.

It struck me that as a lover, Chuck would get away with very little actual skill and strikes me now as the kind of dude who would flaunt the fact that he could make you come just by looking at you if he wanted to.

Part of me would be drunk on that power and here my vision is kind of like y/n is sticking with Chuck, by his side, helping him etc because she has become addicted to his power.

I think there will be more to this, but I’m not going to make promises just yet.

Chuck x Reader

Smut

Words: 1,182

Warnings: NSFW, choking, smut, fingering, hair pulling.

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You sat on the bar with your legs hanging. Your boots gave a gentle thud as they idly swung against the wood.

‘I’m going out for an hour,’ Chuck said as he walked towards the door. He didn’t turn to look at you. He knew you would try and bargain with him and he liked it when you begged.

You drew breath and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to find the right words.

‘Chuck,’ you started with. ‘Hey don’t go.’

‘I’ll be back before you know it,’ he answered, without even pausing.

‘Chuck,’ you said, a little more weight behind your voice. He stopped. Your heart hammered as he turned to face you, eyebrow cocked with a smirk on his lips.

‘Maybe...’ you faltered. ‘Maybe... lay off the Winchesters... for a bit?’

His face hardened and he sighed. He had already been over this with you.

‘They think they can beat me. They need to be shown they’re wrong.’

You had to think fast.

‘I know,’ you said, now casting your eyes down and watching your boots as they bounced.

‘But could you give them a week off?’

He rolled his eyes.

‘And stay here... with me,’ you said, flicking your eyes up to meet his.

You knew that got him, the big eyes and the long lashes. It gave him pause, you saw it.

‘You’re cute when you do that,’ he said, stepping closer to you. The smirk had returned to his face.

‘What?’

‘Appeal to my better nature. Are you trying to be moral?’ He continued before you could answer. ‘Because I’m God. I decide what’s right and wrong.’

‘I know,’ you said again.

He now leant on the bar next to you. Words fluttered through your mind and from your vantage point up there the word that you settled on was small. He looked small.

He exhaled sharply and tilted his head, hearing exactly what you were thinking. He must’ve known by now that you did it on purpose.

He bit his lip, considering. Then bright blue eyes fixed on you with expectation and a hint of playful wickedness.

‘Go on then.’ He said. ‘I’m listening. Plead your case.’

You knew that look. You knew what was about to happen. He was going to show you just how powerful he was.

Chuck stepped up the step so now he was level with you. He rolled up his shirtsleeves as you continued.

‘Sam and Dean have been through a lot, they’ve...’

Chuck slid his hand onto your bare thigh and eased it under your skirt.

His fingers left a tingling trail where they touched.

‘Kept you entertained and they’re...’

He ran his fingers through your hair.

You were struggling to get the words out.

‘They’re good guys,’ you stuttered.

Chuck tugged your head gently up, revealing your neck. He began to kiss your neck. You let out a shaky breath, the warmth spreading through your body.

‘Please,’ you whispered.

At this point you weren’t sure what you were pleading for. Because you most certainly didn’t want him to stop.

‘Please what?’ He purred against your neck.

His hand continued up your skirt until he found his target and his fingers grazed against you ever so lightly.

You could feel the power sparking as a wave of pleasure fluttered through you and gasped.

‘That’s cheating,’ you said, just above a whisper.

Chuck grinned. ‘I know. You were saying?’

You tried to focus as he returned to kissing your neck. His fist tightened in your hair.

‘Please, just go easy on ...’ You gasped as he drew his fingers over you once more, pleasure shooting through your core.

You felt a shift in his energy and he kissed harder, sucking on your neck to make a hickey. He liked to remind you who you belonged to.

You forgot entirely what you were saying when he moved your underwear aside and he pushed his fingers inside you.

You could feel the electricity of his power shooting through your core and you spread your legs, leaning your head back. His cologne filled your head as you breathed him in.

He smiled against your neck.

‘Do you want me to stop?’

‘No,’ you breathed.

He smirked knowing he had won.

He didn’t waste any time, moving his fingers inside you with a kind of urgency that took over your entire body.

He moved his hand from your hair to your throat. The wickedness sparked in his eyes again when you opened yours to look at him.

He had you melting at his fingertips in minutes and as your climax began to build you leant back, moving your arm back to support yourself.

You felt your phone buzz in your bra where you kept it, but Chuck didn’t falter in his movements. His eyes simply shifted to your boobs.

‘Why is Dean Winchester texting you?’ He asked. His hand tightened around your throat.

When you tried to answer but couldn’t, he eased his grip. His eyes pierced right through your soul and you couldn’t lie to him. Didn’t even want to.

‘He asked me to stall you,’ you said.

To your surprise, he laughed.

‘This won’t take long,’ he said, ramping up the speed of his movements. Power sparked from his fingertips.

Your body was on fire and you cried out as you came hard all over his hand.

He withdrew from you slowly, wiping his hand on his jeans.

He moved his other hand from your throat to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand.

Your phone buzzed again against your chest and before you could think fast enough, chuck had grabbed it from your bra.

He opened the text and you exhaled sharply, your senses still peaked having not had a chance to come down yet.

Chuck shook his head, eyes narrowing.

‘Y/N, I’m disappointed,’ he said, flicking his eyes up to fix on yours again. ‘Consorting with the enemy, while you swore I was your guy?’

‘I’m sorry, Chuck,’ you breathed heavily.

‘You know, what has Dean Winchester got that I haven’t? Oh that’s right, nothing,’ he said, crushing your phone in his hand.

With another deep breath you gathered yourself.

‘I can get a new phone.’

He fixed his eyes on you once again. ‘Do I need to question your loyalty?’ He asked simply.

You smiled. ‘Chuck, you’re my guy. But don’t think that means I’m gonna make it easy for you.’

He smiled softly. ‘Good. Let them think they’ve got you. Throw them off.’

He brushed his hand over your cheek and leaned in for a kiss that was surprisingly tender. Then he pulled away and began again walking towards the door.

‘You can’t tease me like that, Chuck,’ you said.

He laughed. ‘Oh honey I’ll be back. I’m just getting started with you.’

He glanced back at you with hunger in his eyes, clicked his fingers, then he left.

You watched the door swing shut and sipped on the Margherita now in your hand. THAT was what you wanted to hear.

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Opposites Attract

Pairing: God!Chuck X Demon!reader 

Warnings: Talks of drug and alcohol abuse, implied abuse, Smut, eh fluff. 

Summary(really suck at these honestly lol): The Princess of Hell gets sent to see the Winchesters only to meet God and start to have feelings toward the way he makes her feel. 

A/N: there may or may not be other parts to this. c: Leave a comment on what you think!!

Words:1448

You walk through the kingdom quietly, servants slightly bowing to you as you walked by. You smiled at them sweetly before continuing down the hall, after all they feared your father more than you. Upon entering the throne room, you hear your father, Crowley, yelling at a servant in front of him. Amara was causing quite the problems in hell. You smile at Rowena as you walk over she kisses your hand. You of course weren’t Crowley’s real daughter, but he took a shine to you after selling your soul and well the rest is history. Now you lived under his protection in the abandoned mental hospital they called the kingdom.

“What seems to be the problem now?” You asked the Scottish woman next to you.

“Fergus is upset because there seems to be another player in our chess match against Amara.” Crowley glared slightly at his mother though his expression softened when he looked at you.

“Darling… I need you to go see the Winchesters at their bunker for me please. I have no time with the chaos going on here.” You smiled nodding at the man. You walked over placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Don’t stress too much father. I would say you’ll work yourself to death but…” You trailed off smirking slightly. He gave you a fake laugh that was filled with love before sending you on your way.

 “Hello boys.” You smirked as you walked into the bunker. Dean looked up at you sighing slightly.

“Where’s Crowley?”

“Busy with hell things… he sends his regards though.” You say as you finish walking down the stairs. “Come on don’t act like you’re not happy to see me Deano.”

“Hey, Crowley here yet?” Sam asked as he walked into the room.

“No, he sent the princess instead.” Dean sighed motioning to you. You rolled your eyes before walking deeper into the bunker. A man walked in then, he was scruffier, but his eyes made you stop in your tracks. They were a sapphire blue and looked so innocent yet so worn down.

“Who’s your company?” You ask looking him up and down.

“Chuck Y/N. Y/N Chuck.” You extended your hand to the man and he took it shaking it slightly.

“So, Chuck… what are you doing with the Winchesters. I’m much more fun.” You winked making the man chuckle nervously before looking to the boys.

“She’s the princess of hell.” Sam said. You curtsied playfully.

“There’s a princess of hell?” Chuck asked, the boys nodded, Dean rolling his eyes.

“Y/N this is God. Treat Him with respect… don’t flirt with him.” You smirked looking him up and down again. He wasn’t a player in the game he should be the coach. “When’s Crowley coming?”

“Once he finishes up some hell stuff.” You say over your shoulder looking back at God quickly. “I never thought you were real.” You say. “I mean I know about heaven and hell trust me, well only after I died… I just,” You raise your hand to touch him and he lets you gently run your hand over his stubble. You felt emotion flow through you for the first time, actual human emotion. You backed away from him then. “Anyway, I’ll be in the library till my father comes.” You say clearing your throat before walking out.

 Sam and Dean left for food leaving Chuck in the bunker alone with the princess. He looked toward the library thinking about the way you looked at him when your hand was on his face. He walked into the room clearing his throat making you look up at him.

“Oh, can I help you?” You asked a little sassily wanting him to leave you alone.

“Yeah Sam and Dean are gone for food.” You nodded at him looking back at the book. “You know I used to be a writer. Still kind of dabble in it a bit.” You made the page turn by flicking your finger in the air slightly, it was easier to read that way. “What happened in there?” You sighed slamming the book shut.

“Look God or whatever, I’m just here cause my father sent me… I have no reason to be around you or your stupid magic or whatever. I’m a demon.”

“You were a human girl once don’t you remember that?”

“Don’t you remember my prayers? Or did you not hear them Mr. High Almighty Lord and Savior.” You rolled your eyes. “Bullshit.” You mumbled. “I had to sell my soul just to get away from my drunk father and my crack addicted mother… Crowley is more of a savior than you ever will be.” You looked away from the man then standing. He grabbed your hand before you could walk away.

“I heard your prayers but,” he sighed. “You didn’t wait long enough for me to do anything. I might be god but I’m not a miracle worker. Trust me I’m far from perfect, hell look at all the shit going on right now. Half of it is my fault.” You just nodded.

“Well I’m happy now, with what I am. I’m stronger, I could destroy them both in a second flat if I really wanted to.”

“But you’re not bad. You may be a demon Y/N but you’re not bad. What you felt was the good. You felt the human side of you again.” He put your hand to his face again. you felt it again, it was like a golden light washed over you. You fell into his lap and he gently kissed the back of your head. “Come. Let me help you.” He said leading you to the bedroom. You allowed him to, wanting nothing more than his hands on more parts of your body.

He laid you down gently onto the bed running his hands up your dress. He had never felt this way with anyone else and doubted that he ever would. There was something special about you, maybe it was the fall from grace. Or maybe just the fact that he could make you a demon feel better. He kissed your lips the warmth making you gasp and wrap your arms around him. He moved the dress up your body slowly before over your head tossing it to the side. He admired your body taking in every curve. Maybe he liked you because you both weren’t in your exact forms. You both got to choose what you wanted to be. He kissed you again and this time you snapped your fingers making you both completely nude. He laughed under his breath being as he’s never had someone to do that to him. He spread your legs running his fingers up and down your wet folds, coaxing a small moan from your lips. He smiled coming back up.

“You’re very wet princess.” He kissed you gently, you could feel his member rub against your folds.

“Please Chuck.” He smirked down at your begging.

“I’ve never been with a demon.” He looked down at your body again before entering you with one push, you let a moan feeling every inch of him inside of you. He was the perfect size stretching you just enough as he gripped you’re hips softly. He kissed you again as he picked up his pace, you moaned pulling him close to you. The warmth and light still chasing away the dark that filled you. He went fast hearing you moan more in response, you held on to the headboard slightly as he bent our legs up so your knees were over your shoulders. He held under your knees as he went faster loving the feeling of you wrapped around him.

“You’re so tight.” He groaned as he picked up the pace. You moaned as you bod began to shake. “Cum for me princess.” He whispered looking down at you. You screamed as you came, he smiled feeling the wetness as he kept the pace groaning himself before he filled you.

 “That was amazing.” You breathed from your place next to him in bed. He turned to face you wrapping his arm around your waist gently.

“Maybe we can do it again sometime.” He smirked, closing his eyes. You listened to the boys walking in and calling for you both, but you didn’t answer only closing your eyes and snapping your fingers to lock the door. You felt too good to deal with the Winchesters, they’d have to wait for morning for any answers. Frankly, you didn’t exactly know what to say to them about what happened, you kind of felt like you were falling for the man next to you. No not man, God. Was that even legal?

Part two!

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Opposites Attract (Part Three)

Part One

Part Two

A/N: This has recently been edited so make sure to reread it if you plan on reading part four! I realized I was a little off with what things happened in the show.  

Pairing: god!Chuck x Demon!Reader 

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), bondage, language, mentions of abuse. 

Words: 1707

You woke to feeling Chuck move off the bed, you groan reaching out from him. You heard his laugh then. You opened your eyes, glaring at God. He got dressed and you pouted opening your arms slightly. He sighed as if debating on what to do, then he continued getting dressed. You rolled your eyes.

“The boys need me love… I need to stop Amara with them and then I promise you all will be good.” You gave him a slight smile before standing yourself and getting dressed.

“Yeah… I need to be getting back to hell and all that anyway. I’m guessing I’ll be back in my meatsuit down there.” He sighed nodding, you gave him a slight smile before kissing him. “It’s fine. As long as you’re okay with it.” He took your hand spinning you around before pulling you close to him.

“I see passed so much more than that meatsuit of yours darling.” He kissed you gently and you blushed. You loved it here way too much to want to leave. He took your hand and lead you out of the house and into the garden. “I’ll see you around then… you know how to call if you need me.” You smiled at him before snapping your finger.

You sighed as you sat up in your bedroom. It was nice but nothing like the room you were in last night. Crowley had of course allowed you to have your every want and need when you came here but, it wasn’t your humans wants and needs. You stood getting changed into a burgundy sundress, that had a low-cut V-neck and a black ribbon around the waist that tied in the back. You slipped into some black heels before walking out.

“Good morning father.” You said as you entered the throne room. He gave you a tiny smile and opened his arms for you.  

“Good morning my little pet. Glad to see you where you belong.” Crowley spoke with a hint of spite, you just hugged and kissed him on the cheek.

“You should be happy that I’m happy father.” He rolled his eyes.“You should be happy that I’m happy father.” He rolled his eyes. You took your seat next to him as demons walked into the throne room. “Sir Lucifer is still very much missing… he still has yet to find a vessel, well one to hold him at least.” Crowley sighed, and you looked over at him.

“What happened to him being inside of that angel the Winchesters keep with them?” The demons looked from Crowley to you.

“Excuse the princess she’s been a little preoccupied with other duties… keep looking and next time come to me with good news. Don’t forget who the king around here is.” They nodded before walking out. He turned to you then explaining what all happened with Amara and how she left with God to go off wherever.

“So, Lucifer is just out in the open and you didn’t see a reason to tell me?” He rolled his eyes.

“Everything is perfectly save Y/N… I’ve been dealing with it. Lucifer is stuck currently, he’s got no vessel and as soon as he does my men will be on it.”

“Yeah your men.” You scoffed. “Just recently Lucifer took the throne from you… made you a dog, made me a-” You looked away unable to bring yourself to really say what Lucifer did to you. He had you as his queen and honestly it was a little off being as he was in the body of that angel the Winchester boys kept around. “I’ll be in my room… keep me posted please father.” He saw your change in demeanor and gave you a soft smile.

“Don’t worry you got God looking out for you too. I’m sure Lucifer won’t try anything.” You knew he hated what happened to you while he was locked in a cage. Which is why he started being more overprotective of you when it came to men. You walked back to your room your heels clicking against the old torn up floor of the run-down asylum. You walked into your room closing the door behind you, when you turned you saw God sitting on the deep burgundy sheets.

“Chuck?” He gave you a smile nodding gently. “Oh, thank God.” He laughed at your words before standing. “I don’t know what to do… Lucifer is out and I’m honestly a little scared, he could do so-”

“He won’t lay a single finger on you princess. I can promise you that right now…Lucifer will never in a million years even slightly think about touching you again.” His voice was stern yet comforting. He motioned for you to come closer to him. “He’s weak right now, he can’t find a vessel that’s strong enough to hold him currently. There’s no use to fear him.” You smiled at him walking over and nuzzling into him. He laid you down on your bed, running his hands up your tiny skirt.

“Crowley is down here.” He laughed slightly against your ear.

“Oh, come on now you think I’m worried about Crowley. He’s just a business man who got lucky with his job.” He whispered as he nibbled on your ear. You moaned in response as his hands went higher up your thigh to your black lace panties. “Now, what do we have here?” You blushed at his words.

“I was planning on seeing you later.”  He smirked as he reached behind you and unzipped the dress.

“Nothing to do with the way these demons look at you, huh?” You giggled a bit.

He snapped his fingers and you were undressed completely under him. He was dressed, and it didn’t seem to bug him, he kissed your neck and down your body slowly. He stopped and gently sucked on a nipple, before going to the other one. Treating them both to the same amount of attention. You moaned and bucked your hips.

“Hey now, none of that.” He scolded you like a child as he held your hips down.

“Please I want you lower.” You went to push him down with your hands. He sighed in response snapping his fingers again. Your hands and feet were now tied to the bed, you attempted to snap your fingers, but nothing happened.  Chuck laughed a bit.

“Oh sunshine… I’m not allowing you to get the upper hand this time.” He went back to kissing down your stomach. You sighed closing your eyes and attempting to relax your body hoping that if you were good he would allow you to be untied. When he got lower he allowed his hand to slide up and down your folds. “You’re so wet kitten.” You hummed a bit in response. He gently kissed your clit before sucking on it. You moaned loud bucking your hips on accident, his just placed his left arm on top of your hips. He pushed two fingers inside of you coaxing another moan from your lips. You struggled more against the black cloth holding your wrists, all you wanted to do was run your fingers through those beautiful curls of his.

“Chuck please. I want to pull your hair.” He laughed a bit against you before looking up at you and then the ropes.

“I’ll think about it.” He went back to sucking on your clit then. He curved his fingers inside of you making you moan and struggle more. He moved his fingers faster in you while looking back up at you. You looked into his blue eyes and flashed your black ones at him. This made him speed up more. His eagerness tipped you over the edge making you pull at the cloth and release over his fingers. He came up snapping his fingers again, you were dressed in pajamas and under the blankets. You turned towards him running your hand down towards his belt.

“Your turn.” You smirked. He shook his head.

“No… I just wanted you to make sure you knew who could make you quiver.” He kissed your cheek before wrapping you into his arms. “You should get some rest.” You sighed but allowed him to gently play with your hair, falling asleep slowly.  

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Opposites Attract (Part Two)

A/N so I decided that I liked the story a little too much to not continue it. Find part one here! 

Pairing: God!Chuck x Demon!Reader 

Warnings: protective!Crowley (like a father) mentions of drug/alcohol abuse and abuse. smut and fluff.

Words: 2013

You woke to Chuck still sleeping beside you, you glanced over at him a bit before getting dressed. He slept soundly for God, then again you slept pretty soundly after last night. You couldn’t help but smile a bit at the way his eyelids slightly fluttered. Once back in your dress and heels you walked out to see Crowley standing outside the door.

“Good morning darling… did you have a good time last night?” You could feel the anger coming off of him.

“Whatcha talkin’ about?” You scratched the back of your head.

“What am I talking about?” He began to yell. “Try the fact that I sent you here to help the Winchesters and then come to find out you spent night with him.” He motioned to the door. “Do you know who he is?”

“Yeah big daddy angel or whatever you wanna call him.” You got closer to him. “But trust me big daddy fits pretty well.” He rolled his eyes before pointing to the door.

“You’re leaving right now. I will take care of this, you are to not come back or ever so much as think about this mistake you made.” He grabbed your arm and began walking you toward the door. Chuck appeared in front of him then.

“Good morning.” He smiled. “You must be the King of Hell. I’m well… you already know.” Dean and Sam walked out of their rooms, both looked like they were dragged out of bed for this. That meant it had to be sometime before six in the morning.

“What the hell is going on here?” Dean yawned looking to everyone in the hall finally landing on me. “Oh, what a shock you’re a part of this.”

“Your God here defiled my daughter.” Crowley yelled and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit. That caused him to glare at you.

“Adopted daughter for one… for two while you were busy trying to play Uncle Crowley with Amara I had my own form of fun. Third you sound like an angry middle age soccer mom.” He released your arm looking at you. You just looked at Chuck giving you a soft smile, one that made you want to curl up in his arms. His sapphire eyes looking into yours practically melted you. Both of these things disgusted you for a second, but you said nothing instead just smiled back. “I’m staying here with Chuck.”

“Yeah I have to say we need all the help we can get with Amara.” Sam piped in.

“I will not have her around Lucifer.” Chuck looked to the boys then at the sound of Crowley’s words.

“Lucifer is coming? I highly doubt he wants to see me.”

“No. But he wants to see Y/N… why don’t you tell him about that?” Dean said. You leaned against the wall crossing your arms.

“I had to do it… he already killed off Rowena. At least we thought. I just…” You trailed off looking away from everyone.

“Had sex with Lucifer as well.” Dean said shrugging.

“You’re just pissed off cause he’s currently using your little angel boyfriends body… trust me the last thing I wanted to do was fuck him. I did what I could to survive… he’s lucifer.” You practically shouted the last part. “He’s stronger than me.” You walked off then going to a random bedroom of the bunker slamming the door with the flick of your wrist. You sat on the bed holding yourself, all these emotions Chuck gave you last night rushing through you. It’d had been years since you so much remembered sadness, it made you glad to have sold your soul.   You looked up at the door when a knock echoed, before you could say to ‘fuck off’ to whoever was there you heard his voice.

“Y/N, please open the door… I’m not mad, I can help you.” You stood slowly at the sound of Chucks voice. Walking to the door you placed your hand to the cold doorknob. You opened it smiling as you saw his puppy dog eyes. He leaned down kissing you, you allowed him to, wrapping your arms around his neck. He gently walked back with you, this time he snapped his fingers and you were in a different area all together. You looked around the gardens touching every flower. the stargazer lilies seemed to straighten up at your presence.

“What is this place?” You turned toward him, and he just smiled leading you to a white farmhouse. You walked up the large stairs to the wrap around porch. The railing was smooth to the touch, he opened the black door for you allowing you to see everything eloquently decorated.

“I figured you wouldn’t remember… you asked me for this. When you were human at least. Remember, you wanted to travel the world, go to college have a good house a husband and kids the whole human experience.” You walked in. “Guess I was a little selfish, I just didn’t think you’d go and sell your soul.” You turned to face him, that’s when you saw yourself standing next to him. Not your meatsuit but what you looked like. You walked over, there were no bruises, just you with your long Y/H/C, your Y/E/C looked happy and filled. You looked back to him.

“No this isn’t true.” He walked over moving his hand over the faded image of you and it disappeared. He ran his fingers through your hair then turned you to the mirror and you saw yourself.

“You’re yourself in heaven… well whatever you really want to be.” You shook your head. There was no way you could be in heaven. No way that any of this made sense, you sold your soul… you were the Princess of Hell. A title you held very close considering the other option you could’ve been placed with. He wrapped his arms around you gently kissing your cheek. His touch made you giddy again. “No worries… you don’t have to stay here. I just made it for you last night. Go on look around.” You walked around the house opening every door, you found a huge library, different things from different places in the world scattered the house. You couldn’t help but laugh at the last supper painting. “Hey now that’s straight for Italy.” Chuck rested his head on your shoulder, pulling your hips toward him. “Let’s go upstairs princess.” He lifted you into his arms and carried you bridal style, you honestly fell more in love with him than you imagined you would. He opened the door to a huge bedroom with a King-sized bed in the middle, he placed you down on your feet and you ran to it jumping in. He smiled admiring you. You raised your hand for him.

“Come.” He took your hand and you kissed it lovingly, the warmth of his touch moved through your body. He kissed you again lifting your dress and throwing it to the floor leaving you in your bra and panties. You lifted your hand and went to snap your fingers, but nothing happened. He laughed at your confused face.

“No worries sweetie, I’m just as human as you are right now.” He kissed you again laying you down, he unbuttoned his dark blue shirt before adding it to the pile of clothes. “Only place you can snap your fingers usefully would be out in the gardens… that’s how you’ll get here.” You nodded watching his hands as they went to his belt buckle. You sat up undoing it with his belt and jeans pushing them down. He finished kicking them off before continuing to kiss you. He rolled over onto his back allowing you to straddle him. You gently grinded against him feeling his arousal pushing against you. He kissed you passionately something you’ve never really felt from a man before. His hands reached around to undo your bra breaking the kiss only to add it to the pile. You went back to grinding against to him and he pulled you close to his chest kissing you. He gently licked your bottom lip asking permission which you allowed him, his tongue explored your mouth slowly as his hand moved to your panties sliding them off as much as he could.

You took them off along with his boxers before straddling him again, you moaned loudly sliding down on him. You felt everything much more intensely here. You leaned down to kiss him, but he stopped you looking you up and down. It was obvious that he wanted to watch you which made you actually blush. You felt your cheeks smiling as you felt the heat raise to your face. You rode him, and he watched as your breasts bounced with you taking in every curve of your body his hands gently went up and down your body. He rolled you both over then, so he was on top, he went only slightly faster than you did.

“Oh god.” You moaned, he smirked pulling out making you whimper and pout. He rolled you over, you smirked curving your back. He ran his hand over your back and then gripped your hips, not hard but enough. You felt him enter you again this time more quickly than the last. You moaned gripping the white pillow, you felt his hand swat your ass making you turn to look at him. He smirked going faster into you pulling your hair slightly as he kissed you upside down.

“You feel so amazing around me princess.” He said against your lips. You smiled batting your eyes at him. This caused him to go faster letting go of your hair and kissing your back and neck. Your moans filled the room as your body began to shake.

“Chuck I’m gonna…” You trailed off. He smiled going faster hitting you perfectly. You screamed as you came around him. His thrusts became messy and more desperate as he went faster. His grunts became more pronounced till you felt his warmth fill you again. You smiled as he sat there a bit as if catching his breath. He pulled out laying on his back opening his arms for you. You laid down curling up on his chest.

“Why me?” You said quietly.

“What do you mean?” He held your body close to his, his hand gently running up and down your upper arm.

“Why did you do all of this for me… I’m a demon. Princess of Hell even. Aren’t I on the naughty list.” He kissed your forehead and you smiled feeling his scruff.

“Well… like you said in the bunker you prayed. I wasn’t exactly the best at answering those, but with you. I really fucked up with you Y/N. I should’ve helped you. Hell, Crowley was more reliable than I was.” He sighed. “I never thought I would see you again. I mean yeah, I watched you from a distance as I do most people but… never thought I’d see you in person. When you walked into that bunker I didn’t just see a demon. I saw the girl that I let down and a damaged soul. So, here I am cleaning up my mess and falling in love with a demon. Both of which I find to be my favorite things I’ve done.” He moved the hair away from your face. “I talked to Crowley, he said that after all this is cleared up you could come up here as much as you want though you still belong to hell and-”

“That’s fine. I don’t mind it as long as you don’t.” He smiled kissing you.

“I think I like the demon part a little too much.” You giggled at his words curling up closer into his arms. For once you felt at home. It didn’t matter that, yeah, the house was fake or that god was laying there next to you. To you, you were doing exactly what you wanted to, laying in your dream house next to a man you were pretty sure you loved.

[baritonechick]

Good Girl

[baritonechick]

Love and Lust

Requested by anonymous >.> 99.9% sure you’re going to know who this is by the end of this request xD but can you write me a story with chuck x reader cute and fluffy idk maybe smutt, .> CHUCK IS LOVE CHUCK IS LIFE

Author’s Note: SMUT. Ye. Hope ya like @just-a-touch-of-crowley

Word Count: 1168 words

“Where the hell are we going?”

You were in the Impala, with Sam and Dean, going you had no idea where.

Apparently, the boys wanted it to be kept a secret? Something about it being embarrassing.

The drive was boring, and quite suspenseful. You were excited to find out why the Winchesters were keeping this thing a secret.

The Impala roared as you came to a stop in front of a broken down house.

“Is this a hunter-friend of yours?” You swing open the door, and step out onto the muddy lawn.

Sam and Dean mimic your actions, and approach the porch.

Cautiously, you follow, walking up a few stairs as they creak.

Dean knocks on the front door, pausing for a response.

It flies open, showing a man with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and a dark grey robe.

“Hey Chuck.” Sam smiles, taking the door and entering the poorly maintained house.

You and Dean also step inside, and you automatically notice the clutter that fills the whole room.

“Y/n, this is Chuck. He’s a prophet.” Sam introduces you two, and nods.

You smile and wave at Chuck.

The prophet purses his lips and sighs. “I’m a writer too.”

Dean rolls his eyes as you stare at Chuck in awe.

“He writes about our lives, Y/n.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and you raise an eyebrow.

“Does that mean I’m in them?”

Chuck laughs, almost nervously. “Yes. You’re quite the character.”

“I try.”

Sam and Dean both watch as you talk to the prophet you’ve already come to admire. One of them clears their throat, announcing that it’s time to get to business.

“So, Chuck, what did you want? You said it was urgent.”

Chuck eyes the boys, but nods.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Can, we uh, talk in the kitchen? Just you two?”

Dean tilts his head questioningly, parting his lips to say something, but deciding against it.

Chuck leads them into a separate room to the right, and you decide to check out the living room a bit more. Shelves on the walls were littered with various trinkets, and a laptop sat upon a desk.

The computer was still on, opened to a document. It was titled Chapter 17: Soulmates and Sacrifices

What the hell? Soulmates? Wow, if you had a soulmate, that’d be so cool…

You get spooked as the three boys enter the living room.

“So, what’s up.” You grin, leaning against the wall you’re closest to.

Sam and Dean seem kind of bothered, but you shrug it off, ready to go on a case.

“Change of plans, Y/n. Sammy and I are going out to take care of it, we’ll be back later. You can stay here with Chuck.”

Dean explains what they’re doing, and before you know it, they’ve left you all alone with a man you’ve only known for 10 minutes.

“So..”

Breaking the unbearable silence, you laugh for no reason.

“I’m sorry, I’m weird.”

Chuck gives you a small smile, before taking a deep breath.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you about something. So, you might want to sit down.”

You obey his request and take a seat on the beige-colored couch behind you.

Chuck crosses the room, and sits next to you.

“I hope you understood everything about how I write the books.”

“Yes, but-“

“Y/n, oh god, um, do you know what a soulmate is?”

Chuck can tell you’re confused by the look you give him.

“I-I guess. Why..”

As soon as you say that one word, Chuck crashes his lips to yours. It was a total surprise, and at first, you’re deciding whether to end it or not. He acknowledges this, and gently pulls away, staring intently into your eyes.

“Y/n, I-“ Now, it’s your turn to cut him off, pressing a chaste kiss to his cold lips. It felt so, right. There was no way to explain it.

The two of you just stare at one another, the tension building. Neither of you say anything, but there’s a conversation going on between you.

His eyes are asking for permission, as they dart down your body, checking it over. Your (Y/E/C) eyes say only one word. Yes.

In a matter of seconds, you’re back is laying flat on the couch cushions. Smooth hands grab at your shirt, pulling it over your head in one swift move. Next to go are your jeans, which you quickly unbutton and throw to the side. Finally, your bra and panties are torn off, and then, you’re absolutely naked.

“You’re even more beautiful than in my visions.” Chuck breathes out, in complete awe of your body.

He starts peppering your skin with quick kisses, trailing down to your stomach. He retraces his steps back up to your neck, where he starts sucking on the sensitive skin.

You moan in approval, closing your eyes and lifting your head so he can access it easier. After a few more kisses, Chuck leaves that area to press a passionate one to your lips.

It’s fast, and lust-driven, but you love it. He bites your bottom lip, causing another moan to escape your pre-occupied lips. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, fighting yours for dominance, and winning. It explores each and every crevice of your mouth,not stopping till he has the whole thing memorized.

Only then, does he slowly pull away, and start shrugging off his pajama pants and his boxers. Chuck then pushes off his robe, which falls to the floor along with the rest of the clothes. His hard cock is pressed lightly to your stomach, as he leans over you.

“Are you sure-“

“Yes, please.”

Those two words send him over the edge, and he enters you quickly, causing you to cry out. He dips down to silence your cries with a kiss. Slowly, he pulls out, then slams back in, making you scream his name. Your muscles tense as a warmth fills your stomach. The pure lust drove you both, adding to the atmosphere. After a few more thrusts, you find your release, Chuck following directly after. You almost black out from the intensity, panting heavily as Chuck reaches down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I love you. I know we just met..”

You giggle, and gesture to both of your bodies. “This happened in such a short time of knowing each other. If I didn’t love you, I’d seriously be questioningly myself right now.”

Chuck smiles, and moves to get off of you.

You groan, not wanting to get up so quickly.

“Sam and Dean will be back soon.”

“No they won’t.”

Cue the doorbell ringing and a knock on the front door.

“Chuck, you better not be doing what the hell I think you’re doing!”

[katorainwonderland]

Meant For Me pt. 1

Part 2 II Part 3 

Prompt: "The reader, who is Sam and Dean's little sister, feels unimportant after realizing the boys have books written about them and not one of the stories mentions her even though she was there during each one, so, Chuck tries to make her feel better." It is also based on this imagine but just a little bit:)

Pairing: Chuck Shurley/Reader Rating: Explicit/Mature Word Count: 1,003  Warnings: Feelings of being unimportant?... idk can that be a warning?... Author’s Note: My first Chuck story and yes this is just part 1, I'm not sure if I will continue or not but if you want me to just let me know! Don't worry, for everyone who has requested something from me I am still writing them, this was just in my drafts for the longest time and I finally decided to post it. So, Enjoy!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You stay here and watch him." Dean ordered, you looked at him with an eyebrow raised "please." He added

"Why do I have to watch him, why can’t you or Sam do it?"

"Because, well, because—"

"Because I’m a lousy hunter, is that what you’re trying to say?!"

"I never said that!"

"But I know you always think it, I’m sorry if I’m not the hunter that dad and you thought I would be but whatever, fine, I’ll sit here with Chuck, at least he doesn’t look at me like I disappoint him." You had wanted to get that off your chest for a long time.

Dean looked at you speechless, he didn’t know you felt like that, and you were always so quiet until recently when you started speaking up about things. It took both Sam and Dean by surprise when you spoke your opinion on something.

"Why are you still here, go!" Dean stands there for a moment longer opening and closing his mouth like a fish, trying to find some words to say, he ends up giving up but you know he’ll try to talk to you later. Sam and Dean leave, having you alone with Chuck, he’s currently upstairs changing into some clothes. You take a seat gingerly on the couch ignoring the paper everywhere and right when you sat down he came into the room.

"Hey, I heard you yelling, a-are you okay?" He asks

"Yeah, just tired of being the black sheep in the family, honestly, I don’t feel like I belong with them. I’m uncoordinated, I can’t shoot a gun, the only reason I’m still with them is because I can do research, I’m not important.

"What, yes you are, you’re just as important as Sam and Dean."

"Oh, really, then why am I not in any of these books?" You gesture to the ones on the table.

"You’re made for something bigger." He sounded so sure of himself as he took a seat next to you, his blue eyes seeming to hold secrets that nobody could know.

"Really, for what?"

"I-I don’t know but it’s definitely huge." He averted his eyes from yours and you smiled grabbing his hand.

"Thank you for trying to make me feel better."

"You’re welcome." He gives you a close lipped smile and you don’t know what it is but you find yourself attracted to him, he was a gorgeous man without a doubt, with his endless blue eyes, soft hair at the top of his head that went on into a beard on his face. His shy stature hid a confidence that you felt not many saw plus he really was a sweet guy.

You don’t recall who did what first but at some point in time while you were supposed to be watching him your lips ended up joined with his, the man definitely knew how to kiss, this is when you really saw that quiet confidence, as his hands held you tight while his lips moved against yours not too slow but also not in a rush. It was a comfortable kiss that had you feel that all would be okay, you were the one who took it further and lay back on the couch, and he followed willingly lips trying to stay connected to your own. Soon you were both in full blown make out, hands running over clothed bodies and mouths moving to other places.

"Oh, God," You pant when Chuck kisses your neck, he pauses at the words and his eyes flash up to you but you don’t notice it because he quickly proceeded to what he was doing.

His hands come up under your shirt and his warm hands meet your flesh as he pulls it up and off your body, tossing it to the side and then kissed down between your bra clad breasts then down your stomach stopping right at the top of your jeans. With your hand in his soft, curly hair you egg him on, the button and zipper are undone and your pants along with your panties are being slid off, you lean up and bravely undo your bra as Chuck watches seemingly in awe.

"You’re so beautiful." He claims softly, taking your heavy breasts in his hands and massaging them, his thumb rubbing over the nipples while his lips kiss yours briefly before they attach to one of your nipples, whilst the other is still being massaged by his hand.

You moan letting your head fall back, his mouth shows the same attention to the other breast and then again begins kissing you lower and lower until he gets to the top of your thighs, he gently spreads them. He lifts them over his shoulders so he has a good view of your wet pussy that is gradually growing wetter by the minute. His kisses continue on the inside of your thighs, your breath hitches and you grip his hair again right when his tongue swipes up your folds and over your clit, your back arches and you gasp.

"Ah, Chuck!" You cry out in pleasure, as his tongue works on you, you feel his beard rubbing against the tender skin of your thighs with every movement. You can feel your end coming, it builds and builds until he engulfs your clit, closing his mouth around it and washing his tongue over it. You climax screaming and pulling at his hair while you wither around, he holds you down when you try moving away from his talented tongue, he rides you through it until you’re exhausted. Chuck licks his lips carefully moving your legs from his shoulders and makes his journey back up your body to your lips.

You’re just about to fall asleep when he holds you close to him but then he says something.

"You are made for something bigger… you were meant for me." You’re drifting between sleep and awake but you do wonder what he could have possibly meant by that.