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[puella-magia]

@sailorfur @sunnyvicky @thinkingabout-girls

hi just wanted to let you guys know that i haven't forgotten about your fic requests! there's a lot going on in my life right now and the wips are sitting in open tabs right now but i'm doing my best!! have a great day!!

[hayleysstark]

Title: Quiet

Words: 463

Summary: Gaius is a quiet man, leading a quiet life in quiet, if a bit cluttered, chambers in the heart of Camelot. And then Merlin comes along. And suddenly, things are not quiet. [Father's Day fic.]

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Gaius is a quiet man.

He leads a quiet and, for the most part, unremarkable, life as a physician and scholar, gathering and grinding herbs, mixing draughts, dressing wounds, brewing potions, administering remedies, curing ailments, reading books, studying sciences, learning languages, and he does it, all of it, the way he does everything – quietly, plainly, unpretentiously, and unremarkably. And he is content.

He's old, to tell the truth, too old to go frisking about as a younger man would, looking to win battles or glory or perhaps a bit of both; he's too old to even want to.

He has his books. He has his herbs. He has his potions. He has his quiet. And he tells himself he is content.

But…

But there are times when it isn't enough—his books, his herbs, his potions, his quiet, it isn't enough, and there is something cold and horrible and terrifyingly empty inside of him, an indefinable, bone-deep ache that his potions cannot cure, a hole his knowledge can never fill, a longing for something—something more.

And then, suddenly, things are not quiet.

Suddenly, there's someone else. Suddenly, there's a boy of barely eighteen summers who never stops talking and trips over his own boots and leaves a mess wherever he goes and won't listen to anyone and throws out spells like he thinks them candies and—and—gets up before sunrise to gather herbs so Gaius won't have to, and comes stumbling down the stairs every morning still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, but he musters a bright smile whenever he sees Gaius anyway, no matter how tired he is, and every time he learns a new bit of magic, his eyes light up, and he won't rest until he's tried it out for himself, and he sends his mother nearly every coin he earns, and some nights he falls asleep with his head on his spellbook because he couldn't bear to stop reading, and he can't tell a joke to save his life because he starts snickering before he can get out the punch line, and sometimes, as he helps Gaius stir his ointments and strain his tinctures, he says, softly and sincerely and almost to himself, "Thank you for putting up with me," as though he can scarcely fathom it.

Merlin isn't quiet.

Merlin is the exact opposite of quiet, really – he's filled to the brim with noise, overflowing with sound as a bucket with water, and come what may, it simply spills out of him, in faint gentle whispers or resounding, deafening shouts, a constant, unrelenting cascade of sound.

Gaius has his books. He has his herbs. He has his potions. And he has something quite a bit better than quiet.

And now—now he is content.

[sapphicrangertrini]

So she keeps trying. Even when Alex stops answering her calls, stops replying to her texts with anything more than one word, unless it’s about work. When her answers start getting shorter and sharper. When the taller woman pulls away from her touch. Maggie still tries for something, anything to salvage what they have. It comes to a head finally though, finally.

“I can’t concentrate on finding Supergirl with you hovering, Maggie! Back off! I need to focus.”

And Maggie’s hands go up. She takes a step back, then another. Swallowing hard to push away the way her voice wants to crack. Sucking in a sharp breath and waiting just a moment to see if Alex is going to say anything else. But the silence is thick and her girlfriend won’t even look at her. So with another breath and a drop of her arms to wrap around her torso, Maggie looks down, then backs away further. “I’ll stop getting in the way then.” She turns and walks out the door, not looking back, not wanting to see that Alex isn’t even watching her leave.

A little glimpse at the One-Shot I’m writing for that first painful headcanon I sent @sanjunipero1987 ( @the-laughing-wolf, figured you might want a look too)

[deanwinchesterforpromqueen]

Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

A/N: Ok, so this is pure smutty trash, also, my first time writing full on smutt, so please be gentle. I would like to give a HUGE shoutout to @jalove-wecallhimdean​ for beating this for me, and helping me with ideas! Seriously, you’re amazing! Hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Demon!Dean X Reader

Warnings: Smutt, masturbation(female), oral(female receiving), orgasm denial, slightly dom!dean, like seriously guys, if smutt isn’t your thing, turn back now!

“Oh (Y/N), where are youuu? Don’t you want to come out and playyy?” Dean’s voice echoed down the hall of the bunker.

You sat in a closet of one of the vacant rooms, struggling with your thoughts. You knew you should run, fear for your life, but you couldn’t. Something about the tone of Dean’s voice excited you, made you curious of what would happen if he found you. Before you could decide what to do, two strong arms were wrapping around you tightly.

“Gotcha now, princess.” Dean sneered, as his eyes flashed pitch black. You knew you should fight back, try to escape from his grasp, but you didn’t. Instead you let him haul you off to god knows where to do god knows what to you.

“Dean…” was all you were able to get out before everything went black. When you finally came to, you couldn't move. You looked down, searching for the source of your restraint, finding your arms and legs bound by straps. You were laying naked on what seemed to be an examination table, the cold stinging your bare skin. ‘What the hell is Dean doing to me’ you thought to yourself. Fear and excitement coursing through your veins.

“About time you woke up, I didn't want to have do this all by myself.” Dean smirked at you.

You looked over to see him seated in a chair facing you, slowly stroking his thick cock. His eyes clouded with desire.

“What… what are you going to do to me?” You all but whimpered out.

“Actually, you should be asking what you're going to do to yourself princess.” A devilish grin spreading across his lips.

Dean stood up and made his way over to you, his cock bouncing freely as he walked. You knew that you shouldn't, but all you could do was focus on it and wonder how it would feel inside of you.

Dean trailed his hand along your leg, up your thigh, and over your slick folds before unlatching one of your wrists.

“I want you to show me how you play with yourself at night when you think about me.” He commanded. “How you flick and pinch your nipples, wishing it was my tongue instead of your fingers.”

Dean snapped his fingers, and suddenly your free hand landed on your breast and began toying with the tight bud. A small moan escaping your mouth.

“That's it sweetheart, just like that.” He purred.

You didn't want to do this, but you couldn't stop. You watched as Dean's eyes surveyed your body as if you were his property.

“Now I want to see how you slowly slide your hand down your body, running a finger through your slick folds.”

And with another snap, your hand began to trail down your body, a finger dipping into your heat. You were surprised to feel the wetness that had began to pool up between your folds. You couldn't deny how turned on you were by Dean’s torture.

“Now taste it.” He demanded.

You did as you were told as Dean looked on in surprise; he didn't have to make you follow his command.

“Oh, you like that don't you (Y/N).” He said as he began to slowly stroke his length.

You decided to take things into your own hands, no longer needing Dean's commands. You slid your hand back down to your heat and began to run a flinger through your slick coming up to flick the sensitive mound of nerves. Dean looked on with pure lust as you took your finger and plunged it into your opening, pumping in and out slowly.

You could feel your release building inside of you, but before you could reach it, Dean removed your hand and placed it back into the restraint.

“Not yet princess.”

Dean's tongue appeared where your finger had left off. Slowly circling your mound, as he thrust a long thick digit inside of you, curling it slightly to access your g-spot. You felt your release begin to build again, but just as you were about to fall over the edge, Dean removed himself from between your legs. You let out a frustrated moan.

“What's the rush princess?” Dean smirked up at you. “We've got all night.” He whispered across your skin, his breath sending tingles up your spine.

His callused hands find their way to your breasts, pawing and kneading them as his mouth finds your rising bud, taking it between his teeth, nipping and sucking causing you to arch up into him. You struggled with your restraints, needing to feel him.

Dean was taking his time, tormenting you, savoring every inch of your body. He finally stopped his attack on your chest, and released your arms and legs from their restraints. He slid you down until your legs were hanging off of the table.

“Now be a good girl, and don't move.” He commanded as he spread your legs, teasing your folds with the head of his length.

Dean looked up at you, eyes flashing black, before thrusting into you hard and fast. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, fighting the urge to arch into his thrust.

Dean stilled inside of you before he began thrusting in a rough rhythm, his hips grinding into your own.

He let out a primal roar, “mmm so tight princess, gonna rip you wide open!” Dean quickens his pace, his hand tangling into your hair and holding your head down, his other hand finding your breast and begins roughly kneading.

You could feel the pressure building inside of you as Dean quickened his pace.

“Dean… gonna come.” You squeaked out through labored breaths.

Your walls tightened around him as you finally found your release, Dean's name rolling off of your tongue as you rode the waves of pleasure.

“Fuck princess. So hot!” He roared as he tightened his grip in your hair. You felt the warmth fill you as he came, his length throbbing inside of you.

After riding out his own release, he removed himself from you. “I always knew you'd be a good fuck, (Y/N/N).” Before vanishing from the room, leaving you naked, empty, and alone.

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[deanwinchesterforpromqueen]

Spa Day

Spa Day

A/N: So, I know it's been awhile, but I'm back! Hopefully this isn't as bad as I feel like it is! Also this was for @dancingalone21‘s challenge! My prompt was the quote “Oh crap, I'm a painted whore!”, hope you love it girl!

Word Count: 1,007

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, I guess that's it?

Summary: Dean agrees to let you have a day where you call the shots, but he doesn't know just what you have in store for him!

“You're really making me do this?” Dean grumbled as he trudged into your shared bedroom.

“You said that I got to have one day where I called the shots Winchester! So yes, I am making you do this!” You shot back, sass radiating off of you.

You began laying out your arsenal on the bed, turning around to wink at your boyfriend.

“Why do you have this much makeup?” He asked, clearly horrified as he observed the pile of products littering your bed.

“What? Hunters can wear makeup too! Andddd I may or may not have a hoarding problem.”

“Clearly!” He grumbled. “But you know you don't need any of it, right?”

A blush crept its way onto your cheeks, “if you say so Winchester! But honestly, I don't wear it because I feel like I need it, it's actually kind of fun to me. To doll myself up and pretend to be someone else for a little while. Now sit!” You commanded, gesturing to the chair you had set up for him.

“Damn (Y/N), I like it when you get all demanding!” He chuckled, slapping your ass on the way to the chair.

“Well, I am the one calling the shots today, play your cards right and you just might get to see me be even more demanding later tonight!”

“Yes ma'am!” He shouted, saluting you, a sly smile working its way across his lips.

You began to work on his already gorgeous face.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what are those for?” He gestured to the cucumbers in your hand, “you better not expect me to eat those!”

You chuckled, “no! These are for your eyes while your face moisturizes! Now be still!” You demanded, slapping his hand away from the sliced vegetables in your hand.

“Ohhh! I could get used to this!” Dean exclaimed, rubbing his face. “I'm so… Soft!”

“See, I always knew you had a prissy side somewhere in that manly body of yours!” You shot him a wink before preparing for the next step.

After priming his chiseled face you grabbed your foundation and began dotting it on.

“Can I see yet?” He pleaded, his lip poking out. Damn he had a cute pouty face.

“I'm just getting started, you can see once I'm done! Now sit still before I poke you in the eye!” You said as you began dabbing the foundation in with your sponge.

You finished up blending and sculpting his face and took a second to stand back and admire your work. The contour and highlight bringing out his already well chiseled jawline and cheeks.

“Am I pretty yet?” He asked, batting his lashes up at you.

“Getting there!” You smirked.

“Wait! I wasn't pretty before?” He whined, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

“Maybe, maybe not!” You pecked a kiss on his lips before shaping his brows and filling them in.

“Now for the fun part!” You squealed, holding up your eye pallets and glitter.

“Oh no way! You are not using glitter!” He stared holes through you.

“Watch me!” You challenged. “And if you aren't still, you just might lose an eye, so your choice Winchester.” You smiled at yourself knowing that would shut him up.

You began your work on his gorgeous green orbs, being careful not to smudge your masterpiece.

Andddd I'm done! You proclaimed after applying the last bit of mascara.

“Ready for it?” You questioned excitedly.

“Not really, but let's see it.” He mumbled.

“Close your eyes!” You demanded before whirling him around to face the mirror. “Ok, open them!” You squealed.

Dean sat quietly, observing his face, scrunching and stretching it in different directions.

“Oh crap! I'm a painted whore!” He whined.

“But you're prettyyyy!” You exclaimed, batting your eyes at him.

Just then Sam appeared in the doorway, examining his older brother. “Do I even want to know?” He questioned.

“You didn't see anything! You got that Sammy?” Dean growled, piercing his brother with his steely gaze.

You and Sam broke out into a fit of laughter as Dean continued to stare holes into the both of you.

“So, does this mean I don't get a picture?” Sam asked, flashing his puppy eyes.

Dean didn't respond, but gave his brother a look that could kill.

“Anddd that's my cue to leave.” Sam chuckled, making his way out of the room.

“Now that I've lost my manhood, wanna get this stuff off my face and have some real fun?” A devious grin spreading across his lips.

“You know it Winchester!” You wrapped your arms around him, leaning up to press your lips to his. “After all, I've always been curious what it would feel like being with a woman.”

“Ohhhh you're gonna get it for that sweetheart!” Dean said, letting out a primal growl, before throwing you down onto the bed.

Forever Tags:

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[deanwinchesterforpromqueen]

Imagine Jensen Proposing to You

Imagine Jensen Proposing to You

A/N: I feel like i’ve posted this one, but I couldn’t find it anywhere, so idk. But, here it is! Again, or not.. Who knows? Also, no hate towards Danneel!

Pairing: Jensen X Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Y/F/N Y/L/N. What a woman. She was a fireball. Feisty as they come. She could rock blue jeans and a messy bun just as well as a dress and heels. Messy hair just as well as perfectly placed. She’s a natural beauty. And somehow I ended up lucky enough to call her mine. Other girls i’ve been with were just in it for my money, what I could give them, but not her. Y/N could care less about the money I make, or my fame. She loves me for me, and for that I owe her the world.

I stood in the door way of our shared living room, watching her sing into the broom as she cleaned.

“Jensen! I didn't know you were watching me!” She shouted, blush creeping across her gorgeous face.

“Just enjoying the show sweetheart!” I chuckled. “Hey, I have a surprise for you, meet me out back in thirty minutes! No peeking!” I was beyond nervous and I hoped she couldn't tell.

Excitement danced across her beautiful y/e/c eyes before she scurried off to wait in our bed room.

I rushed out to our large back yard to set up. I started a fire and laid out a blanket and pillows. Lining her path to the fire with rose petals. Once I was done I waited nervously for her, fumbling with the small velvet box in my pocket.

I watched as she made her way to me, eager to see her reaction.

“Jensen! This is amazing!” She squealed, excitement radiating from her.

“Only for you sweetheart. Now close your eyes!” I said before dropping to one knee, removing the small box from my pocket. “Ok, now open them!”

Tears began to fall softly from her eyes as a huge smile spread across her lips.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man on this planet and marry me?” I asked, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

“Yes! Of course!” She shouted.

I placed the ring onto her delicate finger, no longer able to hold back my tears.

“My happy ending.” I whispered before picking up my soon to be bride and spinning her around.

[deanwinchesterforpromqueen]

Imagine Dean Sticking Up For You And Making You Feel Beautiful

A/N: Ok guys, this one came from my own demons. I’ve struggled with my self image for as long as I can remember, but just as I was feeling comfortable in my own skin again, along came my mother-in-law to tear me down and make me feel horrible again, which is why I took the hiatus I did awhile back. And now the anon army decided that it would be cool to call out my flaws. I know this is very poorly written, but I just had to get it out. I also want all of you to know, that no matter what anyone says, you are all beautiful <3

Warnings: Self image issues, fluff.

It wasn't often that you got to go out and enjoy a night with the boys, so you were taking extra time perfecting every last detail of your look.

“Hurry up (Y/N/N), you've been in there for five hours!” Dean shouted through the door.

“I'll be done in a second, don't get your panties in a wad Winchester!”

You examined yourself in the mirror, a small smile tugging at your lips. It had been awhile since you felt this good about yourself.

When you walked into the kitchen where the boys were waiting Dean's eyes fell on you, his expression changing from irritated to intrigued. He had never seen you in anything other than your usually flannel, jeans, messy bun, and makeup free face.

“Uh… Wow (Y/N/N), you look…” Dean struggled to get the words out, opting to give you a goofy grin instead.

You gazed up at the younger brother, “You really think so?”

“Uh… Hell Yeah!!” Dean confessed before engulfing you in a hug.

Sam cleared his throat, “Ok guys, if you keep this up I'm going without you!”

Dean reluctantly released you from his grasp and the three of you headed for the impala.

You followed the two brothers into the crowded bar, pausing for a second when you noticed a blonde eyeing Dean as if he were a piece of meat.

You did your best to shrug it off, and took a seat at the table beside Dean.

You quickly forgot about the girl, as you lost yourself in conversation. That was until she plopped herself down onto Dean's lap, taking him by surprise. You watched as his body went rigid.

“Can I help you?” Dean hissed, pushing the girl off of him.

“Just thought you'd like to see what a real woman was like.” She purred, throwing a bitchy look your way.

“Trust me doll, (Y/N) is more of a woman than you'll ever be, so kindly go back to the hole you crawled out of.” Dean said, flashing her an icy smile.

“Have fun with that ugly bitch. If you ever get tired of looking at her hideous face, call me.” She pouted, slipping her number into Dean's hand before she stalked off.

You fought back the tears that were pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“(Y/N/N), don't listen to that skank, you're the most beautiful girl in this bar, inside and out.” Dean cooed, before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Thank you Dean.” You sniffled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I love you” you whispered.

Forevers:

@anokhi07 @isis278 @supernatural0826

[deanwinchesterforpromqueen]

Imagine Pranking Dean

A/N: Heres a little gif blurb I wrote in hopes of getting my mojo back! Hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 270

You were outside washing the impala with Dean, wearing a bikini top and shorts, you were soaked through to the bone from all of the times Dean thought it would be funny to “accidentally” spray you. You waited patiently for your chance to strike back, the silver set of keys burning a hole in your pocket.

“Hey, I'm gonna run in and grab a beer, you want anything?” Dean asked.

“No thanks,” you said, a devious smirk spreading across your lips.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged “you mind drying off baby while you wait?” He asked gesturing to his prized black beauty.

You nodded in agreement and began drying, waiting until he was safely inside before hoping in the driver's seat and starting the engine. She came to life with a deep roar. Dean always refused to let you drive. But now pulling out of the driveway of the bunker, you could see why. The gorgeous black Impala drove amazingly, you wouldn’t want to let anyone else drive her either, if she was yours. If only you could see his face when he came back out and realized it was gone.

After your small joyride you returned back to the bunker. You were just in time to see Dean’s reaction. You slowed the car and parked. A look of horror apparent on Dean’s face.

“Figured the wind would dry her quicker.” You shrugged as you dropped the keys into his hand and walked past him into the bunker.

“(Y/N), you are SO gonna pay for that!” You heard him shout.

“Can’t wait for it Winchester!” You whispered to yourself, envisioning what Dean’s next move would be.

Forevers:

@petrovadixon @summer-binging-spn