Private Party - Part 2 - Part 3 🔞 ✅
The reader decides that more, untraditional, methods of interrogation are needed when trying to get the King of Hell to talk (Light smut)
Uncle Crowley
Crowley meets the young reader for the first time and becomes something of an uncle for the “little bit”.
You belong to me
The reader has to act like bait on a case and ends up running into Crowley, months after having run out on him after a one night stand
Puppy
The reader’s new friend Crowley, tries to help her during a wendigo hunt, by sending a hellhound.
Dad!Crowley stories: The reader is Crowley’s daughter
Disney Movie Madness
Crowley tries to convince it’s bed time, not Disney movie time
Easter Eggs
Crowley celebrates Easter with the five-year-old princess of hell.
Fatherhood
Crowley comes home to find his daughter playing hide and seek.
Good Night Princess
Crowley puts his daughter, the reader to bed, after negotiating for a suitable bedtime deal with the little ball of energy.
Tea Party Playtime
Crowley leaves his book to take a trip into his five-year-old’s imagination as he joins her tea party.
The Little Warrior
Crowley takes his five-year-old daughter trick or treating for Halloween.
Walkies With ‘Ette
Crowley comes home from his king duties early and takes his five-year-old daughter out for a walk.
The Deal
The reader goes to make a deal at a crossroad to feel happy again, when Crowley shows up and tries to stop her.
The House Guest
You are looking for a bit of privacy to indulge in private fantasies when then king of hell seems to overhear your “me-time”.
Shower Etiquette
Living in hell with Crowley leads to a steamy shower. Leading to Smut
I have got to that dreaded point where I’ve read pretty much all JDM/John/Negan/Jason fics on AO3 and I’m looking for new ones to get me through my stressful and depressing life lol. They can be on pretty much any writing platform, though probably not AO3 since its highly likely I’ve read them. If they’re ones you’ve written, or you’ve read send them through! I’m thinking of compiling a list of them to put on here so everyone can read them.
Criteria:
- Multi chapter (5 chapters or more preferably, relatively high word count)
- JDM, John Winchester, Jason Crouse, or Negan but AU Negan where it isn’t TWD, also open to any other JDM characters.
- Smut is an absolute must, slow burn or not I don’t mind
Summary: You and Demon!Dean get frisky in an alley
Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, sex with a stranger, outdoors sex, drinking, Demon!Dean, hair pulling, roughish sex, this is not a love story....
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You slung back another shot, enjoying the way it burned as it slid down the back of your throat and you looked up as another one was immediately replacing its spot on the bar in front of you.
“I didn’t order that,” you said to the bartender, even though in your current drowning your sorrows mood you were glad for its appearance.
He tipped you a quick wink, “It’s from the fella at the end of the bar,” and you followed the direction of his finger where it was indicating a blond-haired stranger sitting about five seats further down.
You grabbed the shot glass and raised it in his direction, and you couldn’t help the way you licked your lips seductively right before you downed the amber colored liquid. There was something about the light scruff on his chin and his hair that would be the perfect length for grabbing him by to shove between your legs that had you feeling perky at just the thought he might be interested in you.
Relishing again in the heat that seared the inside of your throat as you threw back the shot, suppressing the slight shiver you felt, you turned to smile and toss your hair playfully over your shoulder at the man who had bought you a drink, the flirtatious gesture worked and soon he was walking over to the seat closest to you and holding out his large hand.
“Name’s Dean,” your tiny fingers fit delicately into his palm as you shook his hand, “what’s your name sweetheart?” He asked as you stared at him in what was most likely slack-jawed wonder.
“Y/N,” you shut your mouth, thinking that words were overrated, and bit your bottom lip instead.
"That's a pretty name," his mouth was grinning widely and put his perfectly white straight teeth on display.
There was no point in being coy, you wanted him, at least this one night stand would be enough to distract you for the night. You pulled up all the bravery you could muster, knowing that this was the single most gorgeous looking man you had come across in a long time. Also, a man like this most likely could erase any lingering memory of your ex, his experience was evident in his easy manner and the way he was massaging his hand against yours.
“Would you like to get out of here Dean?” You spoke up quickly before you lost your nerve.
“Yes ma’am,” he said as he pulled you up off the stool by your hand that he was still holding, and led you outside.
“I’ve got a room right over here,” Dean indicated at the little motel that was a few hundred yards away.
You couldn’t wait, pulling him sideways you tugged him into the darkened walkway next to the bar, your hands went to his chest, pressing him into the brick-walled alley, doubting in a place like this there would be anyone who would come out here in the middle of the night, and a part of you didn’t care even if they did.
“Already hot for me are you?” He fisted his hand in your hair and tilted your head to the side to press his plush pink lips against your neck, you thought briefly that you would probably have to work to cover some purple and blue marks there tomorrow.
You fought for control, wanting to get to his lips but he was stronger than you and a quick yank on your locks had you submitting easily. He kissed your lips, moving his mouth in perfect time against yours, before sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. You felt his teeth scrape against it before grabbing it lightly between his teeth and tugging.
He untangled his hand from your hair and slid it down your neck over your shoulder and grabbed your upper arm his other hand moving to the opposite side of you and in a split second, he was in charge, spinning you around so it was your back pressing into the hard cold bricks.
“Weee,” you said playfully, your voice a low whisper.
He silenced you with another kiss. You were glad you had decided to wear your short denim skirt because in another second you were lifting your leg to wrap it around Dean. He got the memo and used his hands to lift your by your thighs so you could get your legs around his waist.
You could feel his hardness pressing through the layers of his jeans and your panties and you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you.
“Come on Dean, let’s do this,” you tried to move your hand to rub the bulge in his pants but you couldn’t do it with the weird angle.
He used one hand to come around under your ass, holding you firmly against the wall so he could give you enough space to get his jeans undone. You were already wet and ready from the excitement of the little tryst you were having. Dean pulled a condom out of his back pocket and wiggled his jeans just off of his hips enough so he could roll it over his hard cock.
After the strange maneuvering was out of the way he managed to hold you firmly again and you were able to line him up with your entrance, pushing your own panties out of the way. You couldn’t believe how big he was as he slowly thrust inside of you and you rubbed your clit, your hand nothing more than a flesh-colored blur as you quickly tried to work yourself to orgasm.
In a matter of minutes, you were clenching around his cock, but you could still feel him pounding into you hard and fast, the rough texture of the bricks were grinding against your exposed part of your lower back and the cheeks of your ass, and you hissed slightly the pain and pleasure mixing together perfectly.
His hips began to stutter and he tipped his head back, “shit, I’m gonna cum,” it sounded more like a growl than a coherent sentence.
You pushed on his chest and he stopped, pulling out of you, and helping you back on the ground.
You climbed onto your knees and smiled up at him, “cum on me, right here,” you said as you pulled down your top your tits spilling out over the stretchy neckline of your tank top.
He grinned down at you, pulled off the condom, and was tossing it over his shoulder to land somewhere in the back alley before he started jerking himself hard and fast. Soon he sprayed his wet sticky excitement in long hot spurts over your exposed chest and you couldn’t help but laugh as he looked down at you and shoved his softening cock back in his jeans.
You knew you looked like a hot mess, but you didn’t care you could sneak out of the alley to your car and clean yourself up at home, no one would be any wiser that this night had happened at all. You saw that in pushing yourself back into your top and straightening out your clothes, Dean had already started to walk back over to the bar, leaving you on your own.
“It was nice meeting you Dean,” you called out as his figure retreated.
He waved casually back at you, but he didn’t even turn and glance over his shoulder.
Choices 💔
The reader is the Winchester’s sister and dies, she needs to make a choice, and comes back half demon half angel, having made the only right choice for her. Family.
Decorations 💖
The reader is maybe a bit too deep in that Halloween spirit and redecorated the bunker, much to her brothers’ annoyance.
Failed Deals & Broken Hearts 💔
The Winchester brothers struggle through the loss of their little sister and try everything to bring her back from the dead.
Prank Wars 💖
The reader is the Winchesters’ little sister and gets back at big brother Sam for his latest prank by cutting him off from his addiction of the more technological variety.
Silver Box 💖
The reader is the Winchesters sister, and when they catch her doing something that looks more illegal than it is she gets an (undeserved) earful.
Drabbles:
Old Enough 💖
Imagine begging your brothers to let you go on a hunt with them.
Solo Hunts 💖
Imagine your brothers following you when you go on your first solo hunt.
The Break Up 💔
Imagine your brothers finding you crying by the door after breaking up with your boyfriend.
The End of The Line 💔
The apocalypse is here, and this time there is no silver lining, no hope or last minute way out.
The Letter 💔
The reader writes a letter to her dad
Always Double Tap - Part 2 💖✅
The reader, Castiel and the Winchesters wake up in a different world from their own. One infested with zombies.
Choosing Sides
The reader is an agent working for the FBI. Her case? Tailing and apprehending the Winchester brothers.
Princess 💖
The Winchesters are forced to deal when the usually badass reader turns into a helpless girl after a witch hunt gone wrong.
The Mexican Standoff 💖
The reader sets out to prove to the Winchesters that she’s the most badass hunter in the bunker.
Truth or dare 💖
The reader plays truth or dare with Team Free Will when Dean decides they’ve reached a stopping point in the research.
Stories without a reader
Good Night Sammy 💖
Dean and Castiel try to trick a tired Sam into getting some shut eye.
Cold 💔
Sam considers how cold death is in his final moments.
Fireworks💔
Dean and young Sammy watch the fireworks together, but is it all a dream and, if so, will the hunter wake up?
Halloween Nights
This is a AU Dark!Dean story. It’s Halloween, and Dean Winchester is out hunting for monsters. Like he is every day.
Since we’re now in July, I thought I’d do a little list of what I created in June, both to keep myself motivated, and to give you guys a full list, in case you missed one! My WIPs grew by two in June, so there’s a less regular posting schedule for them, but we’re nearing the finish line on several of them, so hopefully summer should be action packed!
Dean x Reader:
The Classifieds: Angst One Shot: What lengths will Dean Winchester go to when he runs out of options to save the people he cares about? Is he willing to let go of a part of himself to save his family?
After Hours: Smut One Shot: Dean Smith asks the reader to work overtime to clean up a mess she made, and things get heated after hours when Dean catches her in his office, indulging in something other than paperwork.
Missing in Action: Ongoing series: Dean was hit by a spell cast by an apparently lovesick witch. And though your little group tries to keep him from her, he breaks free. Breaking your heart along the way.
Posted in June: Part 1 | Part 2
Lost: Ongoing series: You’re kidnapped by a monster and locked in a windowless cell. The problem is, Dean thinks you left him willingly.
Posted in June: Part 6
The Man in Apartment 43: Ongoing AU series: Will Dean be able to save the woman next door from her vicious stalker?
Posted in June: Part 17
Sam x Reader:
HunT: A fully visual slow burn social media AU: The hunting life is one ruled by old tomes, burner phones and long lists of personal contacts. But that’s about to change once your best friend, Charlie, develops an invite only online resource for hunters; HunT.
Posted in June: Prologue | Part 1
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Other things I created in June:
Since my writer’s block is being stubborn when it comes to my ongoing stories (Lost and Apt. 43) I took to other creative outlets in June and made some visuals, namely three batches of Supernatural dividers. Just adding one for each batch here, with a link to where you can find more!
1st batch of dividers can be found here
2nd batch of dividers can be found here
3rd batch (Dean outfit specific) can be found here
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I’m really hoping to get moving more on Lost and apartment 43 now in July, I’m so sorry my posting schedule is non-existent and I can be a bit slow. Between work, health, relationships and more I’m only able to write a bit every week.
I’ve been thinking about possibly maybe writing a series revolving around AU!Cas...
it’s obvious that this AU!Cas was brainwashed and tortured into becoming who the angels wanted him to be. and I wish we got to explore that and him as a character in general for longer than like the minute that he was in the episode.
THANK GOD FOR FANFIC THO AM I RIGHT?
I was thinking something along the lines of Castiel bringing him back to the bunker instead of killing him, and they get to know him. maybe show him some kindness till maybe, just maybe the real AU!Cas comes out of his brainwashed haze.
but heres the thing.
1) would yall even read this series?
and 2) would you want it to end up as an AU!Cas x reader or stick to our regular Castiel x reader? cause yall know theres gotta be smut/fluff involved.
pls take this survey to answer my above 2 questions! THANK YOU :)
tagging some fellow Cas friends to help me decide: @willowing-love @thran-duils @webcricket
tada! a commissioned Gabriel fluff for the lovely @the-moose-of-baskerville <3 hope you enjoy!
Summary: making caramel apples for Halloween with your fav archangel!
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: a fucking fluff overload!!!
A/N: this is my first time writing Gabriel, so pls be kind!!
“Hey, Sugar.”
You squealed in surprise at the sound of your boyfriend Gabriel’s voice from behind you, his hands squeezing your waist and tickling you.
“Gabe!” you shouted with laughter, squirming out of his hold to get him to stop tickling you. “Took you long enough!”
Gabriel fake pouted. “I know, I’m sorry. But look!” he said, holding up two full grocery bags, one in each hand. “I bought all the stuff you asked for. Aren’t I the best boyfriend ever?”
You scoffed with a grin, taking the bags from him and setting them down on the counter. “Yeah, yeah, I guess you’re not that bad. Thank you.”
Gabe kissed the top of your head before watching you pull out the items from the bags, laying them out on the counter. “Remind me what all of this is for, again?”
“We’re making caramel apples! For Halloween tomorrow.”
“Ah, yes that’s right,” Gabe nodded. “So, you'll be doing the baking and I’ll be doing the eating, right?” he teased.
“Oh, no, mister. You’re helping me this year. But don’t worry, making caramel apples is easy! Just follow my lead.”
Gabriel saluted you. “Yes ma’am.”
You smiled. “First thing’s first: grab a pan and spray it with cooking oil.”
He nodded, grabbing the pan and holding the can of cooking oil right in front of it.
“Wait!” you exclaimed, stopping him. “Don’t hold the spray so close. You need a nice, even layer of the oil all over the pan, okay?”
Gabriel raised his eyebrows in mock offense. “Oh, well excuuuuse me!”
You grinned, taking the pan and cooking oil from him. “So sassy. Here, I’ll do it. You just start taking the stems off of all the apples.”
“Now that I can do.”
Gabriel began humming a tune that you weren’t familiar with as you sprayed the pan before turning around to grab a bowl and the bag of caramel pieces, getting them set up. “Babe, how are the apples comin’?”
Just as you turned around, you watched him take a giant bite of an apple. “Gabriel!”
“Sorry, sugar,” he laughed with a mouthful of apple, holding his hands up in surrender. “I couldn’t help myself.”
You grinned, smacking him playfully on the chest. “You suck.”
“Not as good as you,” he teased with a wink.
“Gabriel!” you gasped, laughing. You went to playfully shove him but he caught your hands in his, smiling down at you.
“Alright, alright, I’m done. What’s the next step?” he asked.
“Putting the sticks into the apples,” you replied, holding up a bundle of lollipop sticks.
The two of you worked quickly and in comfortable silence, finishing up in under a few minutes.
“Now what?” he asked.
You grabbed the bag of caramel and held it up. “Now it’s time for your favorite part.”
Gabe clapped his hands together, a delighted grin on his face. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Let’s get to it, sweetcheeks.”
You and Gabriel unwrapped all the pieces of caramel and put them in a bowl before setting in the microwave, setting the timer for two minutes.
“And now, we wait,” Gabriel sighed.
You hopped up onto the counter to sit and Gabe stood between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. “Life is hard,” you teased.
He smirked. “You have no idea. But you make it much easier.”
Gabriel’s words sent a blush to your cheeks. “Who knew my little archangel could be such a sap?”
He playfully rolled his eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah.” He then met you halfway for a kiss that warmed you from the inside out, and that’s when the timer dinged. Gabriel pulled away with an annoyed grunt. “This caramel better be good. I don’t stop kissing my girl for just any candy.”
“I feel so special,” you chuckled, hopping down and opening the microwave, pulling out the bowl of melted caramel. “It smells so good!”
Without warning, Gabe stuck his finger in the bowl and scooped up some caramel before popping it in his mouth, moaning obscenely at the taste. “It is so good.”
“Gabriel!” you scolded. “We’re using these for the apples! You’re gonna get your germs all in the caramel.”
“I think if I had cooties, you would’ve gotten them by now,” he pointed out. He stuck his finger in one more time before holding it in front of your mouth. “Wanna taste?”
You sighed, giving in. It did look amazing. You opened your mouth and that’s when Gabriel pulled his finger back and sucked the caramel off himself, laughing hysterically at your disappointed face. “You ass!”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t see that coming,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close.
“Meany,” you pouted.
Gabriel leaned in with a smile and kissed you, sliding his tongue against yours briefly before pulling away.
“You taste good,” you said, licking your lips. He tasted just like the caramel.
“I always do,” he replied, winking. “Alright, let’s coat these apples, shall we?”
“We shall,” you agreed with a smile.
The two of you worked in comfortable silence standing side by side, taking each apple and rolling it carefully in the caramel before gently setting them on the pan, both of you trying hard not to get caramel everywhere.
“We’re done!” you exclaimed gleefully, looking at the pan full of about a dozen caramel apples. “And there’s even leftover caramel.”
“Now what?” Gabe asked.
“Now, we stick the pan in the fridge for about 15 minutes. And then they’ll be done!”
Gabe pouted. "But I want one now.”
You rolled your eyes, putting the pan the fridge before grabbing the bowl of caramel and sticking your finger in it. You scooped up some caramel and booped Gabriel with it, making him go crosseyed as he tried to look at his nose.
“You’re so cute!” you giggled.
“Oh, it is so on,” he warned, a grin spreading across his face.
As soon as Gabriel grabbed the bowl from your hand, you took off down the hall with a squeal, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you heard his feet take off after you.
“You can’t run from an archangel, sweetheart!” Gabe shouted after you.
“I can try!” you yelled back.
As soon as you turned the corner, you ran straight into Gabriel, making you shout in surprise. “Damn it! You cheated!”
He laughed. “I did just warn you, didn’t I?” Before you could run away again, he booped you, putting a glob of caramel on the tip of your nose. “There. Now you’re almost as cute as me.”
“Shutup!” you laughed. “I know 15 minutes hasn’t passed, but do you want to check on the caramel apples? Maybe we can eat one now.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
Gabe followed you back into the kitchen, watching as you opened the fridge and peeled a caramel apple off of the pan. The caramel was still pretty gooey, but that didn’t bother you. Your mouth watered at just looking at it.
“Wanna share?” you asked, holding up the apple.
Gabe smirked and nodded. You held up the apple as the two of you bit into the opposite sides, the caramel smearing over both of your noses, mouths and chins. You both pulled away laughing, wiping at your faces.
“Oh, dad, when did you turn me into such a cheeseball? This is straight out of Lady and the Tramp.”
“It’s ‘cause you love me so much. You can’t help it.”
Gabriel wrapped his arms around you, leaning in for a kiss. “You taste sweeter than caramel, sugar.”
You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Love you, Gabe.”
