Warnings: slight smut, ball gags, being tied up, teasing
Word Count: 287
ruby/anael for @spnfemslashbingo
A/N: nsfw aesthetic linked under the cut. pictures are not mine, but i made the aesthetic.
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Rope bonds your ankles to the end of the bed, handcuffs hold your wrists to the headboard, and a ball gag rests comfortably in the middle of your mouth. You’ve been naked and tied up for at least twenty minutes while your girlfriends watch you at the foot of the bed. They can see how much you need them to do something, anything, but they just stand there with smirks on their faces.
“What should we do to her?” Ruby asks Anael with a smirk.
“She’s been such a good girl. I think she deserves a reward.”
You want to moan and squirm underneath their gazes, but you know moving without permission is against the rules. You’ve been such a good girl to them, and you can’t wait until you have their hands on you.
“Then let’s give it to her.”
Anael approaches the point where your head is and Ruby slinks up to your feet. She crawls on the bed and presses kisses to your calves, egging you on and teasing you.
“You know, Ruby just loves the taste of pussy, and I’ve been telling her how sweet you taste,” Anael whispers. Ruby kisses up your legs, inching closer to the place where you crave her the most. “It’s okay, you can moan if you want.”
Ruby reached your inner thighs, and you let out a whimper. If you could move, you'd be angling your hips closer to her face. Ruby smirks and grips your thighs, spreading them to give her better access.
“Look at you, so pretty for us. And we’ve barely even touched you,” Ruby chuckles.
Your girls love to tease you, but in the end, you’ll know they’ll take great care of you.
get too close to me
rowena x apocalypse world charlie, 1012 words
[ao3]; for @spnfemslashbingo
At first, you stay with the witch because she’s clearly the most powerful person in this twisted, fucked-up version of the world. There weren’t really any witches left back home, not since the witch hunts that lasted for most of your childhood, but you were just old enough to remember them. The way the only thing that could kill them in the end was an angel, and this universe seems bafflingly short on those.
Anyways, the Winchesters look at you like you’re some kind of fucked up second chance, and there’s no part of you that wants to stay in that awful, underground bunker, expected to be someone’s resurrected friend. Dean won’t stop apologizing to you, and you try to make yourself be nice at first, but after the fourth time, you’re seconds away from punching him in the face, and you take Rowena up on her offer to get the fuck out.
Summary: You enjoyed your time on Earth, but you love being a demon just a little bit more. You have a new life, and if you’re going to continue to love it, you need to get rid of your biggest obstacles... the Winchesters.
Fandom: Supernatural
abaddon (2019 card) for @heavenandhellbingo
if you want a thing done well, do it yourself for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo
missing and presumed dead for @badthingshappenbingo
betrayal in @ladiesbingo
traveling woman in @spnfemslashbingo
abaddon for @spnvillainsbingo
Author’s Note: Yes, there will be another part. Maybe a third depending if you guys want it. This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!
There are two sides to you: the past and the present.
Before, you did everything with the Winchesters. You met them when your life was at stake because a dragon captured you to eat. Yes, you were a virgin back then, but you quickly corrected that issue to prevent that mistake from happening again (or, that’s what you tell yourself). In reality, Dean was just too magnetic to stay away from.
Working with the Winchesters led to some really fun nights and some of the lowest lows you’ve ever seen yourself in. You three trusted each other with your life, always taking risks that the others wouldn’t. You used to put others before yourself all the time. It didn't matter if you know them or not. To you, everyone’s lives were worth more than yours… it’s why you and Dean got along so well.
You two became closer after you two had sex, even if it was the only time it happened. You’ve flirted with him almost every day, and there have been times when you two would make out, but it never went beyond that. It was just easier to sleep with someone you met in a bar and forget they existed the very next day. It was harder to do that with Dean since you lived with him.
Working with them was fine in the beginning, but the more hunts you went on, the more you realized how much you wanted a family. You’re always saving families and watching them reunite, and you long for one of your own. Dean tended to remind you that he and Sam were your family, and while that was true, you really wanted kids and to build one from the ground up.
It’s why you went your separate ways.
Sam and Dean wanted to continue to hunt, and you really wanted a family. That didn’t mean you weren't going to help if needed, you just weren't going to pick up a gun for them anymore. Whatever they needed, you helped from the comfort of your home. You kept in touch with them every day, told them about the men you were dating, and got so excited when one relationship lasted more than four months. They supported you from the Bunker, and you supported them from your apartment on the other side of the country. The only problem was that something was always dragging you back into hunting whether that would be a monster in your hometown, Sam and Dean needing your help on a hunt since they didn’t know anyone else, or whatever it was.
You got sick and tired of bailing on your boyfriends because you had to fight some monster. It wasn’t fair to them and it wasn’t fair to you. You ended up doing something you never thought you, as a hunter, would do. The need for wanting a family overcame the voice inside your head telling you not to do it. Of course, you never told Sam or Dean what you did… in fact, they hardly ever needed you for hunting after you did what you did.
You sold your soul for the apple pie life. Ten years being happy with a family is better than a lifetime of hunting monsters and never getting anywhere.
However, before you could get what you want, you died because you were in an accident. Now, you don’t know if it was some douchebag demon cashing in on souls early or if it was truly an accident, but it didn't matter because you went to Hell.
At first, it was torture getting tortured on the rack. It felt like a century being on there, but only a few years had passed. You’re used to getting a lot of pain from hunting with the Winchesters, but you’ve never experienced pain like that before.
You broke sooner than you hoped you would.
Instead of being tortured, you decided to do the torturing. It was nice to cut into skin that wasn’t yours. You knew Dean had gone to hell and was an excellent torturer, but you were better. You actually came up with ways that haven't even been invented yet. Everyone in Hell feared you, was scared when your name came into conversation. You got so good at torturing that anyone who was refusing to talk, did when they heard you were coming in.
After a few centuries of bringing the worst pain unto anyone that dare get in your way, you were promoted to a crossroad demon. It wasn’t as fancy as torturing souls, but you did get to see Earth. If you missed anything while you were human, it was being on Earth. Hell is great, but an argument can be made for Earth being a bit better.
After doing a few years being topside, you were a free demon, able to jump between Hell and Earth whenever you pleased. Crowley really wanted you to grab demons who were misbehaving and bring them back to him (injured or not), but you managed to slip into your old days of going to bars and picking up men.
Along the way, you met an equally scary demon, Abaddon. The only difference is that she is a Knight of Hell, and you’re not. You’ve never really clicked with anyone since going to Hell, but you did click with her. She never cared for other demons as her only goal was to overrun Crowley and become Queen of Hell, but you she cared for. There is something about you that taps into her emotions like no other.
You two became the dynamic duo, never going anywhere without the other. Whoever got in her way got in yours, and vice versa. There is nothing you two don’t do together, and that includes going to Earth to enjoy human things. You even traveled the world to see what you couldn’t when you were human.
The bar you two are in is lively with chatter, laughter, and all around good energy. You’ve been a demon for way too long, so you actually miss things like this. Abaddon is in one of her better moods which is why she agreed to something like this. The waiter just brought over your fourth round, and you take your glass to clink to hers.
“To us,” you grin.
“To us,” she smiles widely.
You down the shot, feeling no effect whatsoever. When done, you lean in and kiss her tenderly, glad to be by her side. It’s not every day that you can do this with her, so you’re cherishing each second until you have to go back to work. Your assignment: the Winchesters. But, more on that later.
“You know, I’ve never really understood Princes and Knights of Hell. Do you have wings?” you ask, staring at her in adoration.
“No, dear,” she chuckles. She cups your cheek with her right hand and rubs your cheekbone with her thumb. “That’s angels.”
You bite her thumb gently, and she pulls away with a smirk. She is about to suggest something else to do that’s way better than sitting in this dingy bar, but her phone rings. She’s still getting used to cell phones, but she answers it, nonetheless. You don’t know who is on the other line, but by the looks of her face, it’s not good news.
“What happened?” you ask once she hangs up.
“It’s those damn Winchesters… always getting in the way,” she growls. “They just won’t quit.”
You get an idea, suddenly, you and just smirk at the thought of it.
“You know, I used to work with them when I was human. Apparently, we worked pretty well together. I can make them stop… for good.”
“How?” she asks, intrigued.
All you can do is smile widely as the wicked thoughts enter your mind.
Sam and Dean have yet to find Abaddon and kill her before she takes over Hell and becomes Queen. They’re not getting any closer, and the Mark on Dean’s arm is itching for something more… powerful than mindless demons and monsters. Dean slams his bag on the library table with a frustrated huff.
“We’ll get her, Dean.”
“Yeah, when?”
Dean’s phone rings, and he stares at the strange yet familiar name. It takes a few seconds, but it clicks in his mind that it’s you… after all this time.
“It’s Y/N,” Dean gasps.
“She’s alive?” Sam asks, just as shocked.
Dean answers the phone and puts you on speakerphone so that Sam can hear.
“Y/N? Is that you?”
“Hi Dean. Long time no… talk,” you chuckle, keeping up the innocent facade they know you to have,
“Where the hell have you been? We thought you were missing or dead!”
“I’ve actually never felt better. I needed time for myself, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was going away.”
“It’s been years, Y/N. That’s a little long for just ‘going away’. Where did you go?”
“Doesn’t matter. What matters is that I know how to find Abaddon,” you grin and wink at Abaddon herself.
“What did you just say?”
“I heard down the chain of command you’re looking for her. She’s not far from where you are, actually. We can sit here and talk about how I know where she is and all that or you can come meet me and help me trap her. I heard you have the Mark which means you have the First Blade… you can kill her.”
“Where are you?”
“Believe it or not, Wichita, Kansas. She’s always been close just watching you. It’s why you can never find her.”
“Alright, we’re on our way.”
“Okay, drive safe,” you say sweetly.
As soon as you hang up the phone, you lose the sweet facade and give Abaddon a smirk.
“You want them to stop following you? You have to take out Sam first. Dean will be so hell bent on getting revenge, and that’s when we can use the Mark against him.”
“You’re so bad,” she grins and pulls you in by the waist.
“I know,” you chuckle.
You meet her halfway and kiss her, excited to use your skills on your old life… flushing out whatever good that used to be inside you.
Sam and Dean make it to Wichita in less than two hours, meeting you at the local bar. You told Abaddon to hide and wait for your signal. You dressed how you used to so that the brothers wouldn't suspect anything was wrong. If you want them to trust you after being gone for so long, then you really have to act the part.
“Sam! Dean!” you gasp with a smile, rushing over to them in excitement.
“It’s been too long, Y/L/N,” Dean chuckles and gives you a hug.
You remember what it’s like being in these arms, but you want to know what it’s like to watch his blood spill over them. Sam is next, and you silently size him up. You may be a badass demon, but they have been doing this a long time. If you’re going to get rid of them, then you have to be smart about this.
“Is she still here?” Sam asks when you pull away from him.
“Yeah. On the outskirts of town. She’s been there all day. I don’t know what she’s waiting for, but better make our move now.”
“Wait, are you sure you’re good? You seem a little too eager.”
“Let’s just get her while we can. Then, I’ll tell you all about where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to. Spoiler alert, I think I’ve done every sex position there is.”
“Gross,” Sam shakes his head.
“Nice,” Dean says at the same time as his brother.
“Come on, we need to get going.”
You lead the Winchesters to the edge of town where an abandoned farm is. On that farm is a barn where Abaddon is hiding out. You gear up with the Winchesters when you notice the Mark on Dean’s arm.
“Does it hurt?” you ask, motioning to it.
“I try not to think about it.”
You and the brothers head inside quietly, guns drawn. There is no one in the barn, and it takes Dean two seconds to figure out that she isn’t here, or that something isn’t right.
“Where is she?”
“Right here,” Abaddon smirks, entering the barn from where you three came in.
Sam and Dean turn, and yours and Abaddon’s eyes turn black.
“So glad you could join us,” you chuckle darkly.
You raise your hands, and Sam and Dean go flying across the room into the back wall. They hit their heads on the tables, causing them to black out. You and Abaddon high-five each other before heading over to them.
“This is going to be so much fun…”
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Summary: Relationships between humans and angels are strictly forbidden, but you and Anael prove that there can be good--and love--between the two species.
wing fic (2020 and 2021) for @spnfluffbingo
secret identity for @spnfemslashbingo
Author’s Note: This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!
The best part about dating an angel is the adventures you get to take together. No modern human can say that they’ve been on top of the pyramids, or that they’ve flown above the clouds. You’ve been on these magical and crazy adventures with the love of your life, but you can never tell anyone. Humans know that angels exist, but there is a strict rule against humans and angels dating and falling in love. The only contact angels are allowed to have with humans is when they are looking over their shoulder and protecting them from the evils within this world.
Your angel started off as that until you started to notice her everywhere you go. She stood out from the rest of the crowd, always right behind you, never too far away. Most humans ignore their angel unless something tragic happens, but you’ve established you’re not like most humans. Instead of living your life the way it’s supposed to be lived, you thought it was a good idea to confront your angel and talk to her.
Anael was shocked you wanted something to do with her, but she didn’t turn you away. The rules stated that if a human isn’t in danger or putting themselves in danger, then there is no reason to talk to them or even let them know an angel is watching over them. However, Anael took one look at you and decided you were worth talking to.
If your friends and family knew what you’ve been doing, they would disown you. If Anael’s superiors knew what she did when she left Heaven, then she would for sure get punished for centuries to follow. It’s why you two only talk, hang out, and enjoy each other’s company in the comfort of your home. The more you spent time with her, the more you fell for her.
It’s not like you wanted it to happen, but you can’t choose who you fall in love with. It’s strange how much an angel understands you more than your own family and friends. For as long as you can remember, there has always been a hole inside your heart that was always too big to fill. Clearly, there was something missing, and you spend years trying to figure out the puzzle piece.
When you met Anael, the piece finally fell into place. You couldn’t let her go, and she refused to let you go.
It sucked you couldn’t tell your friends about your angel, what you two have been doing, and the fact that you’ve been growing closer to the point where your relationship takes a turn into Romanceville. You wanted to gush to your friends about your new girlfriend, but they would never understand. Anael wanted so badly to tell her friends about the amazing woman she met and how happy you make her feel, but she could never expose you like that.
So, you’re forced to keep your relationship a secret, but you honestly didn’t mind. As long as you have Anael by your side, you were okay with anything. Maybe one day you’d get to tell the world about your relationship, but today is not that day.
You and Anael sit on your couch, limbs tangled together, her fingers through your hair, and yours brushing against her wings. You’ve never seen what they look like since humans aren’t able to see them with the naked eye. You’ve touched them, got touched by them, smelled them, and even heard them, but you yearn to see them. You really want to know if they are as beautiful as they feel.
It’s the kind of night that you spend inside. It’s raining, the fire is going in the fireplace, and a movie is playing on your flat-screen TV. Your fingers dance against the soft feathers, touching and memorizing the feel of each one you come into contact with. It’s the perfect evening that requires no speaking whatsoever. There are no words that need to be said that describe how you feel in this exact moment—it’s all in how you handle her wings with care and delicacy.
“You know, I’ve never been to one of those,” you state.
There is a masquerade ball happening in the movie, and it looks like everyone is having a good time. You’ve always wanted to go to one of those and dress up and meet someone mysterious. Well, you’ve already met someone mysterious, but it would be nice to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a night.
“There’s an angel ball coming up. My bosses like to throw one just to celebrate all the good work we do, and because it’s on Earth, it’s why we wear masks. The bouncer is an angel so he doesn’t let in any humans despite them always trying to get in,” Anael laughs.
“But I’m human. There are rules against us dating.”
“I got that covered,” she smirks.
You’re not sure what Anael meant when she said, “I got that covered”. It could mean a lot of things, but your only instruction was that you go get ready and look sexy. You’ve decided to wear a deep red strapless dress that poofs out at the bottom. It’s more like Ariel’s pink dress from the Little Mermaid than anything, just deep red. The mask you’re wearing covers the top half of your face, is red lace, and there is a black feather on the right side sticking up. It’s sexy and beautiful, and you can’t wait to finally go out with your girlfriend.
You stand in front of your body mirror and look at yourself, rubbing your lips together to even out your lipstick. Anael enters the bedroom with a knife in her hand, and you turn to her in confusion. You’re shocked by how gorgeous she looks. She’s wearing a slim gold dress that goes down to her feet and a white mask that only covers half of her face in lace. Her hair is done in soft curls, and she pinned her left side to her head so that her right side is flowering on her own. However, with the knife in your hand, you’re distracted in the worst way.
“What are you doing with that knife?” you ask.
“You look so beautiful,” she grins.
“So do you. What’s going on?”
“I’m doing the only thing I know will guarantee your safety. I’m giving you some of my grace.”
“What? Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Not the amount I’m giving you. It’s only going to be in your system for a few hours. Long enough for us to have fun at the ball and make it home in time. The other angels won’t see past the grace and will believe you’re an angel.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She takes out a small vial and cuts her throat so that a white light shines through. Her grace flows out of her and into the vial, filling it up quickly. Once there is enough, she runs a finger over the wound and it closes. The grace shines brightly in the vial, mesmerizing you. It sparkles in the light, but you don’t have time to dwell on it for too long.
“Open your mouth.”
You do as you’re told, and the grace flows out of the vial and into you. To say that it feels weird is an understatement. You feel like you can do anything with the grace that runs through your veins. Your whole body is consumed by it, and you can see things you’ve never seen before. A film covers your eyes, and Anael’s wings come into view.
They are big and beautiful, almost as tall as your ceiling. The feathers flutter and dance when they know they’re being watched, and you can’t help but smile. You want to cry but you don’t want to ruin your makeup.
“Your wings are so pretty,” you gasp.
“They're a pain in the ass,” she laughs. “Now, the grace will only last a few hours, so we have to go now.”
The ball is all the way downtown, but that’s no problem for an angel. Just to assure herself that no time will be wasted, she teleports you and her to the alley behind the place just to get there faster. You two head to the front where the angelic bouncer is. You’re nervous as hell, but you stay silent as to not ruin this. The bouncer looks at Anael and then at you, eyeing you suspiciously.
“Is there a problem?” she asks with a sweet smile.
He takes a few pauses before answering.
“No. Have a good time, ladies.”
He lets you in, and only until you’re out of his sight do you giggle in relief. The party is in full effect, and there are angels everywhere. There are tables of food scattered around, but you thought angels didn’t have to eat. Anael eats with you only so you don’t feel left out, but you know she doesn’t particularly enjoy it.
There are a group of female angels huddled by the corner and when they see Anael, they squeal and greet her with hugs and smiles. Anael seems so happy to see her friends, but the sight only makes you feel guilty. She can’t hang with her friends when you’re around, but you can hang with yours when she’s around. It’s not fair, and you don’t know how to make it better for her.
“Hey! Ladies, this is Y/N… my girlfriend,” Anael introduces you.
“Girlfriend?? Why have you been hiding her?”
The girls mutter excitedly to each other before turning to face you.
“We’re Anna, Mabel, and Sabrina. How long have you two been together?” Anna asks.
“About a year now,” you smile brightly.
Anael seems happy with her friends, so you decided to explore on your own so she can catch up with them. You’re starving, so you head over to one of the tables to grab something to eat. They have everything you can think of, and one of your favorite snacks is just sitting there begging you to take a bite. You do, and just about everyone in the room stops and stares at you.
Anael rushes over to you and grabs your hand, smiling sweetly at you.
“Angels don’t eat, sweetheart.” There is evidence left on your face from the food you were just eating, and she wipes it away with her thumb. “Come on. I’ll get you something to eat when we’re done. Right now, I want to dance with you.”
“Okay, sorry,” you chuckle and finish swallowing.
She takes you to the middle of the dance floor and pulls you close. Her hands go to your waist and yours wrap around her neck. Being here with her is magical, and you couldn’t have been more happier than in this moment.
“I love you so much,” you grin.
“I love you.”
She leans in and kisses you slowly, moving her lips in time with yours. It’s said that when angels are happy, their grace glows brightly for all to see.
Right now, you and Anael light up the entire dance floor, content with being in each other’s arms.
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“I can’t believe you talked me into doing this,” Jo whimpers, holding into her seat tightly.
For someone who fights deadly monsters and has had her life on the line because of them multiple times, you’re shocked she’s scared of a silly little ride—the Tower of Terror. It’s one of your favorite rides in Disneyland, and because you had a hunt not far from here, you had to spend a day in the park just to go on this ride. Bring on this ride gives you the thrill that comes with hunting but without the fear of death.
“Jo, it’s going to be okay. I promise,” you say and grab her hand.
“This isn’t natural. Our bodies aren’t meant for this kind of stress.”
“Jo, I wouldn’t let anything hurt you. You know this. It’s like when a plane lands and you feel your stomach drop. Only it’s a little more intense. I’m right here. Just think about us.”
You kiss the back of her hand as soon as you get to the top of the tower. You feel bad for putting her through this, but you hope she realizes that it’s not that bad. She knows you’d do nothing to put her in harm's way, even if it means being on this ride.
