Annie

Pairing:  Demon!Dean x Reader (Female)

Summary:  After the reader has a failed one night stand, Demon!Dean decides to help her get off.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT, Dirty talk, fingering, squirting, oral sex (both receiving), use of a vibrator (used on female.), using a condom. Like really dirty y’all.

A/N: This is for the ever so beautiful and lovely @evansrogerskitten Ash’s Hottest Dean Challenge, and I was given the quote “Well, let’s not argue about good sex.” paired with the gif down below! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope y’all enjoy it!

(Gifs are not mine)

Pairing:  Dom!Sam x Sub!Reader (Female)

Summary:   Sam and the Reader have been dancing around a kink they both share, so the reader pisses him off to see that side of him again.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Dirty talk, Language (probably say the f word like 200 times.) LOTS OF SMUT, OH MY CHUCK! Like a dom/sub relationship, fingering, oral (male receiving), sex, Angry!Sam. LIKE THIS IS SO DIRTY LOOK AWAY.

A/N: This is soooooo dirty. I was given a prompt and I don’t even know where I went with it. I’m so sorry. ANYWAY, this is for @kas-not-cas 2.5K Dialogue Challenge, and my prompt was: “Oh so you think I’m cute when I get angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to get gorgeous!” 

A/N 2: ALSO BIG BIG BIG SHOUT OUT TO MY BETA @highonpastries without her encouragement I honestly would never have posted this work of trash, so make sure you send her love!

(GIFs are not mine!)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and Reader are working a vampire case. When Dean decides to go in alone, things go a little differently than planned.

Word Count: 5204

Warnings: Swearing. Because I’m a fucking lady. Vampire gore and killing. Being tied up. Smut. Again, lady. Fingering. P in V sex. 

A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats 2k Follower Challange. My prompt was “Wanna try that again like you mean it?”, which is bolded in the fic. Beta’d by the ever lovely @wheresthekillswitch. Thanks for helping me make what I had even better! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

Tags at the bottom. If you want added/removed, let me know!

“Dammit, Dean, answer your phone.” You’re starting to get worried now.

This is the fourth time you’ve called him, and when his voice comes over the line telling you to leave a message, it’s the fourth time you’ve had to swallow down the fear so it doesn’t come through in your voice. “You were supposed to just watch him, Winchester. If you’ve gotten yourself into trouble again, so help me God, you’re going to pay.”

You end the call, tapping your phone against your palm as you try to think. You suck a breath in through your nose, hold it for 5 seconds, then release it. You need to clear your head, figure out your next step. He’s got the Impala, of course, so if you plan on finding the him you’re going to have to borrow a car for a bit. You grab your leather jacket off the chair back, swinging it over your shoulders, shoving your hands through the sleeves as you grab your room key and head for the door. You check your phone one more time before sliding it into your pocket, shutting the door behind you as you scan the parking lot of the motel, eyes squinted to the bright mid-day sun.

There aren’t many cars parked in the poorly paved lot, and the ones that are there aren’t ones you want to trouble yourself with. You jog over to the diner across the street, eyes hopping from one car to the next until you spot a nondescript compact sitting in the back row. Yahtzee.

It’s old enough you shouldn’t have to worry about a security system but still looks like it should get you where you’re going without worrying that it’s going to break down. You walk to the car with purpose, looking for all the world like you own it. You slow as you near, hand automatically reaching out to try the handle. It always amazes you how many people just leave their vehicles unlocked in these small towns. You curl your fingers under the handle and give a tug, and sure enough, the door opens right up. With a smirk, you slide in to hotwire it and get your ass moving.

word count: 1586 warnings: none (well this is a first)

It has slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.  He’d said it like it was the simplest, carefree thing in the world.  To him, maybe it was.  Because for him he’d known for years.

But for you, the three words shook your whole world.  Having known for a whole forty five seconds, and barely knowing what to do with this new information.

It was just one of those good days, great days.  The kind where Barry feels proud enough of himself to text you, and you feel proud enough of him to celebrate.  So you’d told him to swing by your apartment with a couple of coffees.  He did in a matter of seconds.

All you’d done was congratulate him, tell him the city would be in shambles without him.  But something about the little giggle you have and the beautiful smile you wore, just pushed him to add those three words that had harbored in his head to come out.  “Awe y/n thanks I love you” He’d even gotten a hug in before realizing what he’d said.

“Are-are you gonna say something?” He mumbled, and you just blinked.  

“I don't…. I don’t know what to say, Barry” You whispered back.

If she loved you back she would’ve said it and now you’ve not only ruined the relationship you had with your best friend, you’ve also made a complete fool of yourself.  Nice going, Allen.

“Look I’m just going to go home” Barry grabbed his jacket off of the couch and headed towards the door.  “Call me.. or-or don’t that’s okay” He said, reaching for the handle.

“No, Barry-” You walked quickly over to him, and he’d immediately turned around.  He stared down at you intently, but somehow his eyes seemed soft.  You took in a deep breath, fingers wringing together anxiously.

“Look, y/n if you want let’s just forget it happened, okay?” Your brows furrowed and you licked your lips.

“Will you close your eyes?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.  He looked confused for a moment, but he did as you asked, shutting his eyes and standing there silently.  You stepped forward, glancing from his shut eyes to his lips.  Pink, and slightly parted.  You took another step, placing a timid hand on his chest, the other sliding up against his cheek.  He couldn’t help but lean more into your warm palm, making you smile, sure of your next action.

You had to stand on your tippy toes in order for your lips to meet his properly.  Your eyes slipped shut in peace, while Barry’s opened, staring at you as you kissed him.  His hands landed around your waist, pulling you against his chest.  You smiled against him, and broke the kiss, mouth agape at him when you saw his opened eyes.

“I told you closed eyes” You scolded but couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

“What was that for?” Barry asked, and you wrapped your arms behind his neck, fingers running through hair just lightly at the base of his neck.

“I love you too” You told him quietly, eyes flickering between his.  A smile broke on his lips.

“You do?” You nodded, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth nervously.

“Yeah, I do” You whispered.  “A lot” A small chuckle left his throat as he pushed your hair back behind your ear.

“Well that’s something I can work with” Barry said, pulling you gently back up towards him, and kissing you deeply and passionately.  You eagerly responded, moving your lips against him in sync.  Your tongue grazed over the seam of his lips, and before you knew it he’d slowed down his world, speeding to spin you around and lift you up, your back against the door and your legs around his waist.  Both of his hands cupped around your face as he continued to pepper soft and loving kisses against your lips.

“We should go somewhere else” You said, looking at him seriously.  Barry nodded, and in a blink he had you carried to your room, setting you down so you sat on the end of the bed.  You looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips as you peered up through your eyelashes.  Barry’s heart raced again as he stared at you.  “What?” You murmured, and he leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“It’s just been a long time since I first thought about this, well, when I realized I was in love with you” He told you, making you blush and giggle quietly.  You kissed him again before he could completely pull away.  “But I don’t wanna move to fast and ruin everything” You laughed again.

“The Flash doesn’t want to go too fast? Oh the irony” Barry chuckled and rolled his eyes.  “Come here” You said, scooting back on the bed.  He watched, wondering what you were doing.  “Come on, I don’t bite” You told him in a softer tone.  He kicked off his shoes, and crawled up next to you.  You smiled at him, pulling up the covers over you both, and then pushing on his chest slightly.  “Lay down” You told him, and he listened, laying back on one of your pillows.

“I’ll be sad if you murder me” You laughed quietly.

“You’d be sad? Not revenge seeking?” He shook his head.

“I’d feel betrayed” You giggled again, pecking his cheek.

“I’m not gonna kill you Barry” You said, laying your head on his shoulder.  He turned his head and smiled at you, his arm coming over you.

“Look if all you wanted was cuddles you could’ve just asked” You smiled, closing your eyes for a second so you could bask in the moment.  You felt his hand begin to rub circles into your back, and he pulled you closer to your body was pressed against his.

“How long?” You murmured, and he knew instantly what you were referring to.

“Freshman year, when you got detention for beating up Tony Woodword because he picked on me for my Dad” Barry sighed.  You opened your eyes, a bright smile on your lips.

“I did give him a good beating, didn’t I?” You said, making him smile.  “But it’s nothing compared to what you’d done to him.  Mr sonic boom” He chuckled and shook his head.

“That’s different, I had to do that so he wouldn’t kill you or anyone else.  You did it purely because you cared about me and didn’t want me to get hurt” You smild sadly.

“You didn’t want me to get hurt when we were in the school that night” You argued back.  He sighed, knowing he’d never win against you.  He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, both of his arms enveloping you.  “I… I realized senior year” You told him hesitantly.

“Yeah? And what chivalrous thing had I done?” Barry asked with a goofy smile.

“Something you didn’t want me to know you did” You told him, and his smile fell slightly.  “And I know you lied about it and I was gonna confront you about it but I figured it was best to keep my mouth shut and be thankful you didn’t get yourself killed”

“I picked a fight with Ryan Andrews” He admitted, and you nodded.  Barry never broke eye contact.  “When you told me what… he hit you y/n you had a bruised cheek for a week I-I had to do something”

“Even when I told you to leave it alone because him and I were over” You said.  Barry licked at his lips nervously.  “You broke your wrist, that’s worse than a little bruise-”

“No, no don’t say that” Barry cut you off.  “He was your boyfriend, he was supposed to take care of you and cherish you not hit you over..over the littlest of things” He said.  You quietened.  “y/n by then I’d already fallen for you but I didn’t go to his house that night because of that I went because that was the right thing to do” Tears began to well in your eyes.

“Then why’d you tell me you fell out of your tree?” Your voice cracked.  “Do you know how scared I was? I knew instantly… I knew you’d gone to him for a fight or- or something I don’t know I just knew he was the one that did it-”

“Your safety was worth it” Barry said, knuckles grazing over your cheek.  “He never touched you again, I did what I had to” You blinked, feeling an unbelievable amount of love for this young man in front of you.  “I think it worked too”

“You, are such an adorable idiot” You said quietly, and scooted over, pushing him onto his back so you could set your head on his chest.

“I think I’m gonna take that as a compliment” He said, and you hummed tiredly.

“You should stay here tonight, adorable idiot” His brow furrowed.

“So it’s just my name now?” You nodded.

“Change your usernames” You said, making him laugh again.  “I’m better at the pet name thing than most people”

“Clearly” He muttered.  “You must be hanging out with Cisco too much”

“Well what else am I gonna do while you’re out saving the world?” You said, already drifting to sleep.  “I’m tired Bear” You said through a yawn, again making him laugh quietly.

“Okay okay sleepyhead, go to sleep” He said, tightening his hold around you.

“G’night I love you”

“Love you too”

my first imagine on this blog! yay!

A/N: this is long overdue and I honestly really don’t want to write right now, so this is probably not my best work… but that’s why I edit my posts!

Also this will probably be a three part imagine because I’m lazy af and I’m currently having a serious brain fart that needs to be checked by a doctor.

Warnings: none

Tags: @jjlevin @aylinnmaslow @hitsugayarose @bubblylilomelissa @creativeheartgemini @my-dear-watson @abigailredgrave

Note: soulmate au

Masterlist

It had been four whole weeks since the horrendous cafe incident that had almost cost you your life.

Things hadn’t changed much in your daily routine, other than the fact that you had a fractured wrist from the forceful impact of the two glass doors that had hit you in the accident.

You now had a known face in Central City, considering it had been flashed across television screens all throughout the area. You had seen the attack many times; at work, at home, even at the local supermarket. 

It never changes; no matter how much you want it too. The doors burst open, you go flying, the man readies his blade, and bam, the Flash comes and saves the day.

But that’s all the broadcasts show. They don’t go into detail about what happened after the criminal was caught–

**Updated 3/27/2018**

Stranger Things Imagines

~I’m Your Idiot (Steve Harrington)-  Y/N wasn’t planning on introducing Steve to her parents, but he had a plan of his own.

~When He Sees Me (Steve Harrington)-  Nancy decided that Steve and Y/N would be perfect together. The only problem is that she was definitely not interested (or so she says).

The Flash (TV Show) Imagines

~Worried About You (Barry Allen/The Flash)- School and work have been keeping you occupied, and Barry has decided that it is his job to do something about it.

~I Think I Deserve A Re-Do (Barry Allen/The Flash)- After a really hard day, someone has to be there to pick the team back up, and maybe even bring them some holiday cheer.

Game of Thrones Imagines

~The Queen in the North (Robb Stark)-  Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed. {Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5}

~If I Could Tell Her (Jon Snow)- Y/N has been in a black mood, even after the Great War ended. Jon had made it his mission to remedy the situation.

Harry Styles Imagines

~When Time Flies-  Y/N hasn’t looked at the timer counting down on her wrist in a few days, but her soulmate was on their way.

The 100 Imagines

~The Flirt (Bellamy Blake)- Y/N is a huge flirt that somehow always manages to make Bellamy Blake blush.

Marvel Cinematic Universe Imagines

~What Outfit He Likes You To Wear (Tony Stark/Iron Man, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Thor, Clint Barton/Hawkeye, Bruce Banner/Hulk)

~A Little Convenient… (Peter Parker/Spiderman)-  Your best friend, Peter, has suddenly disappeared, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit suspicious.

~The Captain of the Mathletes (Peter Parker/ Spiderman)- Even though you have been in the same classes for years, you haven’t had the courage to talk to Peter Parker, captain of the Mathletes. 

~Falling For Him- Captain of the Mathletes pt. 2 (Peter Parker/Spiderman)- You are getting your big test back today, and Peter is there to catch you when you fall.

~Worth It (Peter Parker/Spiderman)-  You and Peter are training in the tower, and a new move puts you in a bit of a compromising position.

~Just a Tour (Peter Parker/Spiderman)- Since you are new to the tower, everyone insists that Peter Parker gives you a tour of your new home.

~Somebody Has Danny (Peter Parker/Spiderman)- Your little brother disappears, and the only person you can think to call is Peter. Luckily, he has a secret that is going to help.

~It Didn’t Go According to Plan (Peter Parker/Spiderman)-  It’s your boyfriend’s birthday, and you had planned the perfect day. But when you are dating a superhero, things don’t always work out.

~Snooping (Peter Parker/Spiderman)- You had always trusted him, but after three cancelled dates, a casual look around Peter’s room couldn’t hurt.

~ Movie Night (Peter Parker/Spiderman)- You and your best friend had a long-standing tradition of Friday movie Nights, but when Aunt May isn’t there, things start to change.

~Here to Help (Souldmate!Peter Parker/Spiderman)- AU where Y/N has the first words of her soulmate tattooed on her arm. “Don’t worry, I’m Spiderman. I’m here to help.” didn’t instill much confidence.

~Get Well Soon (Peter Parker/Spiderman)- Y/N gets sick during school one day, and has an interesting conversation with one Peter Parker in the school’s office.

~Are You Okay? (Peter Parker/Spiderman)- While cuddling after school one day, Y/N notices that Peter has acquired some new muscles, concerningly quickly.

~A Secret (Peter Parker/Spiderman)- Y/N is so used to lounging around in Peter’s apartment, she just wasn’t ready for Spiderman to tumble in through the window.

~The Ballerina (Steve Rogers/Captain America)- Y/N has always worked best with classical music in the background, but she wasn’t expecting someone to be reading over her shoulder.

~Hey There Soldier (Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier)- Y/N gets a bit tipsy one night, and is in close proximity to a certain super soldier with a very cool metal arm. 

~Russian Lullibies (Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier)- AU where you hear your soulmate’s singing voice in your ear. Y/N has never met her soulmate, but his voice has been lulling her to sleep for a while.

~Reports (Steve Rogers/ Captain America)- Y/N walked in on Steve humming something a bit odd when she came by to drop off the reports, the national anthem.

~Anachronism (Steve Rogers/Captain America)-  Y/N thought she had her life figured out, and then her soulmate walked through the doors. (AKA A soulmate au where you have the first words they say to you tattooed on your body somewhere.)

~~~Like a Fairytale Series

~Right this Way, Cinderella (Steve Rogers/Captain America x Cinderella!Reader)- AU where someone decides to throw Steve Rogers a birthday and someone else convinces Y/N to sneak out and attend.

~The Mystery Girl- Right This Way, Cinderella pt. 2 (Steve Rogers/Captain America x Cinderella!Reader)- Steve can’t stop thinking about the mysterious girl that slipped through his fingers at that masquerade birthday party.

~Have an Apple, Dear (Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x Snow White!Reader)- Y/N takes a mysterious apple from a stranger- not her best idea. 

~I Am Not a Damsel in Distress (Thor/Hercules x Megara!Reader)- Y/N thinks that she can handle herself, Thor has other ideas, and Loki certainly does.

DC Extended Universe Imagines

~Two Can Play at This Game (Barry Allen/The Flash)- Y/N always tries to hold everything in, but after a truly terrible day, she has to rant, and Barry just happens to be there.

~Well, You Took Your Time (Barry Allen/The Flash)- Y/N is kidnapped by someone that wants to get back at The Flash, yet she doesn’t even think that she knows the Flash.

~They Are For You (Ezra Miller)- Ezra is in and out of Y/N’s flower shop every other day, what she doesn’t realize is why he is buying so many bouquets.

~It Just Felt Right (Ezra Miller)- Y/N has always been under the impression that her best friend was uninterested in her, put this Christmas, that may change.

~Are You Jealous? (Barry Allen/The Flash)- Barry was late for an office Christmas party and a particularly pushy coworker does make for an interesting night. 

~Christmas Cuddles (Barry Allen/The Flash)-  Y/N has worked very hard to have a festive night with her boyfriend, and she isn’t about to let him ruin it…

Jurassic World Imagines

~Reunited (Zach Mitchell)- Y/N had told Zach to be careful before he left, and she can barely fathom the footage she’s seen on the news while she waits for her best friend to come home.

~I Don’t Know What I’d Do (Zach Mitchell)- Y/N gets on a plane to go and see her best friend after the attacks at the park.

X-Men Imagines

~Slow Down (Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver)- Y/N has a tendency to overwork herself, and Peter certainly is not okay with that.

Star Trek Imagines

~I Have Been Waiting All Night (Kirk)- Y/N owns the restaurant that Kirk brings all of his dates to, but tonight, he has shown up alone. 

~Impatient (Leonard McCoy/Bones)- Y/N is at the base, waiting anxiously for her boyfriend to come home to her. Not only has he been gone for months, but now she has to deal with his crew as well.

Star Wars Imagines

~Not So Bad Afterall (Cassian Andor)- The rebellion is having a Christmas Party, and Y/N is not about to waste that opportunity.

~He Promised (Cassian Andor)- Cassian had promised to come back to Y/N, but some promises just can’t be kept. Thankfully, he has his earpiece in and she can talk to him one last time.

~Hope (Cassian Andor)- (He Promised Pt. 2) Cassian died on Scarif, but the Force was miraculous, and it was definitely able to find a way to bring them together again.

Hamilton: An American Musical Imagines

~A Basket of Bread (Alexander Hamilton)- Y/N has seen a group of men in the square everyday, and she can’t help but think that they look like they could use a little something to eat, and maybe a helping hand.

~Dream Bigger (John Laurens)- Y/N is best friends with the hamilsquad, and they have been trying to get her to think outside of the Box for years. After walking her home one night, Laurens makes a pretty convincing argument.

~Blushing Like A Rose (Lafayette)-  Y/N is spending the holidays with the Schuyler’s and she knows that Eliza is going to meddle, no matter how many times that she insists she leave well enough alone.

~Amost Strangers (Lin-Manuel Miranda)-  Y/N is shocked when a customer comes in claiming to be a regular but she has never seen him before. Three days later, and she can’t help but think that he wasn’t lying.

~Nice To Meet You (Lin-Manuel Miranda)- Pride and Prejudice AU Y/N meets the particularly introverted Lin and just maybe gets the wrong idea.

~Call Me Thomas (Thomas Jefferson)- After the Schuyler sisters drag Y/N to their dinner party, she meets her souldmate, the archenemy of some of her best friends. Thomas Jefferson. {Part One} {Part Two} {Part Three} {Part Four} {Part Five}

Teen Wolf Imagines

~Uh Stiles? (Stiles Stilinski)- Stiles is very worried about Y/N’s safety, after all, she is a bit of a klutz.

~He Comes to See You on Opening Night (Stiles Stilinski)- Y/N is the lead in her school musical, and one person’s face in the audience makes all of the nerves disappear.

~You Have Flour on Your Face (Derek Hale)- Y/N decides that her new next door neighbor needs a bit of holiday cheer. After a while, he decides that she might be right.

~Just a Bit of Snow (Derek Hale) (You Have Flour on Your Face pt. 2)- Derek seems to be warming up to his next door neighbor, and Y/N seems to agree.

~Uh, Derek… (Young Derek Hale)- Y/N has been anxiously awaiting the return of her boyfriend, but she wasn’t expecting this version of him.

~Happy Birthday (Jackson Whittemore)- It’s Y/N’s birthday, and even though she wants to be happy, she can’t help but miss her best friend.

~I Think You Should Take A Break (Isaac Lahey)- Y/N’s boyfriend is worried that she is simply spending too much time on homework, and he has plans to change.

~The Girlfriends I See Them With (Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Liam Dunbar)

~You Have a Movie Night (Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Aiden Derek Hale, Peter Hale)

~The Outfit He Likes You In (Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale, Aiden)

~When You Are Upset (Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Liam Dunbar)

Criminal Minds Imagines

~Merry Christmas… I Guess (Dr. Spencer Reid)- Y/N has always supported her boyfriend, but she is missing him during the Christmas season, and she certainly wasn’t happy about having to visit him in the hospital.

~An Unconventional Office Christmas Party (Dr. Spencer Reid)-  A certain Dr. is going to be at the office Christmas party, and Y/N doesn’t know if her heart can take it.

Harry Potter Imagines

~Perhaps This Year Will Be Better (Neville Longbottom)- Y/N is staying at Hogwarts for the holidays, and so is Neville Longbottom. 

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Imagines

~Falling (Newt Scamander)- Newt was hesitant to show Y/N his case at first, but now he can’t imagine life without her. If only he had the courage to tell her.

~Something Worth Keeping (Newt Scamander)- Newt and Y/N are traveling to Egypt after catching wind of a Thunderbird in need of help. Even though they both have work to do, Y/N gets distracted by a certain magizoologist.

~You Know? (Newt Scamander)-  It isn’t often that Newt meets someone who knows about magical creatures, much less someone who wants to protect them. So when he meets Y/N, he can’t help but be impressed.

~The Star (Newt Scamander)- Y/N wanted to surprise Newt with a decorated tree, but getting the star on the top of the tree was proving to be a bit of a challenge.

~Sickly (Newt Scamander)- Y/N isn’t feeling well, and falls asleep in the case. Newt finds her in a… strange position, to say the least. He, of course, helps her along.

~A New Adventure (Newt Scamander)-   Queenie drags an awkward Y/N to the MACUSA Christmas Party, and she somehow ends up under the magical mistletoe with one Newt Scamander.

~Mating Call (Newt Scamander)- Y/N has a bad habit of wandering off, and Newt finds an… original solution to the problem.

~A Nice Ring (Newt Scamander)- BurlesqueDancer!Y/N meets an awkward Newt when he stumbles into her club one night.

~The Light of Day (Newt Scamander) A Nice Ring Pt. 2- Newt is back at the club, and this time, he asks Y/N out on a date.

5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

~Overprotective (Luke)- Y/N’s older sister has always been your biggest supporter, also making her the biggest judge of your new boyfriend.

~You Are Super Sick (Luke)- Y/N is down for the count, but Luke isn’t going to let her go through it alone.

~College AU (Calum)- After an awful day, Y/N doesn’t know if getting invited to a coffee shop is a blessing or a curse.

~College AU (Calum) (pt. 2)- Y/N is getting ready to attend Calum’s band’s show, and her nerves couldn’t be worse.

~The VMA’s (Luke, Calum, Michael, Ashton)

~Their Favorite Thing About You (Luke, Michael, Calum, Ashton)

~What You Wear to the Concert (Luke, Calum, Ashton, Michael)

~What You Do On His Day Off (Luke, Calum, Ashton, Michael)

Youtuber Imagines

~Can I Borrow a Pencil? (Phil Lester)- Y/N has been in love with the most forgetful boy in the world, and he just so happens to sit in front of her in math class.

~The  Outfit They Love on You (Jack Harries, Finn Harries, Dan Howell, Phil Lester, Alfie Deyes, Jim Chapman)

Alright, minions, the time has come for me to wrap things up and head out. Please, please behave while I’m gone. Requests are very welcome, just be sure everything you send in abides by the rules set on the “Guidelines” page. (If I get another stereotypical request about Disney or witch curses in my ask box I’m going to blow a gasket) Still, send in as many as you’d like! I’m in need of some Charlie Bradbury, Gabriel, and Kevin Tran, as per usual, but I’d happily accept Sam, Dean, Castiel, or Crowley. Fluff or smut, minions, but I usually lean more towards fluff.

Right, so if you’re new to the army (welcome, by the way), you may not know what exactly this post is. It’s pretty easy to imply, but I’ll still walk you through everything. This post is the mobilized version of the “Masterlist” page for all those unfortunate enough to be viewing my writing on their mobile devices. We pray constantly for your deliverance to a laptop. Stay strong, mobile minions. Anyways, you’ll find links to every piece of writing I’ve posted to this blog listed below by character, genre, and in chronological order with the most recent work first. Everything continued or part of a continued story line is listed on this page in groups of collective stories, and can also be found on the “The Story Continues…” page with additional details such as a brief summary of each installment and the story as a whole, genre sorting (be it fluff or smut), as well as the links listed on this page. Links should open to a new page, so don’t worry about losing your place on your dashboard. Anything you want to read can be found directly below. Be free, my minions. It’s all down there waiting for you.

SAM

Fluff

- “Off The Beaten Path” - “Phoenix From The Ashes” - “Eavesdropping” - “Damaged Goods” - “The Pit” - “A Miracle” - “Groceries” - “Use Your Words” - “Can’t Bail On Tradition” - “Preference; Keeping Warm” - “Perfect Length” - “Demon Spawn” - “Ink And Amulet” - “It Suits You” - “Gone But Not Forgotten” - “Tutor” - “A Mutual Confession” - “Ransom” - “Preference; You’re Pregnant (Sister vs Daughter)” - “Driving Miss Daisy” - “Well, This Is Awkward” - “Underwater” - “Abandon All Hope” -“Choose” - “Control” - “She’s Taken” - “You Have No Idea” - “Don’t Judge A Book” - “Save Me”- “Can’t Have Both” - “Family Don’t End With Blood” - “These Boys…”  - “Sam”

Smut

- “A Welcome Distraction” - “Silence In The Shadows” - “Wiggle Room” - “Here’s To Forever”

DEAN

Continued Imagines: 9 (“Angel Radio” -/-“A New Look” - “A New Approach” -/-“Gone Without A Trace” - “Marco, Polo” -/- “Best Kind Of Liar” - “Little Blue Lines” - “Better Late Than Never” - “Home Delivery Services”)

Fluff

- “Phoenix From The Ashes” - “Meet The Parents” - “One Foot Over The Line” - “Uh… Mrs. Winchester?” - “Lover, Hunter, Doctor” - “Stay” - “Bubble Bath” - “Hopeless Romantic” - “Soap Suds”- “Preference; Keeping Warm” - “When, Not If” - “Different This Time” - “Heartache” - “Date Night” -“Us… Someday” - “Gone But Not Forgotten” - “Assisted Living” - “Just Studying” - “Preference; You’re Pregnant (Sister vs Daughter)” - “Honey, I’m Home” - “Broken Bottles” - “Well, This Is Awkward” -“Underwater” - “Responsibility” - “Choose” - “Preference; You’re On Your Period” - “Night Terror” -“Everything Will Be Okay” - “Waiting Up” - “Can’t Have Both” - “Doctor Doctor” - “These Boys…” - “Shortened Tempers” - “A Case Of Fetch” - “Stage Kiss” - “Handcuffs” - “Dean”

Smut

- “If The Tent’s A Rockin’” - “Losing You…” - “You’re Mine” - “The First Time”

CASTIEL

Continued Imagines: 6 (“At First Sight”- “You’re Growing On Me” -/- “In The Name Of The Father” - “Et Filii” -/- “Under The Spotlight” - “Lock And Key”)

Fluff

- “Phoenix From The Ashes” - “Nicotine” - “I’ll Be Seeing You” - “Prayer And Promise” - “When the Ball Drops” - “If I Had Lost You…” - “You’ll Be In My Arms” - “A Flirtation” - “Seven Minutes In Heaven” - “Under The Influence” - “Gone But Not Forgotten” - “Jump” - “Chains” - “A Heavenly Stranger” -“More Than You Can Chew” - “Bake Day” - “Stars” - “Shoulder To Cry On” - “Overprotective” - “Preference; You’re On Your Period” - “Keeping Company” - “Feeling Human” - “The Fall”

Smut

- “Like A Virgin”

CROWLEY

Continued Imagines: 5 (“Mr. Lonely” - “Forming Habits” - “Conflicting Emotions” -/- “Come Ten Years…” - “Just A Pinch”)

Fluff

- “Usurper” - “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” - “One Up” - “The Jester King” - “Prince Of Hell” - “Running With The Devil” - “A Proposition”

Smut

- “Torture Chamber”

GABRIEL

Fluff

- “Playing Doctor” - “Familiar Face” - “Too Good” - “Designated Flier”

ADAM MILLIGAN

Fluff

- “From The Fire” - “Breath By Breath” - “Where Have You Been?”

Smut

- “Roll Of Thunder”

KEVIN TRAN

Fluff

- “Overworked”

Smut

- “Walking On Eggshells”

CHARLIE BRADBURY

Smut

- “The Great And Powerful Oz”

JOHN WINCHESTER

Fluff

- “Watch Your Step”

GADREEL/EZEKIEL

Continued Imagines: 1 (“Parent Slash Guardian Angel”)

Summary: An Sam x reader a/b/o fic. The reader moves to a new town and changes careers, but those aren’t the only major life changes she’s faced with. (An AU where both Sam and the reader work at a high school.)

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting and claiming, smut

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: I had fun writing his one. Hope y’all enjoy it, too! Feedback appreciated!! XOXO

Summary: Anon asked: Could you do a follow up headcanon/Drabble about how Barry acts like when the reader is in labor sorry if it’s too much to ask It’s just my Barry feels are eating me alive

A Follow Up to my other Barry Allen head canons / drabbles : What is Barry Allen like after sex?  – What would Barry Allen be like as a husband?

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Word Count: 2200ish I couldn’t stop!

A/N: I haven’t had a kid so I don’t know how the actual experience goes. But this is downright fluff like it was so beautiful that I almost cried. BTW, I have decided that Barry Allen would call you babe or baby.

Tagging: @autoblocked @thinkwritexpress @cestladoulerexquise @yoursupernaturalsammygirl @talesoftheimpala

How typical that Barry Allen’s struggle with timing and punctuality would pass down to your unborn child. He, or she (you’ve kept it a surprise) chooses the absolute worst moment to send you into labor. 

Barry is dressed as The Flash and taking down a metahuman when your water breaks. You’re at home and Iris and Joe are with you when it happens. Joe freaks out, unsure if he should call Barry or Cisco first or maybe an ambulance. Iris is way calmer, having been preparing for this day with you just in case Barry isn’t around. 

She grabs the bag you’ve had sitting by the door for the last two weeks, because you’re due date was last Wednesday, and then ushers you out to Joe’s car. Joe and Iris drive you to the hospital while Iris calls Cisco. 

Cisco passes along the message to Barr. “Whoa, dude, your wife just went into labor.” He’s on speaker and so is Barry’s comm back at Star Labs. You can hear Barry’s reaction. 

Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1,279

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, language, I think that’s about it

Request: Cas pops in to talk to Y/N but he notices that she has conceived a baby. He’s confused and and poofs out , saying nothing, only to return later to congratulate Dean on being a father. Dean has no idea what he’s talking about & Cas explains. Funny & fluffy when Dean ends up telling Y/N she’s pregnant. Y/N is a little hesitant but is reassured when she sees how excited Dean is :) 

Title: Tell Me The Truth

Rating: K/T

Author: xmindclusterx

Imagine: You’ve been dating Barry for almost a year, but between all the secrets, late arrivals, and made up stories, you’ve had enough.

Word Count: 760

Note: This is only a one-shot.

Tenth installment of the Castiel imagine series “At First Sight,” (“At First Sight” - “You’re Growing On Me” - “Under His Wing”- “Wandering Thoughts” - “Warrior Of Heaven” -“When You Wake” - “The Ultimatum” - “A First Glimpse” - “A Flared Soul”) requested by loads, idea by anon! “For the 10th installment of the Castiel imagines, maybe you could do one where Castiel, trying to keep the reader safe while staying with her, tracked down Ansiel and is about to go to hunt him down, and the reader wants to come and help him because she’s scared for his safety but Cas won’t let her come with him to make sure she’s safe, so they have a little argument about it. They solve it, and Cas goes and hunts down Ansiel.” Just wondering, do you guys hate Ansiel as much as I hope you do? He’s gonna get worse. Hope you like it!

(All past and future installments can be found on the “The Story Continues…” page)

You were the last (well, technically you were the only member) of the pairing to wake, your eyelids fluttering open to the soft caress of Castiel’s wings as they pampered your exposed skin with celestial kisses. His feathers bent the artificial light from your bedside lamp about them like a dew-strung spiderweb, colours folding in on themselves, feathers absorbing their hue. Your bleary eyes took in the rainbows of unnameable colours, the delicate waltz of disturbed light lead by the shifting of quills above. You were unsure as to what had truly woken you; whether it was the heartbreaking purity of the song emanating from all around you, or the feathers bristling against each other as they attempted to inconspicuously extended themselves, stretching against a night of immobility. Perhaps it had been the twinkling lights this movement encouraged, or Castiel’s fingertips ghosting over your eyelids, admiring the peaceful silence of your slumber. You hardly cared for the reason, for your reality had gifted you a subject much more interesting than anything your subconscious could have constructed. Once you managed to wrench your gaze away from the painted ballet of his wings, you lifted your eyes to his. His eyes, so unnaturally alert for so early in the morning, melted when your lips tugged towards a smile. His finger traced along your brow, wings lilting with a patient excitement, feathers tittering like jingle bells, their crisp melody pulling you towards consciousness as Castiel’s fingertip smoothed along your cheekbone, next to your jaw, his lips mirroring your easy smile.

You craned your neck, intentions clear (if stiff from lack of movement), the angel’s palms fluidly finding your cheeks; it was as if there was never a motion more natural to either of you than the meeting of your lips. A gentle symphony of tentative, amorous twinklings accompanied your kiss, your lips smiling against his as your hand moved to cradle his face, to feel his skin while yours was still so sensitive from sleep, his wings fluttering in glee as your fingers tangled in his hair. The very scent of him, that mouthwatering aroma of honey and something warmer that radiated from his every cell with each beat of his heart, was drowning you. You pulled away, lest you were lost in the glory of his company, clearing your head with the severance of your kiss. The angel followed your lips blindly, as if in a trance, before his eyelids fluttered open, his cheeks glowing as he chuckled. When he finally lifted his face, his lips parted, eyes boring into your very soul, your world stopped turning. You were suddenly aware of a handful of happenings, switches clicking in your brain, alerting you of just how long this had all been going on in the background of your life, overwhelmed by the more absorbing qualities of your angel. Your pulse was synchronized to the gentle beating of his wings, and surely his own heartbeat. Your breathing flowed in time with his own. When he shifted, you mirrored him. You couldn’t be sure who was molding themselves to who, and in that realization, you found peace. You sighed, your eyes wandering to the mass of feathers sprouting from Castiel’s shoulder blades, following the arc of light, the gleam that seemed to hang from each individual feather tip, your head turning on Castiel’s shoulder as your followed the wave of light towards the ceiling, to the scorches that licked at the ivory paint. Your cheeks burned as you remembered the events that lead to this vandalism (as well as the events that occurred in the aftermath), your hand falling to rest against Castiel;s chest, his erratic heart pulsing with your own. You were right about the heartbeat, at least. You were practically the same entity at this point, though Castiel held a few perks you never could. His hand moved to cover yours, his fingers wrapping around your palm, spreading warmth through to your skin, cementing your hand over his heart, his eyes soft on yours.

“Good morning,” you mumbled, your voice crackling from your extended silence. Castiel beamed, his wings slowing in their shivers at the sound of your voice. You were both tranquilizer and steroid, it seemed. He laced his fingers with yours, still against his chest, his eyes shifting suddenly from your face to your bedroom doorway, a knock sounding but a moment later. He rose from the bed, feathers against your arm as you sat up, grazing against your exposed skin, shattering sparks through to your bone. The door opened slowly, Dean’s cautious face poking in through the sliver of space he had created, his form straightening when he was convinced he wouldn’t be interrupting anything… illicit. His hand jut out in an awkward wave, nodding his head in your direction before he relocated his focus, his eyes moving to Castiel.

“Cas, buddy, we’ve got Ansiel’s twenty,” he whispered, his gravelly voice barely scraping audibility, his fists clenched at his side. Ansiel… your angelic kidnapper, the man who’d had you locked in a cement cell, the one who’s delivered Castiel his ultimatum. Your eyes flickered to Castiel as his wings went immobile, their song cut off by the statement of knowledge, his jaw flexing in anger. His wings, when silent, usually held a frightened air about them, but this… this was very different. The silence was frightening. He was livid. Dean turned his attention to you, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his unfazed expression never ceasing to shock you, his attention to your face a constant reminder that not everyone could view the (now terrifying) majesty that filled the room. “Look, Y/n, if you want in, we have an angel blade waiting with your name on it. It’s kind of… you know, it’s a personal matter. We thought you might want to be the one to skewer the guy,” he offered, his mouth cringing in a forced smile, Ansiel’s actions against your life clearly rubbing him the wrong way. They were your the closest you had to family, and the fact that someone, an angel, no less, had attempted to end your existence was grating against his nerves. Before you could answer, the masses of feather beat backwards, narrowly missing your lamp, wingtips slicing the air beside your shoulder in a fury, their refracted prisms sullied by darkness, feathers clanging together like breaking swords. Dean, ignorant of this exchange, only noted the roll of Castiel’s shoulders, his green eyes locking on your face, taking in your fear, his eyes darting to pinpoint the exact location of his friend’s wings, scanning aimlessly through the air. In this moment, he was lucky not to see the angel’s hardware. Castiel’s knuckles were snow white and rigid as ice as his hands balled into aggravated fists, his body tensing in anger.

“Absolutely not. That is entirely out of the question,” he hissed, wings nudging you backwards, a gentle gesture despite the air of aggression filtering from his being with every breath, every pulse of the feathers. His wings beat once more, a metallic clamor piercing the stagnant air. “We cannot put her in danger, especially when Ansiel is involved. He wouldn’t hesitate to end her life. There would be no victory any other way,” he turned to you, his darkening demeanor brightening some, his eyes voicing his concerns just as well as his words. “You’ll stay here.” You gawked at his command, your brow knitting in disbelief. You straightened yourself, Dean’s eyes unsure where to land as the tension began to boil.

“Um, I don’t know if you remember, Cas, but I’m a hunter. This is what I do… and I can’t remember the last time a monster didn’t want me dead. It’s part of the job,” you spat, the frustrated lilt in your tone making you cringe. It was unnatural, fighting like this. “We’ve hunted together before. I’ve hunted without you without dying, Cas. I’ll be fine,” you assured, his wings bristling like a frightened feline, his head shaking a fraction of an inch, feathers held away from you, though they longed to skid across your skin. “Besides, I don’t think you should go either. He’s out for your blood just as much as he’s out for mine. Sam, Dean, and I have all killed angels before. We know how it works, and I don’t want anyone swinging blades around you.” He shivered, as if only just remembering your history with his kin, his wings now willingly straying from your figure, wary of your experience behind an angel blade (as if you would ever turn one on him), a natural instinct in the presence of hunters, you supposed. An angel thing as much as it was a… monster wasn’t the correct term, couldn’t be the correct term, but anything that wasn’t human would be stupid not to distance itself from your kind. Castiel shook his head, stepping towards you, wings plastered against his back like a second skin, feathers humming with indignant fervor. Dean shrunk back to either respect the air of privacy flowing about you or to distance himself from the light he had experienced just the night before.

“You’re not going, Y/n, you can’t. It’s too risky, even for a hunter. Sam and Dean need my assistance dealing with an angel as… ambitious as Ansiel. He’s unlike any other you, or they, have dealt with. Too human, but he wields the strength of Heaven. He’s a hunt- it’s difficult to explain, but if you were to challenge him, he. Would. Win.” Realizing he was no longer a prominent part of the conversation, Dean mumbled his farewell, ducking behind the door, the bolts sliding into place with a quiet clank, Castiel’s expression fading to concern. “Y/n, I’ve told you once before that to put you in harm’s way is excruciating. I was created to protect you. There is no other point to my existence. If you were to be… eliminated,” his voice cracked on the word, his eyes closing momentarily, his lips a thin line, “It would render my life meaningless. I cannot bear the thought of losing you, especially now. I’ve known that pain, and I won’t allow myself to feel it again.” He reached for your cheek, his wings unfurling behind him as his hand made contact, your face leaning into his touch, an instinct you couldn’t fight, even at your current level of exasperation, the scent of honey rolling from his form calming your agitated nerves. “Please understand why I’m acting this way. I love you too much to see you taken from this Earth.” You nodded into his skin, turning to press your lips into his palm. 

“This time, and this time only, Cas. You can’t keep me from my job. But… I get it. Just, be safe.” Castiel knelt atop the covers, wings creeping through the air to hover around you, their aura remaining dim, his lips pursed in contemplation. You knew he intended to fight, and nothing you could say or do would alter his decision. He understood that your blessing was reluctant. He understood how his commanding words had offended you. He understood, and yet… he could not retract his statements, couldn’t remain by your side. He had to fight. In his words, he was created to protect you. There was an immediate threat, and he would fight. He pulled your head to his shoulder, his arms wrapping around you, feather tips sighing against your spine, his embrace strangely stiff, your mind gnawing over the dangers he would soon face. If only you could stop the clock and melt away into this moment forever…

Ninth installment of the Castiel imagine series “At First Sight” (“At First Sight” - “You’re Growing On Me” - “Under His Wing”- “Wandering Thoughts” - “Warrior Of Heaven” - “When You Wake” - “The Ultimatum” - “A First Glimpse”), requested by a literal bucket of you, with plot ideas from the lovely spn-imagine! “Maybe the reader wakes up in her bed in the bunker to the sound of Castiel and the Winchesters talking outside of her bedroom door about how Cas cant stay away from here cuz he says she’s in danger with or without Cas so he rather be with her to protect her. Idk i hope this helps.” Hope you like it!

(All past and future installments can be found on the “The Story Continues…” page)

You were instantly aware of two distinctive sounds upon waking; one, the lullaby trill of Castiel’s wings, muffled by the wooden door separating your slumbering form from the liveliness of the bunker beyond your bedroom’s confines, the other being the hushed conversation of the angered Winchester brothers with the angel in question. Your mind clarified slowly, like the first blossoms of spring batting a hardened shell of frost to open towards the warmth of the sun. The wing song you’d gone so long without hearing echoed within your mind, diluted as if heard from underwater, the delectable noise of silvery bells pulling you from your dreams with ease, your ears perking up at the whispered argument unfolding beyond the wall. Your eyes shot to the threshold, the tired beam of yellow light from the library’s lamps disturbed by two columns of shadow, the murky obstructions moving with the tinkling of Castiel’s hardware, his footfall a mere whisper against the wooden flooring. A slam, shock absorbed by pages, no doubt, erupted as a book was thrown onto the library’s table, frustrated rage fueling the attack, louder footsteps approaching the guard standing vigilant outside of your door, the tips of his wings scratching against the walls with a musical clumsiness unavoidable in so small a space. Quills dragged against the grain of the wood, splaying themselves outward like a shield. Your ears followed their unseen movements, your mind connecting the formation with an oncoming threat. Castiel was in for quite the chewing-out from your adopted brothers.

“No, Cas, you can’t. It’s out of the question. You wanna tell us that after all that crap you dumped on her plate, you want to stay? After you left? No dice.” Dean’s voice was a violent storm of a hiss, promising of tempests the likes of which the angel had never witnessed. His voice struggled audibly against the undying urge to raise in volume, their assumption of your state of consciousness keeping their voices docked to a furious whisper. Castiel’s wings ruffled, uncomfortable under fire, their song agitated as their owner replied, his breathy whisper painted with his sincerity. The adoration was obvious in his tone. God, how you’d missed that sound, how your heart raced to hear the tenor of his voice after so long…

“You saw what they did to her, Dean, even after I tore myself from her side. They hunted her while she was with me, and they hunted her after I erased myself from her life. They will continue their hunt, Dean, regardless of you or me or anyone. With or without my presence, she has become a target. By affiliating myself with her, I’ve put her in danger. The closer I am, the easier it will be to shield her from harm. I couldn’t see that before,” he mumbled, the sound of his voice bringing the hairs on your arm to attention, your hands gripping the sheets, wrists screaming in remembered agony, your eyes staring down at the long-fingered ink stains left behind by your demonic encounter. The equally grotesque reminders of your experience with Castiel’s more orthodox kin were just now beginning to fade from sight, providing a faded canvas for your more recent injuries to paint over. Castiel’s wings seemed to lilt at your wince as your fingertips trailed along splotches of pain, your emotions transferred through the darkness, your soul relaying your discomfort to him. The doorknob twitched, metal flinching as he laid a tentative hand on the entrance. Sam’s grunt of disapproval halted your angel’s actions before the door could be opened. The wings you so longed to feel between your fingers returned to their protective stance, feathers hushing against your door.

“Sure, Cas, everything’s fine until you have to jet off. What then? Are you going to make her forget again? Cast a spell, toss her in some random-ass hospital battered beyond recognition? We can’t keep picking up your broken toys, Cas!” He docked his volume again, inhaling deeply to calm himself. “Look, I’m all for her safety, Cas, you know I am. Y/n means the world to me, to both of us. But that… that was too much. The poor kid’s been wandering around with fake memories and migraines whenever she so much as sees a book out of place. We’re running around covering your tracks, but we can’t erase you, Cas. You can’t just opt-out of her life. You’re everywhere, and she noticed. She was chewing Tylenol like Trident. So don’t do this, don’t stay, unless you’re absolutely sure you’re here for good. I won’t let you walk if you hurt her again. I’ve killed for her too many times to count. Don’t think you’re exempt. In or out, buddy, you’ve got to choose.” Dean replied, his hands falling to strike the denim at his thighs. The wings went silent, your heartbeat faltering as the tension in the air shivered. Castiel’s hand dropped from the doorknob, his feet progressing towards the other voices, the air practically vibrating with power. A high pitched ringing rang throughout the cavernous bunker, light emanating from beneath the doorway as Castiel’s temper took over his composure.

“You cannot possibly blame me for leaving her, Dean, not after what they’d done to her. You didn’t see…” he paused, emotion choking his stern response to silence. He cleared his throat, continuing his defense. “You cannot imagine what they had done to her. I healed what I could when I sent her to you, and still you were shocked at the extent of her injuries.” He paused allowing the brothers to digest this new information. Surely, if they had known, they would never have confronted the angel. “Do not reprimand me for attempting to save her life. I was given three choices, two of which resulted in her death. You would have done the same. Erasing her memory was the lesser evil. I did hat I could to protect her, but even after all I’d done, she was a flare. Every shade of the spectrum, of Heaven or Hell, wanted her dead regardless of her recollection. Deserting her was the most painful action I have ever taken. I would not willingly do so again. If you force me away, Dean, you force the hand of every executioner calling for her blood.” His footsteps returned to the door, his hand turning the handle. “You should be focusing on finding Ansiel’s location. There are greater evils in the world than me.” The light died down, the brothers silenced by Castiel’s speech, the ear-splitting toll of cathedral bells fading to the shimmering swells of song. The hinges groaned as the wooden entrance swung open, his eyes focusing on your form in the dark, the brothers staggering backward in his wake.

He walked to your side, his wings molding themselves like liquid to the door frame before expanding within the bedroom, feather strokes matching the charcoal smudges on the ceiling, his eyes lifting to the markings he’d made. His cheeks glowed a soft rose at the memory, heat radiating from his body, carrying the delicate scents of him on waves of warmth. With a roll of his shoulders and a gust of air created by the tremor running through his feathers, the door was thrown closed behind him, his wings sighing as they stretched for you. You wriggled beneath the covers, your body sore and slow, every movement a tedious, excruciating ordeal. Your body was anxious to feel the touch of his hand, his warmth, of anything after being deprived for so long a period of time. His wings refracted the limited light in your darkened bedroom, bending the shadows about him like a cloak, a thin veil of luminosity mingling among the ebony of the artificial night, the masses of feathers moving like a canopy, shrouding your figure as his arms wound around you. His palms were glowing before his body met yours, his hands moving to ghost over your attacker’s fingerprints, the familiar healing hue bursting over your injured flesh. His wings sighed as his breath left his lungs, his exhale disturbing your hair, his face glowing in the light he had summoned. You melted into his chest, your eyes glued to the prisms shattering over the fabric of his trench coat, small diamonds traveling across the cloth as his wrists bent, his fingers gracing each minor wound, every scrape, his hold on you never decreasing in strength or fervor. When he had finished mending your wounds, his hands went still, intertwining with your fingers, holding your hands suspended between your chests. His head raised, eyes drawing yours from his work to meet his stare, sapphires molten with passion, concern, and relief.

Surprisingly, there was no need for conversation. His eyes spoke a thousand phrases, including the apologies he need not offer. His wings shuddered above you, feathers brushing against your cheekbone, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake, his hand soon following suit, a human gesture replacing the otherworldly elegance he so easily possessed, adding a sense of affection more potent than the touch of his celestial extensions. It was… strikingly simple, these encounters, the pad of his thumb sweeping down from your cheek to your chin, pulling your face closer to his, his eyes flickering closed as his lips met yours, serenity blossoming behind your eyelids. The air shimmered against you with peace and bliss as Castiel’s lips pulled against yours, wings sighing sweet melodies as you twined together. His kiss was tender, sweet, and slow, tasting of a joy he had lived without for too long, his vibrancy returning in waves, the withered form he had taken without you swelling back to his former brilliance. His tongue swept over your lower lip, his hand moving from your chin to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer still, your head tilting as his kiss deepened. This was an angel testing the limits of his vessel. There was no restraint, no shield between you now. You were, in a way, experiencing Castiel for the first time. Your tongue stroked against his, braver now that you’d known loneliness, the affectionate trill of his wings masking the suctioning sounds of your lips as you separated, his forehead bending to rest against yours, his hands trailing to your torso. You smiled, warmth flooding to your cheeks, likely painting them a far more violent shade of rose than Castiel had exhibited, your fingers reaching into the canopy of feathers that had swaddled you. Castiel’s chest rose at the delectable contact, staring down at you in what could only be described as unadulterated relief, his skin speckled with borrowed light as his feathers shattered the darkness like crystals. It was a pure light, a colourless light, the simplest form of his wings you had ever seen. And he was beautiful.

“I take it you’re in, then?” you breathed, his lashes brushing against your brow, his lips turning upward at the sound of your voice. He smiled, ducking his face to your hair, his feathers tracing the formerly sore ridges of your spine as he chuckled, his hands squeezing around your waist, a simple pulse, sending thrills to your toes. He nodded, wordless at first, shifting so as to support you as he laid himself down, taking you with him, your head resting against his chest, wings forming a shimmering sky above, locking the source of their warmth beside you in the most brilliant cage to ever exist. His arms secured you to his side, your fingers tracing what little Enochian you had picked up from his mindless scribbling onto his abdomen, your touch light as air, his breath stirring your hair, cooling your skin. His hands traced down your back, holding you firmly to his chest. He inhaled slowly, seeming to relish the last of the silence before tainting it with his voice.

Eighth installment of the Castiel imagine series “At First Sight,” requested by a ton of you who are EXTREMELY angry about the last installment’s ending. I suggest reading the other installments (“At First Sight” - “You’re Growing On Me” - “Under His Wing” - “Wandering Thoughts” - “Warrior Of Heaven” - “When You Wake” - “The Ultimatum”) before proceeding here so as not to concuss yourself out of sheer confusion. This has been edited for reposting, just to add some detail. Hope you like it!

Your thoughts were jumbled  by what little medicine remained in your system as you attempted to focus on the seemingly simple task of moving each foot, progressing forward at an annoyingly slow pace. Every few steps would be a stumble, followed bu Sam’s agitated whisper wondering aloud if you really were fit to leave, his worries grating against your eardrums. His once melodic, charming voice was now a rough, calloused sound, and for some strange reason, you couldn’t place it to your irritation for how ragged his voice was. It wasn’t your aggravation that altered his speech. Your feet shuffled along as your human cane guided you out of the hospital’s sliding glass doors, the familiar sight of Dean leaning up against his Impala striking you through with confusion. Were you mistaken in your memories of the crash? If not that, had the doctor been mistaken when he told you you’d been driving when the tuck hydroplaned into you? The sleek exterior of the beloved car was unscathed, unscratched, and the glass was intact… Hell, there were hardly any fingerprints on the thing. Dean propelled himself forward, his body lurching away from the vehicle as he opened the back door for Sam to shuffle you into the car, your body molding into the flawless leather upholstery, seats that had been shredded and crushed by the force of impact so perfectly restored so quickly. Two doors slammed, the interior rocking from the newly accommodated weight of the brothers, the engine roaring to life without fuss. Huh. You could’ve sworn the doctor mentioned being hit somewhere that’d cause a problem with that growling engine. Sam’s passenger side window was unbroken, the door unbuckled. Either Dean was a fast worker, or someone had lied to your doctor. Your fingers trailed over the stitching of the seat, the belt biting into your neck as you squirmed.

“How long was I out?” you rasped, your voice not yet restored to it’s usual tone, the brothers shooting each other cautious sideways glances, Sam’s hand tightening on his thigh. The action was brief, but nothing could be missed by someone as perceptive as a recently woken comatose patient. Being robbed or your vision gave birth to new levels of observation even hunters didn’t possess. Your eyes targeted every movement with ease, and this one sparked your curiosity. The men remained silent, leaving your question unanswered… a strange practice, especially considering how close you were to both of them. Sam twisted, avoiding eye contact as he passed you a water bottle, your hand reaching shakily for the offering, your motor skills infuriatingly rusty. If you’d been left this damaged, there must have been some sort of collision. Some crash… yet no visible damage to the Impala. You turned your attention to Dean, his hair illuminated by the afternoon sun, his emerald eyes dissecting the road on the way back to the bunker. His skin, from what you had seen, was unscratched, much like the car you so vividly remembered crunching all around you before you woke to the medical staff’s inquiries. “Dean, you doing okay?” His eyes flickered back to you, a second spent acknowledging your voice before returning his attention to the sprawling asphalt, his brow furrowing before he spoke.

“Fit as a fiddle. It wasn’t as bad for me as it was for you, you know. Crashed right into the diver’s side, all I had to deal with were scrapes and bruises,” he grumbled, his hands manipulating the wheel as the car turned onto the road that held that bunker. Maybe the doctor was misinformed. That would explain Dean’s lack of injury, but nothing had arisen yet to explain the impeccable condition of the muscle car. Your eyes adjusted to the rays of sun shattering through the windshield as Dean pulled off the road, parking beside the unassuming brick building that held every supernatural secret known to the men who scribbled them down. Sam was at your side almost as soon as the engine cut off, his hands pulling you from your seat, a much appreciated third leg doing most of your walking for you as Dean spoke over his shoulder, shoving the old brass key into the ancient lock. “Let’s just get you inside, get you healed up and back to work, alright? We need you behind a machete as soon as possible.” The bunker was darker, somehow, wider and higher than you remembered… and it was quiet. Sam lead you down the staircase, carrying you more than allowing you to walk, the balls of your feet barely brushing against the chilled cement stairs, his gait quicker without your effort to walk on your own. Your hand trailed over the wrought iron railing, the smooth, cold surface gliding beneath your skin, your fingers holding to the banister as long as was possible before your arm smacked into your side and Sam was crutching you across the floor. He was lead you to your bedroom, stopping abruptly in the doorway, his body tensing as your eyes scanned over what appeared to have been a small-scale tornado confined by your four walls. Your room was a toppled mess, no corner left untarnished. Your bedside lamp was laying on the floor, the sheets were scrunched and wrinkled, the very ceiling was scorched, beige paint marred by charcoal tendrils resembling brush strokes. Sam moved with a protective haste, yanking you away from the door as he pulled it closed, moving you, instead, towards his bedroom, your exhausted body collapsing atop his crisp comforter, closing your eyes against the world, your ears struggling to ignore the hushed argument of the brothers as they rifled about in your room.

The weeks that followed only managed to scramble your memories further; the Winchesters seemed to dodge your every question, whether it be in regards to Garth or a hunt or the wreck. They spoke with carefully chosen words, their sentence fragments practiced as if they feared you would be harmed by the wrong pairing of phrases. Their movements were stiffer, their eye contact shorter, their faces sporting matching facades. Something had happened after the crash, you knew, something they were dead-set on keeping a secret. Your initial thought was a demon deal, considering how severely you’d been injured, but the brothers shot your assumption into the ground without their usual forced honesty. You couldn’t quite place it, but something within you had altered as well. Your mind was at war with what you knew to be fact; your injuries were healing along your left cheekbone, your left shoulder’s splotchy bruise fading from purple to a yellow stain, yet the truck had collided with your right side… according to your doctor. According to Dean, it’d hit your side of the car. Disregarding the point of collision, the wound was rounded, not spread as it would have been had your face hit the glass or the steering wheel. It was almost as if you’d been struck by fist instead of an automobile, but this was impossible. The vamps you were hunting were easy prey, and none of them had managed to sock you before their heads were rolling on the floor. It didn’t add up. You were spending far too much time thinking on the details of the hospital visit; when you were considered physically stable enough to venture back into your profession, you were relieved to take yourself away from the bunker, praying your sanity would return to you upon leaving the confines of the fortress.

You found yourself meandering down some small-town main street, your eyes darting from resident to resident, to ‘Missing Dog’ posters stapled to telephone poles and advertisements for teenage babysitters looking for a little extra money. Your feet scuffed against the sidewalks as you made your way down the populated stretch, your eyes searching through the clusters of mothers and toddlers, the whistling of the wind rushing by your ears as you searched for the demonic presence you were assigned to exorcise, a flask of holy water splashing merrily against your hip, the additional weight around your waist adding a sense of confidence to your stride. It was insurance in case you couldn’t tie the thing down before it started swinging. Like pepperspray, it’d keep you safe, and with your health assured, it was almost peaceful searching for the Hell-spawn. The breeze caught your hair, tangling it before your eyes, blinding you momentarily. You stumbled backwards a step, your hand lifting to clear your face when iron fingers closing around your wrist, tugging you into a narrow alleyway before you could even consider fighting the stranger’s hold. Your back collided with crumbling brick, the aged exterior of the alleyway clattering to your feet. You fought forward, but your arms were plastered to the wall above your head in an instant, a sneering, grimy smile slick with saliva set below oily black pools occupying your sight. Wordless, the demon brought his head back with intent to smash his skull against yours, neck craning for the wind-up, veins protruding beneath his pale skin. You flinched to the side, ducking your head into your shoulder, a sickening crunch sounding above you, followed by a sadistic laugh. The hands clenched around your wrists tightened as they pulled you away from the wall, throwing you to the opposite end of the alley, yet another unforgiving brick wall colliding with your spine. A stream of blood poured slowly from the puncture point in the middle of the vessel’s forehead, a shard of rust coloured brick jutting out from the wound. The demon brought his face closer to yours, his acrid breath huffing over your face, reeking of dental decay and of death.

“Well, if it isn’t the angel’s favourite plaything!” he hissed, lips stretching farther upon witnessing your perplexed expression, ducking his head as he laughed. “Gonna play stupid with me, huh? He’s even got holy water on you,” his finger flicked the metal flask through your shirt, the muted clink somehow proving his point. But… angels? You’d never come into contact with any, and you sure as Hell weren’t anyone’s plaything. He brought his gaze to your face once more, grinding his teeth in malice as he inched closer still, thick scarlet blood free-falling from the tip of his nose. “Got a long leash, don’t you? I’m surprised he let you out at a-” His eyes shot open in agony, their gleaming obsidian depths replaced instantaneously with a blinding white light. Your eyes pinched shut instinctively against the glorious glare, shielding the purifying demon from your view. As soon as you moved, the hands about your wrists fell with the body to the asphalt below, your enemy vanquished. When you raised your face to thank your savior, your vision blotched with twin circles of white… but even they could not obscure the masses of… were they gemstones, or were they… feathers blocking out the sun, quills reaching towards you, their tune filling the unknown emptiness in the air with a vaguely familiar song. Your eyes tore away from the splendor, a feat in itself, connecting with the equally intriguing ocean eyes of the man to whom these wings belonged, his lips upturned in a shielded, weary smile, his chest expanding with a single, pained breath before collapsing, his shoulders rolling back, keeping the wings at a formal distance. The action was so… familiar. He was so familiar. Your hand raised to your temple, attempting to crush the sudden rush of searing pain as a thousand forgotten moments ran rampant in your head, your breath shallow as a trillion scenes played against your eyelids. The bunker, the wings, the feathers, the ceiling, the bandages, the branding, the unfinished warding, the fists colliding again and again with your cheekbone as you were questioned about the man’s whereabouts, about your relationship. Ansiel. Sam, Dean, and the angel. You huffed, falling back against the wall, the angel’s face connecting with a name, familiarity, and even love.

There had been no crash.

“Castiel,” you breathed, collapsing to the ground, your vision scorched around the edges with the pain of your found memories, a hand cradling your head seconds before your skull could crack against the pavement now biting into your back. Your vision faded quickly to an inky black, centered around the sapphires of his eyes as they glowed with the reflection of his multifaceted wings, concern, and the suddenly recognizable flame of adoration.

Requested by impalalalalardis-1067, i-rule-the-night, tobythegreat74, and several anons, not to mention the comments on the original story, here is part 2! Read part 1 here first! XOXO

Summary: Reader wakes up, thinking that meeting Jensen, Jared, and Misha, only to find out they are truly the Winchesters and Cas, was just a dream. Then she rolls over to find herself in bed with Dean Winchester himself…

Warning: Very very mild smut

Word Count: 2002

A/N: Looks like there will have to be a art 3, yes?

You stretched without opening your eyes, still a bit disoriented from the dream you’d had about meeting the actors from Supernatural at a gas station, only to find out they were the real characters. Maybe you shouldn’t binge watch television as you fell asleep anymore, you thought.

Then you felt it- a weird feeling creeping up the back of your neck. Something was wrong. Things just…didn’t feel right. You rolled to your side and ran into a large, warm mass of muscles as you opened your eyes to see golden skin glowing in the morning light.

What the hell?

Original Request: 

Could you do an imagine were the reader is outside tanning in a swimsuit and cas doesn’t understand why she barely has any clothes on and why she is laying in the sun and so she has to explain it to him and then after laying for a while she gets really sunburned and Sam and Dean tease her about it and say I told you so but cas doesn’t like that she is in pain since he has a crush on her. Wow sorry that was really detailed and you don’t have to do all that anyway thanks!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1092

Summary: Reader gets badly sunburnt and while Dean wants them to suffer Castiel cannot stand to see them in pain. Castiel X Reader.

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“You’re gonna burn!” Dean warned you, watching as you gathered your towel, clothes and chair to take to the roof of the bunker.

“I’ll be fine,” you waved off the warning, leaving the room and heading for the sun. You opened the door and the heat hit you hard, already feeling beads of sweat begin to form on your forehead which you wiped away with your arm. You removed your tank and shorts leaving you in a somewhat very skimpy black bikini and tied your hair out of your face.