Fandom Reader Inserts

Summary: Fort wars and Nerf guns with Team Free Will.

Warnings: Um, I don’t think there is any, if you see one let me know!

Word Count: 1,889 (sorry)

Authors Note: Still new to writing! If you could give me feedback, that would be fab. Constructive criticism welcome!

Prompt: Request for a fluffy confession of love from Sherlock

Characters: John, Reader, Sherlock, and Mike (random guy)

Warning: bets about dating a girl, slight swearing, angst, and fluff

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,945

Summary: It’s the readers birthday and Sam really wants to celebrate it but the reader… not so much. A deal is struck while out drinking and fluff and hijinks ensue. 

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 “So Dean, y/n and I have been having a discussion,” Sam said to Dean with an arrogant tone, apparently sure that Dean would take his side and you’d be done for. The three of you were sitting at a bar in Wyoming on your way home from a hunt in Oregon. You all had gotten rooms at a motel near by and were going to finish the drive back to Lebanon in the morning.

“That so?” Dean asked, leaning forward and propping himself up on his elbow. They were seated either side of you. Sam leaned forward to face Dean and you had the distinct feeling of being surrounded and trapped. Your face grew stern and you glanced up toward the ceiling, wishing this conversation wasn’t about to happen. Dean smirked at your obvious discomfort.

Original Request: Sorry if you already have one like this, but Can you do a one shot where the reader is crowley’s daughter and they fall for Castiel. Thank you so much, I love your writing!

Word Count: 1408

A/N: This features all of Team Free Will, in addition to Crowley, who is now to be added to my “characters I write for” list on my page. I hope y’all like it!

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You couldn’t help an angel made you feel. However, there would be some parties that would beg to differ—-namely, your father. The freaking King of Hell.

It’s not like you ran straight to him after developing feelings for Castiel, the angel that ran with the Wincheter brothers. You knew what all three of them were capable of, and wanting to run with them went against all the rules that you had been raised with: Hunters will kill you, so don’t associate with them. Angels will kill you, so don’t associate with them. And lastly, unless you had a way out, be mindful of devil’s traps. However, there was only so much of a leash that Crowley could have on you as you got older. You wanted to experience life as a normal being, instead of the half-demon, half-human you were born as. Crowley and your mother had been an item when he had been just a salesman of Hell instead of its ruler, and you’d been raised by your mother until she had died in her sleep, which was when Crowley came for you. He was okay, for being a demon and all, but then you didn’t feel like you were in a good place to judge since you were also part demon. It was during your time of wanting to experience life like a “normal” person that you met Castiel.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean/reader Characters: Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Reader Insert, Smut, Angst, dom!reader, Sub!Dean, Dean is mildly injured and the reader gives him stitches Summary:

Fandom: Thor

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Notes: Christmas, ugly sweaters, fluff

Request: the-lonely-goat - Yay! so I was wondering if you could please write a Fluffy Christmas themed Loki fic where he and the reader have been dating for like 1 1/2 years and they get home from a christmas party on christmas eve and are just super tired so they just cuddle up on the couch in their ugly christmas sweaters(which Loki doesn’t like) and start falling asleep but Loki can’t wait to give the reader one of his gifts to them(something kinda nerdy, not like jewelry)and they <3 it? thanks <3

Word count: 985 

Title: All I Want for Christmas

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Word Count: 2,610

Theme Song: “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” by Jensen Ackles and Jason Manns

Request:Could you do one where the reader is another hunter living with the boys and she really wants a puppy for christmas, and sam gets her one and just sam fluff sam fluff sam fluff? thank you <3

A/N: I love Christmas, puppies and fluff so this one was a lot of fun to write. This was also my very first request so I was very excited to write it. I hope you all enjoy it! :) And also, I just had to pick the song that I picked. It’s too good not to use. ;)

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Christmas was one of your favorite times of the year but when you started hunting, it got harder for you to celebrate it; especially since you didn’t have family around you to celebrate it with. When you met Sam and Dean, though, they became your family and you decided after one of your more difficult cases that you wanted to celebrate Christmas.

“Can we get a tree?” You leaned forward and poked Dean in the shoulder as you asked, feeling like you were five again. Christmas was right around the corner, and though you didn’t know what you wanted as a gift, you knew for a fact that you wanted to at least get a tree. You’d been sitting in the back of the Impala with Sam, trying to convince Dean the whole way back to the Bunker to say yes to getting a tree.

Finally, after a lot of poking and prodding, he relented and heaved a loud sigh. “Fine, we can get a tree,” He shook his head a little and kept the expression on his face mostly impassive, though you could see that he was hiding a small smile. You shot both of your hands up in victory, laughing and feeling suddenly very giddy.

When you got back to the Bunker with the boys, you went straight to the room you shared with Sam and flopped down on the bed, not even bothering to kick off your boots. Sam followed you and laughed softly as he took in the sight of you fully clothed and laying face down with your head buried under a pillow. You just chuckled softly and stayed there like that, tired, sore, and wanting nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep.

Without even realizing it, you ended up falling asleep, and when you woke up, your boots were on the floor at the foot of the bed and you had a blanket draped over you. You lifted your head up and looked around the room, quirking your brow slightly when you saw that you were by yourself.

Title: Phone Sex

Author: ratherbeingallifrey

(Type of bingo): NA

Warning: phone sex, masturbation, slight language

TFW Bingo prompt: Kink: phone sex

Summary: Reader, a hunter dating Dean, is laid up in bed with an injury. She and Dean miss each other after some time apart, and decide to “entertain” each other over the phone.

A/N: This is my first attempt at smut, so any commentary is appreciated. Also, shout out to the lovely book-of-randomness and xxsaltandburnxx for being my beta readers. :)

“I miss you too, Dean,” you say, leaning back against the headboard.

You’d been living in the bunker and hunting with the Winchesters for almost two years, and dating Dean for the last six months.  Unfortunately, a sprained ankle meant that the brothers had had no choice but to go on a hunt without you. They’d been gone for about eleven days, which was the longest you and Dean had been apart since you’d started dating.

Fandom: Captain America: The First Avenger

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Notes: Catcalling, jealousy, mild fluff

Request: queen-dean-of-casmas - May I have a Bucky (before winter soldier) one shot where the reader and him are invited to a dinner so the reader puts on a nice dress. Bucky is practically drooling over it. At the dinner, some guys keep winking at her and complimenting her or wolf whistling. Bucky gets jealous so when they get home he immediately kisses her and tells her shes his. Sorry it’s long and specific

Word count: 715 

Gif don’t belong to me | Original imagine from twsupernaturalimagine blog

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Bobby Singer x [hunter] reader

Notes: Mentions of alcoholism, bullying, suicide, death; anger issues, platonic fluff

Prompt: Imagine Bobby finding out about your anger issues, and letting you smash stuff in his yard as an outlet

Word count: 893 

Summary: Sam loves the reader, yet when he confesses, she rejects him. In order to get over her, he begins to sleep around, only to have her react jealously and kick out one of the many girls.

Word Count: 2,896

Warnings: none.

A/N: For my love, xxsaltandburnxx. I hope you like! I apologize for the crappy title and summary, but yeah haha. I hope you all like. Feedback is appreciated! There will be a part 2 soon, which will contain smut!

Title: Latch

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Word Count: 5,112 

Theme Song: “Latch” by Disclosure featuring Sam Smith

A/N: This is my very first fic so I didn’t get a request for it. It’s more of a self-request, I guess. It’s based loosely off of “Latch”, I was going to have it follow the song more closely but I got a lot of different ideas so I based it off of it loosely. I like some jealousy and fluff so this is my attempt at putting them both together. I hope you all enjoy. :)

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Your heart was pounding in your ears and it was difficult for you to hear or focus on anything except Sam’s lips locked onto yours and his hands sliding down your sides and stopping at your hips. His long fingers gripped your sides firmly as you reached back behind you to open the door to his bedroom, your fingers fumbling over the knob for what seemed like ages before you finally managed to get it open. You couldn’t help but laugh softly as you and Sam both stumbled backwards into the room, his hands on your waist steadying you as you regained your balance, and the laughing faded as you steadied yourself, your hands finding their way from the back of Sam’s neck and up into his hair and your fingers tangling into the silky brown locks.

“I’ve wanted this for a while, Y/N.” Sam mumbled against your lips, tightening his grip on your hips a little and pulling you even closer to him so you were flush against him.

“So have I, Sam.” You mumbled back, tightening your grip on his hair a little bit as you spoke, moving closer to him and arching against him a little. Your breath was slightly ragged when you spoke again “I’ve wanted this for a while, too.”

Sam latched his lips to your again, successfully causing the talking to cease as you moved toward his bed, one hand still in his hair while the other found its way down to the collar of his shirt, and you pulled him along with you, never once unlatching your lips from his. You couldn’t form a coherent thought in your head as his hands skimmed down to the bottom of your shirt and then up under your shirt, you couldn’t think straight as his lips, soft and warm against yours, made every nerve ending in your body ignite into flames.

You only unlatched your lips from Sam’s just long enough to sit down on the bed, and then you reached up and pulled him down to you by the collar of his shirt, gripping it tightly as you molded your lips to his again, and moaned softly as his hands slid under your shirt again, arching up into his touch. Sam gently pushed you onto your back and hovered over you, keeping his hands where they were, and started rubbing circles on your skin with his thumbs as his lips moved from your lips to your jaw and then down to your neck, trailing kisses and gentle nips all the way down to your shoulder.

Warnings for torture, death and grief

Word count: 1,859

Gif don’t belong to me

Fandom: Thor

Pairing: Thor Odinson x [wife] reader

Notes: Fluff, smut

Request: Anonymous - Hi. Could you please do a Thor (marvel) where the read and him just got married and it there wedding night? Smut and any kind of fluff? Pretty please?

Word count: 956 

Inspiration: Imagine comforting Sam after a nightmare and then singing him a lullaby.

Character: Sam

Song here

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MINE OWN FEARS

    You heard the knife bury itself into the back of your chest before you felt it, the thick crunching sound audible only to you and Garrett.  

    “I have to admit: you made 1 million dollars feel like nothing.  Maybe your friend Liam’ll put up a fight.”  

    At this point, you were completely ignoring him, instead watching the tip of the knife disappear from the front of your chest back into your body as he pulled it out from between your ribcage.  

    “Any last words, darling?” he asked chivalrously, smiling innocently as he retracted the knife into his lacrosse stick, “Wolfsbane hurts.”

    You felt your legs tremble before giving way, depositing you in an ungainly heap on the grass near the locker room.  

    “G-garrett-” you wheezed, reaching up a tired arm towards him.  He laughed, throwing his head back.  “…fuck you,” you snorted.  Coughing wetly, blood spattered your Beacon Hills hoodie as Garrett slammed his foot down on your wrist, grinning as he heard a telltale crack.  

    “That was uncalled for,” he chided, cocking his head and smiling as you slowly curled your broken wrist into your chest.  You didn’t see him walk away, focused only on the strangely hot yet cold pain in your chest.  

    It was a dull ache that slowly extended outwards, pain reaching out in tendrils for the rest of your body.  Your veins were on fire, but your insides were freezing, sort of like when you put your hand in icy water and you feel cold, but also a strange little bit of warmth.  

        Reaching into your pocket, you dialed Scott, blood spattering against the touchscreen every time you coughed.  

    “Y/N?  Did you find Brett?” asked Scott immediately, “We need to get him to Deaton.”  You took a deep, wheezing breath.  

    “He’s…in the locker…room.”

    “Y/N?  Are you okay?”  You couldn’t exactly tell him you were dying because then he’d go after you instead of Brett, who was more likely to survive.  

    “Just…winded-” your sentence was stopped by a hacking cough that ended in a glob of mucus and spit flying through the air like a potato in a room, landing wetly on the ground.  “Tired.”

    You could practically hear Scott furrowing his brows and grinding his jaw, just like he always did when he was angry.  

    “Where are you?”

    “Don’t…c-come-”  Jesus, since when was breathing this hard?

    Oh, right.  Ever since that blonde douchebag had impaled you with a lacrosse stick.

    “Y/N, where are you?” growled Scott slowly, enunciating every word, “I’ll send Liam.  You have to tell me now.”   

    Phew.  As long as he saved himself for the more logical choice, aka Brett, you’d be fine.  Dead, but fine.      “Grass-locker…room…grass.”

        Your arm suddenly went limp, as if Derek had hit your funny bone in training again.  Scott’s voice grew louder and louder from the speaker, which lay a foot away, before stopping abruptly, your battery probably having given out.  

    The sound of rapid footsteps pounded gently in your ears as you lay down, closing your eyes.  There was a dull ringing in your head that began to drone out the sounds of whoever was running.

    “Y/N!”  You tried to open your eyes, but it was as if someone was holding them closed.  “Y/N!  Holy shit-”

    The pressure of the ground on your back disappeared as someone lifted you up.  Upon breathing in their scent, you realized it was Liam.  God, having a best friend was pretty sick.  

    “Lia…”  Your tongue flopped to the bottom of your mouth as you focused all your energy on not wolfing out.  Your head twitched as you fought the growth of your teeth, trying to think happy thoughts.  

    Racing Derek and finally beating him (after he fell over a trip wire you’d set up before the race).

    Sitting on the dock of Lydia’s lake house with Liam and talking about everything.

    Getting ice cream with Stiles every Friday and laughing whenever he dropped it.

    Lydia teaching you how to put on makeup and giving you some of her own.

    Kira letting you try out her katana and shred a dummy even after you almost dropped it.

    Malia showing you her werecoyote form and letting you touch her.

    Peter teaching you to heal yourself after you fell off the roof of the Hale House.

    Scott helping you on your first full moon.

    You opened your eyes to intense pain in your chest, screaming as Deaton and Scott blurred in and out of view.  Ugh.  Someone was stabbing you again.  Your mind was suspiciously clear while your body was flailing and randomly changing back and forth from human to wolf.  

    Everything went black.  

    Eyes fluttering open, you stared up at a white ceiling.  Sitting up abruptly, you immediately fell backwards onto what must have been Deaton’s medical table, judging by the sterile scent of the room.  

    “Y/N, slow down,” muttered Scott, smiling in relief as he walked over to you.  Liam was sleeping in a chair on your other side, head leaning against the table.

    “Finally, you old man,” you breathed, grinning.  Being not-dead was great.

    Scott shook his head, smile stretching wider.

    “Glad you’re back, Y/N.  Take it easy.  Everyone’s outside.”

        Liam’s head bobbed upwards, hearing the noise you and Scott were making.  His blue eyes widened as you turned slightly towards him, ignoring the pain in your chest.

    “Hey, dude.”

    “You should thank him,” interrupted Scott, eyes flickering from Liam back to yours.  “He ran you all the way here.”  You raised an eyebrow.

    “That’s like…2 miles.”

    “In 10 minutes,” added Deaton, coming in through the door to the waiting room and standing aside to let Stiles, Kira, Malia, and Lydia inside.  They crowded around you, Stiles occasionally poking at random places on your body.  

    “You were blue,” he repeated, shaking his head, “Your chest was blue, Y/N.”

    “Lightsaber blue?” you grinned, raising an eyebrow.  

    Stiles’ face lit up in a huge smile.  “You saw it?”

    “Last week.  It was alright,” you teased.  He groaned, throwing his hands in the air as Malia pushed him aside.  

    “Thank God you’re okay,” she smiled. Liam was standing behind your head, one hand resting on your shoulder.

    “Is Brett okay?” you asked, suddenly remembering the other kid who was on the Deadpool.  Liam’s hand tightened imperceptibly on your shoulder.  “Don’t let Garrett get the money-”

    “He’s next door,” replied Kira gently, rubbing your arm soothingly, “Deaton fixed him.”

    “Has anyone realized Y/N isn’t wearing a shirt?” scolded Lydia, shoving Scott, Stiles, and Liam out of the room.  

    “We weren’t complaining-” started Stiles before Malia flicked his arm as he walked out.  

        You dozed on Derek’s couch, watching him lift weights.  

    “Y/N, do you have anything to do?”

    “Sleep,” you grinned, “Eat.  Get well.”

    “Pack’s coming in five minutes.  I’d find a better place to sleep.”  

    You held up your arms, waiting for him to carry you to the guest room you were currently occupying while your parents were on vacation in the Bahamas.

    “You’re getting heavy,” teased Derek, “When you get better, we’ll have to step up your training.”

    “Aw, Derek, it was hard enough-”

    “Ah.  You’re worth more than you think, and you need to be able to protect yourself.”

    “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

    “I’m touched,” Derek said dryly, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards.  

    He set you down on your bed before turning off the lights.

    “Scream if you’re being attacked.”

    “I’d rather just wait it out,” you snorted, pulling the covers up to your chin as he waved slightly and closed the door.  

    Your window opened, revealing Liam climbing inside and sitting next to your head.  

    “Spiderwolf, spiderwolf, does whatever a spiderwolf-”

    “Someone’s feeling better,” he grinned.  You moved your head into his lap, letting him rest his forearms on your collarbones.  

    “Liam?”  

    He looked down at you, eyebrow raised.

    “Thanks for bringing me to Deaton.”

    “It’s what you would’ve done if I was lying there.”

    “Did you catch Garrett?”

    “He’s dead.”

    “Karma’s a bitch.”

    “I could’ve killed him.”

    “It’s alright.”

    “It’s not!  You could’ve died, Y/N, and you don’t seem to realize how worried everyone was!”  His eyes flashed gold for a few seconds before fading back to blue.  “Sorry-”

    You rested between his legs, head on his chest as you gently held his hands and let your thumb rub comforting circles on the top of his hand.  

    “I’m sorry.  I just….don’t wanna think about it right now.  I’m fine, you’re fine, everything’s going to be fine.”

    He pulled you closer into his chest.  

    “Don’t scare me like that again.”

    “I’ll try,” you grinned, leaning your head backwards into the crook of his neck, “No guarantees, though.”

    “If you died, I don’t think I’d know what to do.”  You smothered a giggle, looking up at him.

    “Claire from Bio seems pretty into you.  There’s Daniella from History, the entire group of cheerleaders-”

    “I’m not into them,” he muttered.  Maybe it’s Meredith, the blonde in his English class?

    “Who is it?” you asked excitedly.  Drama, drama, drama.  

    “I think Scott’s here.  I’ll tell him how you’re doing.  See you, Y/N.”

    “Liam?”

    He paused, halfway to the door.  “You know you can tell me anything?”  

    Liam swallowed.  

    “Yeah.”