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Yes Sir Part 15

Yes Sir Part 15: In the Beginning

As John and his girl prepare to move in together memories of their beginning remind them how far they’ve come.

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Warnings: The usual mature content. Explicit smut, NSFW, alcohol, language. WC: 6024 On AO3  Thank you @andromytta and happy bday! 

PLEASE NOTE: Italics are flashbacks to the summer between parts 1 and 2

A/N: Recently for the first time I read YS. I hadn’t read it since posting each part and never in sequence. I found that since it wasn’t expected to be a series, I didn’t plan it like one. So I’m taking a good opportunity to show you what I never told you. Thank you readers, you’ve been amazing. This is NOT THE END OF THE SERIES. I will warn you when it is. 

There were boxes everywhere. Every room. Every walkway. I’d forgotten how overwhelming moving could be. And I hated the madness of stuff everywhere.

Once we had returned home from our Christmas getaway John and I had spent a day on the couch watching movies and making out. But I wanted to get my apartment boxed up before New Year’s so John and I could start our new life. I just never realized how much shit I’d collected in my apartment over three years.

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Great sexy angsty feel fest!!

Like I’m Livin’

Torn between the two men I love- one brother who left me, and the other who saved me. I had a choice to make, and either way three hearts would break.

Sequel to Like I’m Dyin’. Demon Dean, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader Warnings: ANGST. FEELS. Smut, unprotected sex, canon divergence/AU, language, alcohol, character death, NSFW gif. Gifs aren’t mine, thanks artist peeps. WC: 7923 (I have issues) On AO3

A/N: For Angst Appreciation Day. Also for: @mamaredd123​ Shred Some Hearts Challenge- song “That’s Why They Make Jack Daniels” by Ronnie Dunn. Please listen to it if you can, the first verse is hyperlinked. @wheresthekillswitch​ & @emilywritesaboutdean​ Do it like Team Free Will Challenge- NSWF Gif. And @too-much-winchester​ 600 follower challenge- quote “I’m not supposed to be here. And you know it.”

Some memories never fade Some broken hearts just stay that way Some dreams just aren’t meant to be But you keep, holdin’ on, long after she’s gone That’s why they make Jack Daniels Two fingers in a glass It ain’t gonna make it any better But, it won’t hurt as bad

It was impossible to get over the love of my life, especially once he’d become a demon… 

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Crazy in Your Arms

Crazy in Your Arms by evansrogerskitten

Dean Winchester x Reader

Reader’s heart is broken and she turns to the one man in her life that she knows she can depend on.

Warnings: Infidelity related angst, fluff, feels, language, alcohol, making out. WC: 2071 On AO3

A/N: I needed some Dean fluff ♥ “Crazy” by Gnarls Barkley was my song with the fucker who broke my heart (symbolic, right?) So thank you @becs-bunker for the chance to give this song a new meaning for your 21st challenge! Also Gone with the Wind is my fav movie so it was fun to incorporate 2 quotes for @bulletcrossbowpie’s SPN Movies Challenge. And the quote “I constantly want to kiss you” is for @kas-not-cas 2.5K Follower Writing Challenge. Not my gif, thanks to that peep. 

I remember when

I remember, I remember when I lost my mind

There was something so pleasant about that place

Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

And when you’re out there, without care

Yeah I was out of touch

But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough

I just knew too much

My body shook uncontrollably as I sat up in the driver’s seat of my black Mustang. I thought I was going to throw up as nausea built in my stomach, and a piercing shock radiated from my broken heart. Reality was sinking in with every mile that I drove as the image of my boyfriend fucking his ex-girlfriend repeated over and over in my mind like the recurring scarring memory of a horrible car crash.

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Photo by Eden Meser at New Zealand

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Photo by Eden Meser @ New Zealand Wellygeddon @roxy-davenport

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Isn’t it precious the way Sam and Dean say I love you to each other? 

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The Deal

Summary: Crowley x Reader: The reader goes to make a deal at a crossroad to feel happy again, when Crowley shows up and tries to stop her.

Word Count: 3973

Triggers: Self-hatred, anxiety, apathy, disinterest in self, low self-esteem, angst, depression,  etc.

Y/N = Your name  Y/E/C = Your eye colour

Comment: Alright, tomorrow I’ll try to see if I can write something slightly fluffy or happy in some way… I blame all this angst on my being sick >< 

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Standing in the middle of the small crossroads you found yourself praying. Ironically enough, since you were just about to try and sell your soul to some demon. Still, you weren’t praying for someone to swoop in and save the day, or even a different solution. No you were praying the King of Hell, Crowley, would be too busy to notice it was you and just send some random minion of his to make the deal.

You just didn’t want him to see you like this. To know what you had resorted to just because of your own weaknesses. Sure, you weren’t the first Winchester to sell your soul, or at least attempt to sell it, hell you probably wouldn’t even be the last. But unlike your brave, strong older brothers you were the first to do so for such a goddamned selfish reason.

You just… You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t take you anymore. You just wanted a few years without feeling like shit, a few years where you felt good, felt needed and wanted, just… Anything but this damned emptiness that stayed like a heavy rock in your stomach. Somehow it was empty yet heavy, nothing yet all consuming. There was no end to it, and you just wanted it to end.

Still it wasn’t even just the selfishness that had you wishing he wouldn’t be the one to show. It was those damned feelings you had for the man. If anything could make what you were about to do worse it would be to have to do so in front of the only man you’d ever loved. A man you knew would never love you back. Even so you knew you had to do it… Even if it was him, even if it would hurt worse when it was him. You needed to do this and you needed to do it straight away.

You were slowly breaking, shattering into little pieces and drowning in the growing void, the darkness inside you. You were done smiling through the pain. Done pretending you didn’t mind being you. Done pretending to believe your brothers when they said you mattered… You were just done. You couldn’t handle any of it any more.

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If you love JDM, do yourself a favor and read this series! It's deliciously sinful and soo very well written and developed. Well done, Ash!

Yes Sir Part 6

Yes Sir by evansrogerskitten Part 6: A Formal Affair

Professor Winchester and his girl attend a black tie gala leading to a night of new ideas.

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Warnings: Explicit smut, alcohol, drunk sex, semi public sex, pantyhose kink, fluff (because apparently this series is now crazy smut followed by precious fluff), feels, a lot of f-bombs, dom!John, NSFW/gifs-thanks to the creators. WC: 6644 | On AO3

A/N: *elated manic cackling* This one is my favorite. I’m so excited for you guys to read it. Let me know what you think! I wouldn’t be writing it without your support ♥ Also, I’d like to clarify that you shouldn’t be drinking unless you’re a responsible age and you should NEVER drive drunk. Ever. We good on that? Ok cool. Enjoy this smutty drunken good time.

I slipped on my new high heels and twirled around in my bedroom, watching as my full skirt spun around me. “Does this look okay?”

My friend Jo was in the bathroom putting on eyeliner. She looked over at me, taking in my fancy dress and heels. “Yeah, you look so pretty. Come zip me up.”

Jo gathered her straight blonde hair over her shoulder as I zipped up her fitted black cocktail dress and then I turned to look in the mirror at my own dress. Shiny black lace with a fitted strapless bodice and an A-line skirt that accentuated my curves. I’d even added pantyhose with a black seam down the back to keep me warm in the autumn air, and also because they were sexy as hell and made my legs look longer. I’d spent a week’s tips on the fancy outfit. But I never got to dress up and I wanted to look beautiful for a special someone. He’d seen me in dresses and skirts, but this was different. This was a fancy, public occasion where our secret was taken to an exciting new level.

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More of You

Characters: Crowley x Reader 

Warnings: Explicit, Drinking, Smut, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Language, Angst, Fluff 

Word Count 4,150 ish                                                     

Summary: Crowley has been thinking of the woman he met and spent the night with after the Vince Vincente Concert. He decides to see her again. This is a follow up to my story “Whiskey and You”.  

Crowley was sitting on his throne, looking both regal and terribly bored. His thoughts wandered back in time, just a few months ago, to his little nursemaid. The night had started out alright but went bad quickly but was then was redeemed by a lovely human creature. She had no idea that he was a demon or the King of Hell, and wanted nothing from him except to tend his wounds and enjoy his company. She liked him for his own charms and Crowley liked that, a lot.  He tried to separate his like for her and his like for her attention, but realized he couldn’t. He missed her. 

Crowley was startled back to reality by a lower level demon groveling for his attention. 

“What do you want?” The King demanded harshly. 

“I have the tallies of souls pledged and collected in the last year, categorized by who made the deal and correlated by…” 

 “Blah, blah, blah.” Crowley interrupted, “Just leave your findings and go.”

 “Yes, my liege.” The demon bowed low and backed away from his king. 

Crowley was weary of Hell and the demons scurrying around like manic mice, half of which were plotting to overthrow him. He stood, smoothed his jacket, left Hell and appeared outside the little dive bar where he met her. His pride wouldn’t allow him to go to her apartment.  

He strolled into the bar, confidence rolling off him like an ocean breeze off the Pacific. His eyes adjusted to the dimness quickly. He looked around before motioning to the waitress and sitting at a table. 

“I’ll have a whiskey, love.” Crowley spoke low and mellow. 

“Yes sir.” The waitress smiled and went to get the drink.  

After his third whiskey the King of Hell was getting annoyed. The bar was filling up with a younger crowd which changed the atmosphere completely. It was no longer a quiet place to sip a drink and think. Now it was noisy and playing hideous music, but most importantly, she wasn’t in the crowd. 

“Bollocks.” He muttered under his breath and went to the bar to pay his tab.

He was ready to leave, but had no particular destination in mind. He paid and walked outside. Pausing to admire the sunset, he leaned his shoulder against the rough brick wall. Crowley liked sunsets for their unpredictable beauty. Brilliant colors spreading across the sky, paying homage to the sun, like courtiers before their queen.

“Crowley?” A soft feminine voice questioned.]

He turned away from the waning sun to see the lovely nurse he’d been thinking of so often. 

“Hello darling.”  

She stepped closer and threw her arms around his neck, her head laying against his chest. His arms held her and Crowley wondered why he had waited so long to see her again.  

“I thought I was hallucinating for a minute. I have wanted to see you so bad. Every time I see a dark suit, I get excited and then it isn’t you.”

“Shhhhh, pet, I’m here. I’ve missed you too.” He soothed as he stroked her hair. 

She pulled back and looked into his face, her expression was hopeful as she asked, “How long are you in town?” 

“I’m not entirely sure love, but you have my attention while I am here.” 

“Come to my place?”  

“Of course.” She stepped beside him and placed her hand in his, wanting to touch him and needing the reassurance that he was real and with her.

 “So what's been going on in your world, Crowley?”

 “Oh the usual, making deals and keeping operations running smoothly.” He waved his hand as he spoke. “What have you been doing?” 

“Just living, you know work, family, friends, the usual boring stuff.” She leaned in closer to him as they walked and chatted.  

Crowley had missed this feeling. A sense of relaxation mingled with goodness and she was solely responsible for it. She was an amazing and beautiful woman.  

She swatted Crowley's arm, jarring him back to the present.

Crowley arched an eyebrow and looked down at her. “What?” 

“Are you bored with me already?”

“Never, darling. I was thinking of what a remarkable and sexy woman you are.” 

She smiled at his praise. “Well thank you.”  

She reached in her pocket for her keys, unlocking the apartment door. She walked inside dropping them on a small table with Crowley close behind her. Crowley turned her fully into his arms and captured her lips with his. His kiss was gentle but possessive. She wound her hands around his neck and pressed her body against his. Her mouth opened to him when his tongue teased her lips. At her submission, the King moaned. The kiss deepened and their tongues danced a suggestive tango. 

Crowley wanted to sink deep into her and stay there forever. He felt almost desperate to claim her and the way she was writhing against him made it difficult to think about anything else.  

She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Crowley, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to explode. I need you.”  

Crowley’s eyes grew dark with lust at her words, “We can’t have you exploding, darling.” 

Her hands eased his suit jacket off his shoulders and he shrugged out of it before roughly reclaiming her mouth. Hands fumbled between them as they blindly worked buttons in a frenzy to rid each other of their clothes.

 Crowley stepped back and looked up and down her body appreciatively, licking his lips. “Such lush curves.” He smoothed his hands over her hips before cupping her ass to lift her.  

She moaned and bit her lip in anticipation.  “Ready, love?”  “I’ve been ready.” 

She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders to steady herself, then gave a little wiggle of her hips. Crowley chuckled low at her boldness. Not many people spoke to him so directly and it was one of the many things that he found attractive about her. 

He took a few steps forward and she felt the coolness of the wall against her naked back a few seconds before his dick plunged into her waiting core.  

Crowley fucked her against the wall, and she held on to him and met his thrusts enthusiastically. Desire pulsed through her body like an electric current. She reveled in the sensations assaulting her; the smooth wall at her back, Crowley's hands gripping her ass and his chest hair teasing her nipples as his cock pounded into her.  

She moaned and leaned her head on his shoulder as her orgasm started to build. She felt her pussy convulse and a delicious wave washed over her beginning in her core and traveling outward. Crowley's cock twitched inside her in response and he threw his head back muttering a curse as he came.  

He eased her back onto her feet. They stood close, foreheads touching as their breathing calmed. Crowley caressed the side of her face and trailed his hand down to hers, entwining their fingers.  

“I have a wonderful idea! Come on.”  Smiling brightly she tightened her grip and dragged him across the apartment. 

“Slow down pet, let me catch my breath before you seduce me again.”

 She laughed a full throaty laugh. “Oh baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet. And for the record, you seduced me with that Crowley kiss, it’s like a damn drug.” 

They stopped at the door to her bathroom. Crowley let his eyes feast on her naked body. She reminded him of a belly dancer, curves in all the right places. From the rounded heaviness of her breasts to the slope of her hips and even the light stretch marks on her tummy, she was an enchantress. Her body was made for fucking and his cock jerked, betraying his thoughts.

“Would you draw us a bubble bath?” She smiled sweetly, waiting for his answer. 

“Yes. Where are you running off to, pet?” He asked her retreating backside.  

“Not far, just taking care of the other part of my idea. I’ll be right back, sexy beast.” 

Crowley went into the bathroom and started the water in the huge soaker tub. He added a capful of bubble bath to the water, then smiled and poured in another. When it was almost half full, he climbed in and sank below the bubbles with a sigh.  

She walked into the bathroom with a glass in each hand and wearing only a smile. “Whiskey?”  

“Thanks.” 

“Hold mine while I get in?“  

“Darling, I would hold a whole barrel of whiskey, if you asked.” 

She handed him both glasses and gingerly climbed in the tub, before bending over to turn off the water.   

“What a glorious view. Alas, my hands are full of whiskey and not that beautiful ass of yours.” 

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at his comment before settling in the bath between his legs and leaning back against him.   

“I’ll take my drink now, sir.” 

Crowley handed her a glass and then took a sip of his. “What is this?” 

“Glencraig Scotch Whiskey. My brother introduced me to it. Now we buy each other a bottle every year for Christmas.”  

Crowley kissed the side of her neck. “Craig is my favorite.” 

“Are you surprised that I have good taste? I picked you out of a crowd, didn’t I?” 

 “Touche’, my pet.”  

Drinking his favorite whiskey in a tub full of bubbles with her was close to heaven and far better than he felt he deserved. He knew that if she were to ever find out the complete truth about him, he would lose this. He would lose her. 

She felt him sigh and turned slightly to look at his face. “What are you thinking about that makes you sad?” 

A lie sprang ready to Crowley’s lips, but he decided to be honest. “Nothing this good lasts in my life. I’ve had more rough spots than smooth.”  

He looked like a sad little boy that had lost his puppy, not the powerful man she knew him to be. It was endearing, but also heartbreaking. She wondered at some of his secrets, but trusted he would tell her when he was comfortable. 

She didn’t know what to say, so she picked up the bath poof and shook it at him. “Wash my back?” 

Crowley smirked and took the poof from her. He set their unfinished drinks on the tub tray and she scooted forward to give him space to work. He dipped the poof in the water and rubbed it across her back slowly making lazy patterns.  

“Mmmmmm, that feels good.”  

“Your back is lovely.”  

The poof traveled from her lower back to her right shoulder, water and bubbles cascading over her shoulder and down her breast. She leaned back against him, closing her eyes. Crowley trailed the poof from her neck, over her breasts and down the valley between them to her stomach.  

Her expression was one of contentment. Crowley abandoned the poof and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her snugly up against him. He nuzzled her neck before kissing her in the hollow of her collarbone. His hand slid from her waist and slithered down between her thighs to find her clit.  

She spread her legs instinctively for him. He loved how trusting and responsive she was. His finger teased her clit and moved lower dipping inside her before moving back to her clit. He nibbled and kissed her neck while his finger rubbed tight circles. 

Her hands were on his thighs alternately squeezing and rubbing. She moaned and squirmed against Crowley as he rubbed her pleasure nub then tweaked her nipple with the other hand. 

“Come for me, love.” His beard scratched the tender skin of her neck as he spoke low and raspy in her ear. 

“So close.” She moaned. 

Her stomach muscles tightened beneath his arm and he heard the hiss of her breath through teeth heralding her orgasm. Crowley closed his eyes and leaned into her neck, holding her against him and feeling her body move and then relax as bliss overtook anticipation.  

She cradled Crowley’s face in her hand and turned to kiss his cheek. “Thanks, sweet man.” 

“My pleasure, darling. Come let's get out of the tub, the water’s cooling and I'm hungry.”  

She stepped onto the bath mat, glistening with water droplets, and handed Crowley a fluffy towel before wrapping one around herself. He toweled off and wrapped the towel around his waist. 

“What are you hungry for, Crowley?” 

He laughed and said, “How about pizza? Do you know a good carryout?” 

“Actually, yes. Are you picky about toppings?” 

“No, not at all. Surprise me.” “I’ll phone in an order.”

And she blew a kiss his way as she sashayed away in search of her phone. 

Crowley walked out of the bathroom and looked at her bed, thinking about the last time he was here with her. He had been suspicious of her even during the sex. Afterwards, he watched her sleep and somehow he knew she had no ulterior motives. 

There was a pair of black silk pajamas laid across the end of the bed. He dropped his towel and stepped in the silk bottoms. As he tied the waist, he heard an electric guitar whining a sexy blues riff. He tossed the towel in the hamper and noticed his suit had been picked up from the floor and neatly placed in the chair. He smiled at her thoughtfulness and went to find her.  

She was in the kitchen getting plates and flatware together, bent over the cabinet gyrating her hips to Stevie Ray Vaughan’s wailing guitar.  

Crowley walked over to her. “Can I help?” 

“Nope, all done. We just need the pizza. I see you found the pajamas I got for you.”  

She smiled and motioned for him to turn around so she could see him from all sides. He turned slowly for her. 

“Why?” 

“Why what?” 

“Why did you buy pajamas for me? How did you know I would be here?” 

“I didn’t know. I hoped.”  

She frowned slightly and explained. “Crowley, not everything in life is concrete. Sometimes you just have to hope in something or someone even if it doesn't make sense.” 

She took his hand and danced around him on her way to the bedroom. 

“Listen for the door, the pizza should be here soon. I'm going to slip something on other than a towel.” 

The King of Hell stood in the small modern kitchen,barefoot and wearing silk pajama pants while waiting on pizza. He was happy.  

There was a loud knock at the door. Crowley looked through the peephole and saw a teenage boy wearing a bright colored tee shirt holding a pizza box. 

He opened the door and asked. ”How much do I owe you?” 

“Uh, It’s already been paid.” The kid looked at him funny, handed him the pizza and left. 

Crowley nudged the door shut with his elbow. He turned to set the pizza on the kitchen island as she walked toward him wearing the top to his pajama bottoms. He smiled at her.  

“I love your smile. You're such a beautiful man.” She caressed his face as she spoke. 

“Thank you, darling.”  

He opened the pizza box and put slices on the plates while she got two bottles of water from the fridge.  

“Grab the plates and come on.”  

Crowley picked the plates up and followed her, admiring the sway of her hips as she walked. He watched as she sat down with her legs folded under her, the black silk top strategically covering her and then he sat with her on the sofa. They ate and listened to the music, each of them enjoying the simplicity of junk food, good music, and being with the right person at the right time. 

“There’s a little coffee shop not far from here. How about we go for brunch tomorrow? The coffee is strong and the pastries are fresh and delicious.” 

“Or we can stay here and I will make muffins for you again.” 

He saw her mood change in her facial expression; it went from relaxed to tight in a matter of seconds. 

“What the hell, Crowley? Are you married?”  

“No, I told you that first night I am most certainly NOT married.” 

She leaned slightly forward, looking at him hard. “Why are you content with just staying in my tiny apartment? I feel like you are either hiding out or ashamed to be seen with me in public.” 

“I told you before, some of my associates are ruthless. I worry that you would become a target and suffer because of my fondness for you.” 

He reached to touch her arm and she moved away from his touch for the first time since they had met. It hurt him almost like a physical blow.  

“I know you have secrets and I told myself that I would be patient and wait until you are ready to tell me, but I can’t. I am not some slut that picks up random men to have sex with and I am not going to sit and pine away until it is convenient for you to come see me.” 

“Darling--”  Crowley tried to interrupt her, but she raised her hand like a stop sign. 

Standing up and putting distance between them, her voice got louder as she paced around the living area determined to have her say. 

“No. I need to say this and you need to hear it. I don’t have a phone number to reach you. I don’t have a clue where you live. Do you realize how totally pathetic that makes me? I am not that girl. And to make matters worse, I really care about you!” 

She sat on the edge of the coffee table, facing him and spoke softly, reaching to touch his face. 

“Crowley, I’m falling for you. It would be so easy for me to love you and that scares the shit out of me. I have been content by myself for so long and now I have found someone that I enjoy being with in every sense of the word.”  

They sat quietly for a few seconds. She smiled a sad smile and he sighed dreading the next part. Would she think he was crazy or just evil?

 “Darling, I adore you. I love being here with you and not worrying about the real world, my real world. I do have secrets and I haven’t wanted to tell you because I’m afraid you won’t see me in the same light. I don’t think I could bear that. It would be too painful. Forgive me for being selfish.” 

Crowley looked away and then took a drink of water before continuing.

 “Do you believe in angels and demons and things that go bump in the night?” 

“Crowley, really?”  

“I’m quite serious. Do you?” 

“I guess. I am not really into all that to be honest. But what does that have to do with anything? Are you a psychic?” 

He chuckled at her idea and then became serious. 

“No, love. I am not a psychic nor am I human. I am a demon--a crossroads demon actually.” 

She threw back her head and laughed. It was not the reaction Crowley was expecting. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he imagined or maybe it was just too much for her to believe. He watched her and waited to see what she would say.  

“Very funny. Here I was bracing for something big and possibly horrible and you tell me that you are a demon. What if I don’t believe in demons? I have touched you, kissed you, and felt safe with you.”  

“I wouldn’t harm you, you are safe with me.” 

“Hmm, alright, prove that you are a demon.Show me what you got.” She folded her arms across her chest and challenged him.  

Crowley kissed her lightly on the lips, and vanished into the air. She stood and looked around trying to make sense of where he was.  

“Crowley?” She called out to the empty apartment.  

In the space of a few heartbeats, she heard a rustling noise behind her. 

“Miss me, darling?” He purred in her ear.  

She turned to him, her eyes wide and excited. He was dressed in his signature black suit and holding a postcard featuring Lady Liberty. 

“Where did you go and how? And your clothes, you left in pajama pants.” 

“I can go anywhere I like with a snap of my fingers and as for the clothes, I wouldn’t wear pajamas on the streets of New York.” 

She sat down on the sofa and patted the space next to her. Crowley sat next to her wondering what she was thinking. She twisted to face him and he turned to face her. He was reminded of that first night and the kiss they shared in almost the same place.  

“So you can snap your fingers and poof, you’re in another place?”  

“Yes.”  

“Can you read minds?”  

“No pet, I don’t do parlor tricks.” 

“You said you are a crossroads demon. What does that mean?” 

“I make deals. Someone wants fame, fortune, or whatever and for a price they can have it. I facilitate and seal the deal.”  

The conversation felt surreal to Crowley. She was calm about him being a demon and seemed to accept the idea. The dread that had been with him was lifting like a fog being burned away by the sun. He felt such a sense of relief that he was almost light headed. 

“So the whole selling your soul thing is a real thing?” 

“Yes, it is real. Souls are quite valuable currency. It amazes me how cheaply some barter theirs away.” 

“That’s sad.” She yawned and Crowley drew her up against his side. 

 “Tell me love, do you still feel safe with me?”  

She wiggled under Crowley’s arm and looked up at him before answering. 

“Nothing has changed. You are still who you were, I just know more about you now. I happy you trusted me with that truth. Yes, I feel safe with you. I don’t understand all the details about you being a demon, but I know that something in you calls out to something in me. I refuse to give up on that. It is a rare thing.”  

Crowley smiled as a peace settled over him. She was a rare woman, indeed, and he adored her. He could admit it now, he had hope.   

“What are you thinking, Crowley?” 

“I’m thinking you are tired and I should put you to bed.”  

She giggled, “I am not a child, but I can call you daddy. Would you like that, daddy?” 

He growled in his chest at her sexy teasing. 

“Come on pet, let’s go to bed.”  

He stood and held out his hand for her. She reached for his hand with no hesitation and smiled a sleepy smile. She looked so feminine and vulnerable standing there in a long pajama top, barefoot with slightly messy hair. She was beautiful in vulnerability as well as strength. Crowley cleared his throat and swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. 

He set her gently on her feet beside the bed and as she was turning the bedding back, he snapped his fingers and walked around the bed wearing his black boxer briefs.  

They climbed under the sheets and she moved toward Crowley and kissed him. She pressed her body against him, deepening the kiss. His arms circled her and his hands rubbed her back then slid lower to cup her ass through the black silk.  

Crowley broke the kiss with a sigh. 

“Rest love. It’s late and I’ve given you quite a bit to think about.” 

She pouted. “But I want you.” 

“There is nothing that would make me happier than to ravish you until the sun rises. But I plan on going to get coffee and pastries with you in the morning and then making love to you all day and you need your rest.” 

“You will stay and spend the day with me tomorrow?”  

“Cross my heart.” 

“I am a little tired. I guess I could snooze for awhile. Promise you won’t leave before morning?” 

“I won’t leave.”

 She fell asleep her head on Crowley’s chest. He stoked her hair and held her loosely,wanting to touch her and maintain that physical connection while she slept. He had told her his greatest secret and she accepted him. More than just accepted him, she still wanted him and wasn’t afraid of his touch. He had faced his fear of rejection and triumphed.  

Crowley closed his eyes and smiled. Being King had never felt so good.

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Yes Sir Part 5

Yes Sir by evansrogerskitten Part 5: His Fantasy Girl

Professor Winchester has a fantasy that his girl is eager to star in.

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Warnings: Explicit. NSFW, double dose of smut. jealousy and angst, feels, fluff, role-play, dirty talk, dom!John, NSFW gif. WC: 4505 On AO3

A/N: Shout out to my graduation thesis making a cameo. This fic is kinky af. Let me know what you think! I’m writing it because of its amazing followers! xoxo Gifs & images aren’t mine, thanks to the creator peeps.

The little plastic remote clicked in my hand as I advanced the PowerPoint projected on the screen.

“My thesis is on the Undemocratic Tendencies of the Early American Founders.”

Looking across the classroom I could see encouraging faces although I knew everyone was listless, my presentation being the fifth one that week. Nevertheless, it was 30% of my grade. So I continued flipping through the slides, arguing my cases and backing it up with evidence from my interpretation of the effect of the Founder’s beliefs in creating the original Constitutional laws.

I had worked my ass off on this project. I knew I deserved an A. And with mid terms in a couple weeks, I needed to ace it. So I kept my eyes on my goal, focusing on the screen and not on the man in the back of the room.

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20 Questions I was tagged by evansrogerskitten

Name: Delise

Chinese zodiac: Rooster

Height: 5'9

Ethnicity: Caucasion

Hogwart house: no clue

Myers Briggs personality: ENFJ-A. ( protagonist )

Favorite Season: Autumn cuz- colors, football, bonfires, snuggles and smores.

Favorite Books: Janet Evanovich, Steven King and paranormal erotica– kindle and fanfic have ruined me.

Favorite flowers: black eyed susans, Daisy, zinnia wildflowers

Favorite color: red and turquoise

Favorite animal: I like most animals. I tend to be more of a dog person but I have a dog and a cat and they are both great.

Favorite ice cream flavor: cookies and cream or strawberry with real berries in it.

Average hours of sleep: 7

Sam girl/ Dean girl/ Cas/ Crowley etc: Dean girl with Crowley tendencies.

Favorite SPN character and why: Mmmmmm hard to say, they each contribute to the show and without anyone of them the other characters would be lacking. I like the relationships on the show, the different levels of trust and friendship as well as rivalries.

Second favorite: see above.

Favorite fictional characters other than SPN. Hmmmmm Rogelio (Jane the Virgin) he’s so funny. John Bender (The Breakfast Club) Duckie from 16 Candles, Dr Frankenfurter from Rocky Horror Picture Show as well as Magenta, Phoebe from Friends, Wonder Woman, Rogue…

Favorite superhero: Wolverine

Favorite movies: too many to list and honestly depends on my mood. I tend to prefer psychological thrillers.

What would your SPN personal heaven look like: a cabin tucked away in the mountains, snow outside and a roaring fireplace inside. Lots of books, good food, good booze and some beautiful SPN men there.

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A Darker Shade Of Love

Pairing: MOC!Dean/Demon!Dean x Reader (they’re both here)

Word Count: 6,203 (Whoops)

Beta: @raspberrymama

A/N: This was written for a ton of challenges. It’s a tad angsty at least at the beginning. SMUT towards the end, hella feisty evil reader. This is a very creepy love story. A fluffy ode to serial killers if you will. :D @manawhaat I’m looking at you kid, my serial killer peep. ;) If you’re not a horror fan then angsty love between two damaged characters. Look at the prompts below to get an idea of what you’re in for. :) I made the lyrics myself for the song, “Whiskey and My Gun.” There might be some mistakes here and there but I went off what it sounded like to me. This is a bit of a rewrite of the end of Season 9 and how Dean became Demon!Dean. Artistic liberties taken in how the Mark works. Lyrics are bolded; flashbacks and thoughts are in italics. Death of an insignificant character.

@plaidstiel-wormstache 500 follower challenge with the prompt, Whiskey and My Gun- King Social

@frickfracklesackles 1,000 followers with the prompts, feisty strangers to lovers,  “I don’t make love. I fuck hard.”  

@beckawinchester Becka’s Birthday Challenge- 14. “Hi, I’m (insert name) and I’m addicted to killing!”  and dark alley

@thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s Challenge Tina Dico Nobody’s Man  

@d-s-winchester 4k Celebration Bon Jovi Celebration Born to Be My Baby

@one-shots-supernatural Kayla’s Birthday Challenge with the prompts, “ A well-read woman is a dangerous creature” and an old fashioned arcade.

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I’ve been riding for a week now

And I’ve been riding with you long.

I’m riding southbound on the boulevard

I trust my Whiskey and my gun

“Give up? You want to give up?” Sam yelled.

Dean sighed heavily before speaking. “Cain and Abaddon are dead and Metatron is locked up. The big baddies are taken off the board. I’m tired Sam.” He pleaded with his little brother. Why couldn’t Sam just understand?

“What are you saying Dean?” Sam asked angrily. Of course behind the anger was fear that he understood all too well what Dean meant to do.

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Doing the one word thing. Lol you know I'm tumbler challenged @evansrogerskitten so mine isn't "gif infused" or fabulous. Where is your phone? Hand Your hair? Hotmess Your dad? Crazytown Your other half? Asleep Your favorite food? Seafood Your dream last night? Idk Your favorite drink? Vodka Fear? Snakes Favorite shoes? Sandals Favorite way to relax? Reading Your mood? Sleepy Your love? Family Where were you last night? Movies Something you aren't? Patient Muffins? Banana Wishlist item? Convention Where you grew up? Mississippi Last thing you did? Potty What are you wearing? Jammies Something you hate? Ugly Your pets? Rotten Life? Fun Regrets? Some

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Happy birthday! I love this so much. It is a fun scenario to think about.

Be Careful What You Wish For

Be Careful What You Wish For by evansrogerskitten

Dean x OFC Ash (me!)

The night before her 34th birthday, OFC Ash wishes her life was different. Suddenly she and the Winchester brothers are sent back in time as she figures out what, and who, she wants.

Warnings: Angst, Feels, Implied Smut, Promiscuity, Binge drinking, saying fuck a lot, Fluff, mentions of drug use, time travel. WC: 5704 On AO3

A/N: Why am I writing about myself? I’ve been going through a lot of shit lately, plus I was bummed about my birthday. So I decided to channel my stressors into this fanfic. I’m sharing this with a sensitive heart, so be nice. It’s my birthday anyways LOL This is for @jalove-wecallhimdean‘s Ghostbusters Challenge and this is my first attempt at crack fic for @trexrambling & @wheresthekillswitch Crack Challenge. Prompts are in bold.

I sighed as my elbows spread out across the shiny wood table in the middle of the library. Half a bottle of whiskey down, and I was getting sadder with each drink. I looked up as a whistle sounded from the bunker’s kitchen. Dean came around the corner, a beer in each hand. He stopped short when he saw me with the tall green bottle front of me.

With a tilt of his head, Dean walked up the short stairs to me.

“You okay?” He asked as he handed me a beer, and then moved the whiskey bottle to the other end of the table.

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The Game of Love

Pairing: Crowley x Reader  Guardian angel!Gabriel x Reader

Character: Crowley, Sam, Dean, Reader and Gabriel

Word Count: 3,870 (Whoops)

A/N: Reference to 5.08, Switching Channels, one of my fav episodes. Slight crackfic (humorous, over the top but not ridiculous). This story is yet again hard to classify as either angst or fluff. I suppose gun to my head I choose fluff? This was written for the following challenges

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This was written for:

@atc74 Angelina’s 100 Follower Challenge with the prompt, “Everything Has Changed”- Taylor swift ft. Ed Sheeran

@notnaturalanahi 600 Follower Crack Challenge with the prompt, “I think you may need an intervention.”

@deals-with-demons Sarah’s 200 Follower challenge with the prompt, “Another great discovery by captain obvious.”

@revwinchester Rev’s Birrthday Challenge with the prompt, game show host

             [Taylor Swift]

All I knew this morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now I didn’t before.

And all I’ve seen since eighteen hours ago

Is green eyes and freckles and your smile

In the back of my mind making me feel like

“What am I doing here exactly?”

“We summoned you.”

“Another great discovery by Captain Obvious. I’m standing in a bloody devil’s trap after feeling the ground shake in hell. I know I was summoned. The question is why, Moose?”

Dean cleared his throat and waved briefly at Crowley signaling to him that he too was also sitting on the couch. Crowley gave him a death stare.

“Don’t look at me. This was Sam’s idea.”

Crowley rolled his eyes.

“Moose working alone?”

“Not quite alone.”

The second that Gabriel came out of the shadows there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over the entire room. Everyone was frozen in place, deathly silent. The sound of rustling drew everyone’s attention. Crowley and Dean looked up at the same time to see a banner above the couch. Dean and Crowley shared an equally unamused look.

“I think you may need an intervention, both of you.”

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Rawr!!!

Like I’m Dyin’

Rockstar Dean/Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader 

Small town singer Dean Winchester suddenly becomes a Vegas rockstar. Will his girlfriend be able to get back the simple man he once was?

Warnings: ANGST, double dose of SMUT, breath play, fluff, feels, alcohol, demeaning language, a moment of non-con which is resolved, angsty ending. 

A/N: This is for @bulletscrossbowpie’s AU Challenge/Rockstar. Also @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Challenge: D.D. by The Weeknd. I figured this was my chance to combine my fav version of Dean with my fav version of Jensen. So I give you, Rockstar Demon!Dean in leather. WC: 6238 On AO3

Gifs aren’t mine, but the concert pic in the aesthetic is from @stardustandmelancholy and the gifs/videos are from Tumblr and YouTube.

Hyattsville was a small town in western Kansas, known for it’s ‘biggest hay bale in America’ tourist trap and a former high school beauty queen turned national news anchor. I met the Winchester brothers one evening when I was getting coffee at a shop in town. They were singing at open mic night- the younger brother playing guitar as the older brother sang. He had an amazing, sultry voice that sent shivers down my arms. And the fact that he was absolutely gorgeous didn’t hurt either.

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