#Sam Winchester x black!reader

[solitaryearthperson]

Supernatural/SPN Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagines

Dean Winchester

Comfort - After having a nightmare in the middle of the night, the reader wakes up and goes to find somewhere to cry. Dean finds her and comforts her.

Support (Sequel to Comfort) - Waking up from a nightmare and not being able to go back to sleep, Dean heads down to his man-cave. (Y/N) finds him and comforts him.

Sam Winchester

None Yet

Castiel

Clarence - While looking for a place to sleep, (Y/N) talks to another homeless man named Clarence. *MALE READER*

Castiel (Sequel to Clarence) - (Y/N) wakes up in a strange place and finds ‘Clarence’ there and asks him to explain himself. *MALE READER*

Death (The First One)

None Yet

Series

Death (The First One)

Intriguing Series 

Intriguing - Death makes a surprise visit to the reader.

Puzzling - Death finds (Y/N) again and strikes up a small conversation with her.

Alluring - Wanting to binge watch Netflix for the night, (Y/N) has a familiar guest pop in to join her. He shares something important with her.

More to Come...

[anitaxl]

Someone write a story for me pls

Hey, I know this probably won’t get any attention, but I have this really good idea for a sam and dean winchester x reader(preferably black or neutral, maybe even a black oc idk) story. It's been stuck in my head for months but I'm a shit writer and even if I was a good one I feel like I would rush it. But anyways the idea is that the reader or OC met sam while in college and although sam is still with Jessica and everything goes according to the first ep, the person still has unresolved tension with Sam and later forms a romantic connection with Dean. When sam and reader/oc meet again I want it to be an episode when in readers hometown there is a werewolf the boys are hunting that is coincidentally hunting the reader. The boys see the reader doing a set in the local bar with her band and sam automatically recognizes her. After the reader is finished with the set, she walks to the bar where she sees sam and dean and runs up to sam and they have a mini reunion. I have more ideas for the plot however I don’t want this to get extremely long and I just really want someone to write this out for me, however I want to be credited for inspo and plot while the writer is credited for writing everything else and whatever they come up with. It would be a huge help!!

[xnewbiewriterx]

Certain Things

Okay, I promise that everything I post will not be a song fic. I'm just trying to share some pieces I already wrote before I start anything new. This is another character x reader, but this time they're getting married. This is one of my favorite pieces, and I hope you like it as well. Enjoy 😁

WC: 845

Song: "Certain Things" by James Arthur (bold italics are lyrics)

Deep breath.

Inhale…

Exhale…

I stared in the mirror, unable to recognize the woman that was staring back at me. 

She was breathtaking.

Her hair was split into two braids that met into a bun and she had some loose curls to frame her face. Something simple, yet regal. 

Her makeup wasn’t anything dramatic, either. Very natural, with a hint of glitter dusting her cheekbones. I met the woman’s gaze and my breath caught in my throat. The deep blue eyeshadow that decorated her eyes made the golden honey irises pop; it contrasted beautifully with her chocolate brown skin. 

I glanced down at the woman’s dress. It was a navy blue ball gown that hung off of her shoulders. The sleeves were embellished with blue flowers, along with the bodice, which was cut into a deep V plunge. 

She was also wearing a veil. It was clipped into her hair and trailed behind her like a cape. Her neck and earlobes were adorned with diamond jewelry that sparkled in the sunlight coming from the window. And on her left hand, there was a pear cut diamond ring on her ring finger.

The woman seemed to glow, almost as if… she wasn’t human. Yeah, that’s it. This woman was too graceful, too elegant. Ethereal, goddess-like, even. Her brown skin glistened in the light; she looked divine.

It was really hard to believe that the woman in the mirror was me.

Deep breath.

Inhale…

Exhale…

A knock at the door shook me out of my thoughts. I spared the woman in the mirror one last glance before turning around to open the door. 

My dad was on the other side, fidgeting with his suit.I shook my head, smiling softly. 

“Dad, stop,” I pulled his hands down to his side. “You’re gonna wrinkle your suit.”

I smoothed out his tux, picking off invisible lint to hide my own nervousness. “You look great, I promise.” 

He nodded his head and took a deep breath. 

“You ready?”

Inhale…

Exhale…

“Yes.”

Breathe.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

I looped my arm with his, holding on extra tight. I heard the music begin to play and I had to fight back my tears; my sister would kill me if I messed up my makeup.

This is it. This is really happening.

Something about you

It's like an addiction

Hit me with your best shot, honey

My dad led me out the room and down a short hallway. I left the decorations to my mother, so this is my first time seeing everything put together. 

This is…beautiful.

It’s everything I imagined and more.

I've got no reason to doubt you

'Cause certain things hurt

And you're my only virtue

And I'm virtually yours

“Dad, I’m scared.” I kept my gaze straight, worried that if I looked anywhere else, I might trip. 

I heard him sigh. 

“Me too.”

We came to stand in front of a pair of double doors that opened to the outside. The glass was stained, so I could only see shapes and shadows of what laid on the other side.

Inhale…

Exhale…

There's something about you

It's when you get angry

You have me at your mercy

The doors opened.

Here we go.

“Don’t let me fall,” I whispered.

And you're like a shoulder to turn to

“Never.”

Cause certain things burn

Just when we're hanging on for dear life

We began walking down the aisle. I saw everyone stand up, but I wasn’t really paying attention- not to them at least. My eyes were locked on him. 

We held on so tight

The love of my life.

And there’s certain things that I adore

I’ve never really thought that I would actually reach this point. Don’t get me wrong, I always dreamed of getting married and having a big wedding. Of writing my own vows, professing my love for my amazing partner. I just guess I never really believed something so grand could be in the works for me.

As we gazed into each other's eyes, I couldn’t help but wish that this aisle was shorter. I’ve finally found my happy ending, my happily ever after and I wanted nothing but to be near him. To hurry up and get this over with so we can begin spending the rest of our lives together. 

We reached the altar and as was tradition, my dad placed my hand in his, giving me away. I heard a small sniffle from my dad before he went to sit down.

The song started to come to an end, with one verse left, one that I couldn’t help but sing along to as I stared into my future husband’s eyes. There was nothing, no one, except me and him; nothing else mattered in this moment.

I brought my hand up to his cheek as the tears began to spill over. He leaned into my touch and kissed my palm. I saw nothing but love, happiness, and complete joy in his eyes. I smiled as I sang the last few words quietly.

“Certain that I’m yours.”

[f4irycafe]

hey supernatural fandom :) decided to open requests for the week and want some sam x reader requests. my fics will always be completely neautral or black!coded. give me those stanford sam requests!!! will also def take stoner!sam requests.

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[shelbybyr]

When you run out of fics to read

[hauntedwitch04]

KINKTOBER

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Hate sex with Regulus Black 

Dirty talk with Dean Winchester 

Sex pollen  with Azriel  

Daddy kink with Steve Harrington 

Body worship with Rhysand 

 Size kink with Sam Winchester 

 Orgasm denial with James Potter 

 Public sex with Nyx Acheron

 Somnophilia with Regulus Black 

 Thigh-riding with Cassian

 Breeding with Remus Lupin 

 Tit-fucking with Dean Winchester  

 Caught masturbation with Steve Harrington 

 Innocent with Remus Lupin

 Brat taming with Eris Vanserra 

 Toys with Sirius Black 

 Mommy kink with Nesta Acheron 

 Lingerie with  Rhysand 

Overstimulation with James Potter 

Face sitting with Sam Winchester 

Praise kink with Sirius Black 

Corruption with Priest!Sam Winchester 

Shadow play with Azriel 

Spanking with Remus Lupin 

Car sex with Dean Winchester 

Threesome with Nesta Acheron and Cassian 

Omegaverse with Dean Winchester

Cockwarming with Eris Vanserra

Phone sex with Sam Winchester 

Bondage with Azriel 

Roleplay with REGULUS BLACK (chosen by you)

[ninii-winchester]

The Witch and the Hunter

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Witch!Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: none, just fluff. But not proofread.

A/n: another crossover fic yayyy!!!

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

It was a lazy afternoon in the bunker and Dean was snooping around the library shelves to entertain himself, while Sam had his head buried in a book, like usual. Dean opened box after box, not finding anything worth his interest. But then he found a weird looking stone, it looked like sapphire, but bigger. It was dusty, he swiped his thumb over it thrice to clean it. Staring at it for a few seconds he didn’t deem it useful so he put back where he retrieved it from and turned to sit back down.

"Achoo." A loud sneeze was heard, and Sam glanced up to see Dean trip over something the moment he sneezed. The younger brother snickered as the older one almost slammed into a shelf in the library.

"What the hell?" Dean looked down and a pair of y/e/c eyes were staring back at him. A velvety coat of Y/h/c fur, It's sleek and smooth, lying flat against its body. The fur gleams slightly in the light, and it looks incredibly soft. "How did a cat get in here?" Dean looked at Sam with accusing eyes.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that, I didn't bring it here." Sam said standing up from his seat and Dean backed up from the creature as he sneezed again. "Hello there!" Sam approached the cat and she hissed at him. Maintaining his distance he kneeled in front of the small feline and cooed at it.

"How'd it even get in here?" Dean sneezed again, glaring at the cat for causing him an allergic reaction.

“Don’t know!” Sam shrugged, the y/h/c furry creature seemed to drop her guard a little as Sam neared her. The big y/e/c eyes blinked twice and then ran past the two men and jumped onto the tables placed in the library. Dean glared at the cat hissed back, jumping down from the table she neared him and started scratching his legs through his boots and jeans.

“Hey hey get off!” Dean slightly kicked his legs to get it off of him. Sam sighed before picking up the feline that was hissing at his brother, it struggled in his arms, wanting to be put down and Sam dropped it onto the table gently.

“Dean maybe you should go to your and it’ll calm down, then we can drop it off somewhere.” Sam suggested and the older brother nodded scowling at the cat, but leaving nevertheless. Sam watched as Dean walked down the hallway and turned back to cat and his jaw dropped when he saw a woman standing in the library with him.

“Blimey! That man was a menace.” Y/n said in a thick British accent, dusting herself slightly. Sam jumped at her voice and stared at her him shock.

“You’re…what…how?” Sam stuttered. “DEAN.” He yelled and Y/n frowned as the same man came back running at his brother’s loud voice. The green eyed man looked at her in bewilderment.

“What the fuck?” Dean exclaimed. The two brothers were now alert and were watching here every move. “Who the fuck are you?” Dean demanded.

“My name is Y/n. I’m a witch.” She replied with a unpleasant look towards Dean.

“Man I hate witches.” Dean mumbled but she heard him. With a scoffed she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You don’t like cats, you hate witches. Aren’t you a picky one, princess.” She taunted, as much as Sam didn’t want to, he let out a snort at her comment earning a sharp glare from his brother.

“How’d you get here?” Sam asked and she looked around the bunker.

“I don’t know, honestly. I was in a battle, fighting and we won. But then I felt dizzy, and it was like I was Apparating, but not by will.” She explained and Sam’s brain clicked onto something as she spoke.

“Apparating as in teleportation?” Sam asked and she nodded. Dean gave him a questioning glance. “So you’re from the wizarding world?” And she nodded again. “Wait a minute! You’re Y/n? As in Y/n Black?”

“How do you know?” Y/n got defensive.

“Would someone like to explain?” Dean snapped looking between the stranger and his brother. Y/n muttered a ‘no’.

“Dean’s she’s from the Harry Potter world.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Ofcourse you’d know, nerd.” Dean teased but then a wand was aimed the two brothers.

“How do you know Harry? And what the hell are you talking about? Who are you?” She demanded and she didn’t look like she was just threatening. She was serious and she wouldn’t hesitate to hex them.

“Hey easy with the weapons, Woman!” Dean barked and Sam sent him a look which said, ‘not-helping’.

“Look, I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. My best guess is you’ve travelled through universes. And we know Harry because well, there are books written on him in our universe and you’re just a fictional character.” Sam explained as best as he could. He could see her contemplating whether to trust him or not. She lowered her wand, slightly.

“What books? How do I know you’re telling the truth?” She questioned warily.

“Uh well, I can tell you stuff like you’re a Sirius’ twin, you’re a Gryffindor, honorary Marauder. Lily Potter was your best friend and you had a crush on Remus.” Sam replied and Y/n gasped. She’s never told anyone that before. Not even Lily. Dean watched as Y/n expressions changed from wary to bashful.

“What? That was years ago. How’d you even know that?” A hint of blush coated her cheeks as she spoke.

“I told you there are books, it’s written in the books.” Sam replied and Dean snickered. Y/n heaved a sigh and looked around the place. “We’ll give you a minute.” Sam said dragging Dean out to the hallway.

“Man, just when I thought you couldn’t get nerdier.” Dean chuckled at his younger brother. Sam gave him a bitch face before speaking,

“So what do we think?”

“I think she’s smoking hot.” Dean grinned earning a groan from Sam. “What? I have a good taste, man. She’s feisty.”

While the brothers talked Y/n stood in the middle of the library, thinking of what to do next. She didn’t know what to do, part of her didn’t want to go back home, after the second Wizarding War, she lost everyone she held dear. Sirius, Reggie, Remus, James and Lily. Everyone is dead. What if this is her chance to start fresh and move on. Besides, Harry doesn’t need her anymore. He has his friends and Voldemort’s gone.

“Sam? Dean?” She called out and the two men came back. She shifted uncomfortably, a thought crossed her mind, she didn’t even know anything about these two beside their names. How’d they even know about magic? Are they bad people? “Do you know how did I end up here? How can I go back?” She questioned. Before Sam could speak, Dean beat him to it.

“I think I know.” He turned to his brother. “There was this blue stone, looked a sapphire but bigger and I was just messing around, I cleaned it with my thumb but maybe it accidentally activated it and brought her here.” Sam asked him where did he find it and Dean gestured to the shelf he was at before Y/n appeared. The two of them followed Dean as he reached the box he found the stone in. The green eyed hunter let out a loud growl as he noticed the box was empty. “What the fuck?”

The other two in the room look at him expectantly and he told him that the stone’s gone. A wave of defeat crashed into Y/n but part of her was relived too. She was confused as to why she was feeling that way.

“Well I guess you’ll be staying here with us for a while.” Sam commented and Y/n looked surprised.

“You live here? This place is a mess. Learn to clean after yourself, lads.” She scanned the place with her Y/e/c eyes and with a huff she pulled out her wand and muttered “Scourgify.” The books and papers laying around started flying around and positioned themselves in their respective places and the place looked good as new.

“She’s staying forever.” Dean mumbled under his breath but Sam heard.

Sam showed Y/n to a guest room she could use while she was here and left her alone for a while. When he came back he found Dean searching for the stone in other boxes of the library. A part of Dean didn’t want her to leave, and he doesn’t know why. They didn’t even start on a good note but he wants her to stay. But he wants to find the stone and leave to her to make the decision if she wanted to go back. After all he knows how important family is and he’s sure she misses hers.

“You’ve got a crush.” Sam commented dropping into a chair. Dean stayed silent, not indulging in the teasing. “Isn’t it ironic though, she’s a witch. You hate witches. And her animagus form is a cat.” Sam cackled holding his chest. “You’re allergic to cats.”

“Shut up, Sammy.” Dean replied knowing it is kind of ironic. He was definitely attracted to her. But he knew she had to go back sooner or later.

Y/n did a lot of thinking while she was left alone in her temporary room. She’d decided to stay, if the Winchesters didn’t want her to stay with them she would leave this place but she didn’t want to go back to the Wizarding world. She was all alone back there, all of her friends and family were gone. But there was another reason that she didn’t want to admit to herself. She found herself quite attracted to the green eyed man. There was some magnetic force that was pulling her towards him. And it was weird as hell since it’s only been an hour that she knows him. And all she knows is his name.

“Guys?” She called out entering the library. The two men turned their attention towards her. “I uh… I’ve gotta say something.” Dean raised his brow, quite interested to know what she had to say. “I don’t wanna go back.” Dean’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart thudding in his chest. “But I won’t be a bother to you guys I’ll leave.” She added quickly.

“What? No. Stay.” Dean spoke before he could register what he said. “I mean you’re a witch and we don’t trust you to not wreak havoc outside. You can’t go unless we say.” He said in a deep voice. Sam looked at him in amusement shaking his head.

“Who even are you?” She questioned tilting her head slightly. Dean found it extremely adorable.

“We’re hunters.” Sam replied gesturing her to take a seat. She took a seat and they explained her what hunters are. They told her all about the supernatural and how they hunt them.

“Werewolves?” Y/n pouted sadly. “You kill them too?” She was upset. Of course she was upset, her friend was lycanthrope too but that doesn’t mean he deserves to die. She didn’t like their ideology. The look on her face didn’t go unnoticed by either brother. But Dean was the one to speak.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We don’t kill the likes of your boyfriend.” She glowered at him but he remained indifferent. “More like….” Dean trailed off not knowing who to compare it with so Sam added,

“Greyback.” Dean nodded although he didn’t even know what it meant. “We believe not all creatures are bad and we only kill the ones who hurt people. We once let a werewolf go because she didn’t ask for it and she wanted to live a normal life.” He said as he thought of Kate.

“And all witches are bad in your universe?” She questioned.

“Well not all. I mean you’re here in universe and you’re not bad.” Dean winked and she blushed. He was so charming yet so infuriating. Minutes before he said he didn’t trust her to not wreak havoc and now he’s saying she’s not bad.

A month had passed since Y/n had came to this universe. She was now well versed with the hunting life and learned a lot more lore. She wasn’t allowed to go on hunts although they knew she could hold on her own. It was mostly because Dean want her to be in danger. Y/n was always confused when Dean was around. He was either too protective of her or he didn’t acknowledge her existence. If she was attracted to him at first, she’s developed a full fledged crush on him now. And she’s had enough of him giving her mixed signals. She decided to confront him about and knocked on his door. The door opened revealing Dean, clad only in his pyjamas, bare chested and his hair disheveled. Y/n gulped staring at his chest before looking back up at his face.

“What do you want?” Dean questioned his voice a bit groggy. It did something to Y/n which she wouldn’t admit out loud.

“What’s your problem?” She asked pushing past him and entering his room. “Why do you act so confusing around me? One moment you’re all protective and the next you act like I’m invisible. It’s driving me crazy.” Dean opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish.

Dean blinked, clearly caught off guard by her sudden confrontation. He rubbed a hand through his messy hair, trying to shake off the sleepiness. “Y/n, I—”

“Your constant mixed signals are making it hard to know where I stand with you.” She mumbled softly.

Dean rubbed a hand over his face before speaking, “it’s not that simple okay?” He grumbled. She glared at him with her arms crossed against her chest. He let out sigh,and looked up at her, his gaze softening. “I like you, okay? And I don’t know how to act around you.”

She stared at him, her heart racing. “So, you’re saying that you care about me but you’re not sure how to show it?”

Dean nodded slowly, a mix of frustration and vulnerability in his eyes. “Exactly. I want to be close to you, but I keep messing up. I’m trying to figure out how to be honest without making things worse.” She took a deep breath, her anger melting into a look of understanding.

“Well isn’t it a good thing that I like you too. Quite a lot.” She smiled. “You’re one of the reasons I didn’t wanna go back.” She confessed and he looked at her wide eyed.

“Really?” She nodded her head moving closer to him.

“I don’t know what it was about you, we didn’t even start on a good note, but there was something that was pulling me to you.”

“Trust me sweetheart, we would’ve started real good, had you not been a cat when we first met.” Dean smirked placing his hands on her waist.

“Why don’t you like cats?” She pouted tilting her head.

“I don’t hate them per say, I’m just allergic.” He replied with a soft smile. “And stop pouting like that if you don’t want me to kiss you sore.” Now that he knows she likes him back, he isn’t afraid to show his usual flirty self.

“Who says I don’t want you to?” She asked sneaking her arms around his neck. As he leaned down to kiss her she pulled away slightly and he gave her a confused look. “If we’re doing this, we’re getting you on allergy medication. I can’t let go of my animagus form.” Dean threw his head back as he barked out a laugh. He placed a kiss on her nose.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Dean took a deep breath, his fingers gently cupping her face as he looked into her eyes, just the two of them in this moment. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against hers. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration of newfound feelings. But as she responded, his touch deepened, growing more intense and passionate. When they finally pulled away, their breaths mingled in the small space between them, leaving an unspoken promise lingering in the air.

While the two of them hadn’t labeled their relationship yet, they navigated their feelings together, finding comfort and excitement in their shared moments. Although Dean wasn’t sure if the medication would help he tried it for her sake, after finding out Y/n sought comfort in her cat form. It did help immensely and Dean was able to be in her presence while she was in her animagus form. She would usually sleep on the library table on an open book while Sam and Dean would do their research for a hunt. Her loud purring was a comforting sound, sometimes Sam would scratch her behind the ears and she would play with him as Dean watched in adoration. Dean had a fair share of scratches over his hands and arms, while she got too excited while playing but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

The bunker door opened and footsteps were heard, Y/n craned her neck from where she was sleeping in her cat form, the fur on her body standing upright. She watched a figure descend the stairs but Sam and Dean remained nonchalant. Y/n understood the reason as a trench coat came into view and she recognised him as Castiel. She jumped off the table and landed on her four feet and gingerly walked to the angel, and jumped onto his shoulder. He was caught off guard for a moment but relaxed.

“You didn’t tell me you got a pet.” Cas said approaching the boys, while petting the feline on his shoulder. “Especially a cat. How’d you convince him Sam?” He asked gesturing to Dean. The man in question smirked at his best friend.

“That’s my girl on your shoulder, Cas.” Dean said pridefully. Y/n jumped on the table and settled in Dean’s lap before turning back to her human self. Castiel watched wide eyed and quite confused. Dean grinned placing his hands on her waist as she sat sideways on his lap.

“Hello Castiel. Nice to finally meet you.” Y/n said.

Castiel blinked, still processing the sudden transformation. “You’re… Y/n?”

Dean chuckled, his grin widening. “Yep. I told you she had a unique way of making an entrance.”

Y/n laughed softly, leaning into Dean’s embrace. “I figured it was about time I introduced myself properly. Sorry for the surprise.”

Castiel shook his head, a hint of a smile forming on his usually serious face. “It’s quite a surprise. Dean never mentioned you had such… abilities.”

Dean shrugged, still holding Y/n close. “She’s full of surprises. But trust me, she’s as amazing as she is unpredictable.”

“So Y/n, Dean tells me you’re from another universe?” Castiel asked curiously. “How’d you even get here?” Y/n shrugged before explaining, what Dean told them when she first came here. Castiel titled his head to the side, “A blue stone you say?” Dean looked inquisitive as he leaned closer. Y/n and Sam also had the same expressions.

“Do you know something Cas?” Sam questioned.

“It was a Inter-dimensional Soulstone.” Castiel said. “It’s said to be a mythical gem, which has the power to unite Soulmates. It is said to be imbued with the power to bridge the gap between parallel universes. When Dean touched it, it brought Y/n here.” Cas explained. “If Y/n had found it first in her universe, it would’ve taken Dean there.”

The three others absorbed the information Castiel provided, and Y/n felt a warm flutter in her chest at the thought of Dean being her soulmate.

Dean noticed her reaction and gently squeezed her hand. “So, what do you think?”

Y/n smiled softly, her eyes meeting his. “I think it’s pretty amazing. And I’m really glad it’s you.”

Dean grinned, a hint of relief in his eyes. “Me too. Guess we’ve got a lot of good things ahead.”

Castiel nodded, his tone lighter. “It’s a rare and special thing. Enjoy it.”

Y/n leaned in, resting her head on Dean’s shoulder. “I plan to. Thanks, Cas.”

Dean wrapped an arm around her, content. “Here’s to figuring it all out, together.” Dean tilted his head slightly and leaned in, his lips brushing gently against Y/n’s. It was a soft, brief kiss, filled with warmth and affection. When they pulled away, their smiles met, and the quiet connection between them spoke volumes.

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Kinktober 23’ masterlist!

A/n: Heyyy…hey..how y’all doin😀 this is so on brand of me to post the masterlist 2 days before october🧍🏻‍♀️

1|breeding kink-steve harrington

2|Thigh riding-Natasha Romanoff

3|Shower sex-Daryl Dixon

4|Cockwarming-Spencer Reid

5|Mommy kink-Ethan Landry

6|Begging-Sam Winchester

7|Overstimulation-Robin Buckley

8|body worship-Ellie Williams

9|mirror sex-Sirius Black

10|Uniform kink-Leon Kennedy

11|Loss of virginity-Peter Parker

12|Strap-ons-Hazel Callahan

13|car sex-Billy Hargrove

14|Bondage-John B Routledge

15|mask kink-Simon ‘ghost’ Riley

16|Brat taming-Rafe Cameron

17 |praise kink-JJ Maybank

18|Degradation kink-Rafe Cameron

19|Dry humping-Tate Langdon

20|Face fucking-Rafe Cameron

21|Face sitting-Ethan Landry

22|Knife kink-Billy Loomis

23|Exhibition-JJ maybank

24|spanking-Wanda Maximoff

25|hair pulling-Spencer Reid

26|lingerie-Maddy Perez

27|Sex pollen-James Potter

28|Choking-Regulus Black

29|Orgasm control-Billy Hargrove

30|hand kink-Steve Harrington

31|Serial killer AU-Rafe Cameron

[xnewbiewriterx]

"Stay with Me"

Okay, so this is another little non-specific character x reader drabble I wrote. The prompt is from TikTok and this is what I did with it. I hope you enjoy it. I'll link the TikTok below.

Hero!character x Villian!reader

The world seemed to have slowed down.

The wind stopped blowing, the sound of screams and sirens faded in the background...it was as if time stood still. 

He stared and watched as the bullet whizzed slowly through the air before cutting into the her chest. At first, he did nothing, frozen in place, watching as she began to fall.

Then time started up again, but everything was moving too fast.

He rushed to the her side, panicking, and started looking for the wound. When he found it, he immediately applied pressure and yelled for someone to call 911.

“No, no, no…” He chanted as he pressed his palms to her wounded chest, trying to stop the bleeding. “What have I done?” 

Tears filled his eyes. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.

“Hey, buddy. You won,” she laughed hoarsely, coughing up blood in the process. “Just like you wanted.”

“Shhh. Don’t talk.” He shook his head. “I didn’t want to win. Not like this."

He choked back a sob.

“I never wanted it to be like this… I’m sorry.”

You didn’t deserve this...I’m so sorry.

She gazed up at him with a pain-filled, but grateful expression. “That’s the kindest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” She gave a small smile. “Thank you.”

Oh no...

He sniffled. “For what?”

“For all the great times we had together.” Her eyes closed.

No, no, no, no, no

His heart began to shatter.

“No, please…” He begged. “Stay with me..”

Dammit! Where is the ambulance?!!

He started to gently shake her, hoping the movement would open her eyes.

No response.

“C’mon,” he muttered. “Wake up!”

Please wake up. Please. I’ll do anything, anything, for you to just open your eyes again. C’mon, please.

Still applying pressure to the wound, he tried again to gently shake her awake, but the life had already faded from the her body.

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Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3

[natti-ice]

speaking my truth guys

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[elliewithcellie]

Long Cool Woman - Chapter 1

chapter summary: You entered the hunting life against your will, but your father's friend Bobby Singer is there to watch over you (eventual Sam x reader)

wc: 4.1k

cw: spn canon violence, language?, many deaths, fem!reader, reader sustains major injuries

a/n: consider this an origin story. Find the rest of the story here

You woke up to the creak of your door, an inch of light shining across your face. With blurred vision, you jerked up from bed, swinging your fists at the silhouetted man approaching you.

“Hey, hey. It’s me. It’s Sam,” Sam said. He grabbed a hold of your arms and brought them down to your lap. “You’re ok.”

Your eyes adjusted and your breathing slowed. You rested your head on Sam as you caught your breath. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“Same one?”

You nodded against his chest.

Sam swept the damp hair from your forehead. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head. “It’s the same as always. Nothing much to it.”

“Well, I’m here if you need me. We’re leaving in thirty, ok?”

“Got it.”

As Sam left your room, you slid out of bed. Your bare feet found the cold cement floor, your steps the only sound to echo against the walls. You grabbed your towel and some clothes and headed out the door toward the shower.

You stayed intentional about the thoughts in your head. As the water splashed against your skin, you took deep breaths. But the silence was haunting. This reoccurring nightmare weighed you down like a shadow, always present in the light, and all-consuming in the darkness. You didn’t want to think about it. You didn’t have the time. You had work to do.

You dried yourself off and dressed in your usual attire. You returned to your room, hung up your towel, and packed some clothes, before heading out the door.

You met the boys in the library. Sam packed books while Dean double-checked that the weapons were all primed and prepared. You sat beside them, your mind wandering.

“We ready?” Dean asked, snapping you from your daze. The two of them already had their duffle bags pulled over their shoulders, with Sam holding yours out toward you.

“Yeah, sorry. Let’s go,” you said. The three of you walked to the garage, packed the things into the Impala, and set out without any further delay. 

You sat in the backseat, flashes of your midnight terrors refusing to fade away. Today would be one of your rough days, you began to realize.

*****

You weren’t always this anxious. Before you met the boys, your life was normal: a mom, a dad, and a little brother. You all were a very tight-knit family. With no extended family, you only had each other. And it was all you needed.

Then the accident happened.

Your family was doing what they always did: travel; this time, to California. The drive was normal. Road trip games, singing, the occasional bickering; everything to be expected when a long straight road was the only view for hours. You were reading when it happened. The car swerved off the road and flipped into the median.

You woke up in the hospital the following morning, choking on the breathing tube in your throat. The stationed nurse pulled the tube out and ran to get the doctor. The nurse returned with the doctor and a man in a flannel shirt and a trucker hat. As the doctor checked your vitals, you couldn’t help but notice the man sitting in the back. He wore a look of guilt, almost refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Sorry—” you interrupted, “—who are you?”

Your voice didn’t feel like your own. It was hoarse and pained you to use, but you needed to know.

The doctor stopped and stepped back. All eyes were on the man now. He took a breath and stood up, slowly approaching you.

“I’m Bobby,” he said. His voice was gruff, but his eyes stayed soft and sincere. “I—I used to be a friend of your father’s.”

He removed his hat, releasing his frizzy, gray hair. His hands fiddled with the rim of his hat. He looked down again.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

You watched the man crumble his hat and look up at the doctor.

The doctor spoke first. “I’m very sorry, but your family didn’t survive the accident. We did everything we could. I’m sorry.”

“I—” The words were not registering. “That’s impossible. What does that mean? I—I—you don’t know what you’re talking about.” You felt yourself getting angry as tears formed in your eyes. “No, no, no. You’re lying. You’re lying!”

The dam broke, and you sobbed into your hands. The doctor and Bobby stood by your side as you cried. You cried and cried, the only sound filling the room. You felt your lungs getting tighter and your breaths shorter. You began panicking, thoughts and fears flooding your mind, and a single memory: black eyes.

The doctor soothed you down and gave you a sleeping pill to rest. You woke again to Bobby asleep in the chair you had met him in. The pain from the accident began to kick in. You felt weak and tired. So tired. You let out a feeble cough, accidentally stirring Bobby.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“Nonsense.” He stood up and dragged the chair to your bedside. “How’re you feelin’, kiddo?”

“Why are you here?”

He sighed. “I’m here to take you home. I mean to my neck of the woods. When you’re ready of course. I don’t mean to startle you. I know we haven’t met, but your dad asked me to be guardian in case. And I know you’ll be 18 soon, so it doesn’t have to be long, but you’re not completely alone, ok?”

It was a lot to take in. And yet, a wave of peace washed over you as you listened to him. You couldn’t explain it, but you could tell he was good. And if your dad believed in Bobby, you were willing to give him a chance, too.

For the next few days, Bobby came by to sit with you, watching daytime television and pushing you in a wheelchair for little walks. Bobby wasn’t one to talk, which you appreciated. You didn’t want to talk, but he was always there.

Then it was finally time to leave. You were a little nervous, not ready to leave, and not ready to admit they were gone. Bobby helped you into his pickup truck, and with a deep breath from you both, you headed to your new home.

Bobby pulled up to a dirt road with an archway that said “Singer Auto Salvage” in mismatched metallic letters. Hundreds of beat-up cars littered each side of the road, some with more hope than others. He parked next to a ragged, wooden house with siding peeling down and the roof slightly caving in.

“Home, sweet home,” he muttered. “I know it’s not much, but it has cable and Wi-Fi.”

You gave a small smile, and the two of you walked in.

The inside wasn’t much better than the outside, but it had the necessities: a couch, an armchair, and a TV. In the next room, hundreds if not thousands of books lined the walls, with paper disorganized along the floor. Some had pictures you had never seen, but you were too exhausted to care.

Bobby led you to the kitchen and pulled a chair out for you. He opened the fridge and placed a sandwich in front of you.

“Dig in,” he said with a smile on his face. You gladly accepted, suddenly realizing how hungry you were.

When you finished eating, Bobby jumped up from the table. “You wanna see your room, now?”

You nodded. You followed him up the stairs and down a hallway. “Here we are.”

He opened the door. Inside were things from your old room. Your books sat on top of a wooden desk, and your clothes hung nicely in the wardrobe in the corner. The bed had clean sheets, a quilt on top, and a blanket neatly folded at the edge of the bed.

“You did this for me?” you asked.

“Just wanted you to feel comfortable is all.”

You wandered around your new room, in awe of everything he put together for you.

“I’ll let you be, now. Just know I’m the room across from yours if you need anything, but I’m usually in my chair downstairs.” He chuckled. “Oh, and the bathroom’s on the right, so, there you go.”

You circled around and hugged Bobby. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“You got it, kiddo.”

You didn’t return to school. You ached for weeks after the accident, usually sleeping the day away. You’d wake up to a knock on your door as the sun set, a sandwich usually behind it.

The nights were worse. Images of your family haunted your dreams. You couldn’t help but replay the crash over and over in your mind. But, truly, the one thing you couldn’t shake: the memory of black eyes. You couldn’t figure out why you kept seeing them. Everything happened so fast. It must have been a dream. You were disoriented. But the feeling of dread never rescinded from your body.

Two months had passed, and you had healed. You felt comfortable enough to walk downstairs and sit with Bobby while he watched TV. Rarely a word was spoken between the two of you. You sat comfortably in the silence. There was no pressure, no expectation to perform for Bobby. With the weight lifted, you felt safe to speak.

“Have you –” you cleared your throat. “Have you always lived alone?”

Bobby chuckled. “I figured you’d wanna know about me sooner or later. I used to have a wife. Prettiest girl, she was.”

“What was she like?”

“Oh, my girl? Aw, I don’t wanna bore you.”

You positioned yourself on the couch to face Bobby, folding your legs up to your chest.

“Oh, man. Well, she had a smile that could change lives. A flash of her smile could put any heart at ease. And she had a laugh that was like music spreading from room to room. She’d cackle, you know, at the littlest things. And you’d be silly not to join in. She was captivating that way.

“You’d know she was home, too. I’d walk in from work, and she’d just be humming. She would hum all the time, melodies that I’d never heard and never cared to investigate. It was how I knew she was in a good mood.

“Oh, and she’d bake. Pies of all kinds. We got an apple tree in the yard, so I guess that was most common. And fine by me. She’d fret about having too much of this and not enough that, but each slice was sent from heaven itself. We’d have all these pies just lyin’ around, and since it was just the two of us, they couldn’t all be eaten.”

“Did you guys ever want kids?” you asked.

The nostalgic look on Bobby’s face turned to one of longing. “Wasn’t in the cards for us, I suppose. But I know, she woulda loved having you here.”

You shared a small smile.

A knock interrupted the serenity of the conversation. Again, Bobby’s eyes changed. “Upstairs. Now.”

Without a second thought, you obeyed. You practically jogged up the steps and closed your door behind you, your lungs stretching for air. You sat in your bed motionless until you heard footsteps nearing your door. Then a knock.

“All clear,” Bobby said. “Come out if you’re ready.” His voice returned to his soft demeanor, an abrupt switch from before.

You returned downstairs where Bobby greeted you with a sandwich.

Over the next few months, the two of you grew fond of each other. More conversations took place, and a rhythm developed. Meals together by the TV became a tradition, and you felt yourself smiling more. You felt like a person again. You were beginning to sleep again, the thoughts and fears pushed to the back of your mind.

But then someone would knock again. You’d be sent to your room in a hurry, not a sound to be heard from you. Sometimes, you’d press your ear to the door or the floorboards. Sometimes, you heard other men talking and thuds on the floor. Sometimes, there was anger. Sometimes, there were sounds that you had never heard before. But there was always silence at the end. Always an emptiness that crawled its way up to the second floor. It always sent chills up your spine. And there was always a knock on your door to inform you that “the coast is clear”.

It was your 18th birthday, something you didn’t want to make a fuss over, but Bobby remembered anyway. He surprised you with bacon and eggs for breakfast and a gift bag on the table.

“Bobby, why’d you—”

“Eighteen! It’s a big day! Open it up! Open it!” He pushed the bag closer.

You lifted the paper out and felt around for the gift. You pulled out a picture frame of you and Bobby in his truck that you had taken on his phone.

“Maybe I’m just sentimental, but I thought it was a nice picture of us, so I got it framed. I hope that’s alright.” Bobby’s face turned red at his words.

“I love it.” You beamed. “Thank you.”

You reached out and hugged Bobby. He tensed at the touch, eventually relaxing into it.

“Alright, kiddo, eat up. I got some movies lined up I think you’ll like. I have one more surprise for later.”

You had settled into the couch, trying to follow along to The Caine Mutiny, when someone knocked. You knew the drill, but your heart pounded just as quickly as every other time. You ran upstairs before Bobby could say a word.

You found yourself tearing up. You hated when these days happened. It was your day. It terrified you to think what could be taking place on the floor beneath you. You sulked in your room. But something in your soul told you to peek this time. You tried to fight it; you really did. But you should have fought harder.

With the utmost grace and care, you opened the door. The voices were more distinct now. Three new men had entered the house, all yelling – almost screaming – over each other. You snuck over to the top of the steps, trekking down with caution. You saw Bobby leaning on his wall of books, frantically flipping through pages. A young man read aloud from another book, reciting something you were sure wasn’t English. In the center of the room sat a man tied to a chair, screaming up at a fourth young man, who threatened the man in the chair in return.

A shudder ran down your spine. You shook your head in disbelief at what you were seeing. For a moment, you saw something you had repressed all those months ago. The man in the chair’s eyes flickered black. You began to panic. The back door was directly to your right. You knew whatever was happening was going to happen to you next. You had to get out.

In a mad dash, you sprinted for the door. You didn’t wait for it to slam behind you as you ran with no destination in mind. All you knew was that you couldn’t stay there.

You found the main road and withered to a walk. Tears welled in your eyes. You liked Bobby. You had grown to trust him. But it looked like you had to care for yourself, now. Some birthday.

The rain fell without a warning. The setting sky and your soaked skin forced chills from you, your teeth chattering uncontrollably. Tears joined the rain, your heart breaking in grief again. You felt more alone than your mind could fully comprehend.

The first car you had seen in miles pulled up behind you, Bobby’s old pickup truck.

“Please, get in the car. I’ll explain everything. Just please, you’ll get sick like this!”

“Go to hell!” you yelled.

“I know what you saw was crazy. Hell, I still think it’s goddamn insane! But let’s talk!”

“Go. To. Hell.”

Bobby sighed. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, and his eyebrows furrowed together. He parked his car in the street. “I know you’re scared. I also know you don’t have to listen to me. You’re 18, now. You’re free to go, and I can’t stop you if that’s what you want. I’ve wanted to protect you from this for so long, but I should have known.”

You thought for a moment. “I just have one question.”

“Anything.”

“Did that man in there…did he have black eyes?” You shuddered at your own words.

“You saw them?”

That was all the confirmation you needed for your world to cave in. You stumbled off the pavement, desperate to find balance.

“Y/N?”

You worked your way over to the truck, determined to know the truth once and for all.

“What do you know about black eyes?”

“Always straight to it,” Bobby sighed. “What do you know?”

“I—” You weren’t sure you should continue. You knew you’d sound crazy, but what you’d seen was far crazier. “In the crash, I can’t explain it. I saw black eyes. I can’t trace them. The accident was too fast. But I’ve seen those eyes over and over, Bobby. But it had to be a dream… or a nightmare. It had to be, right?”

Bobby stayed silent as if only to contemplate your words, listening carefully.

“But I saw them again” you continued. “In that guy you tied up. Why was that guy tied up? What haven’t you been telling me?”

Bobby took a deep breath. “It’s time we had a long talk.”

Bobby then told you everything as he drove you back home. Monsters were real. Ghosts, werewolves, and demons, what he and “The Winchesters” were exorcising in the living room earlier. He explained that your dad used to hunt with Bobby but met your mom and left the “hunter life”. Your dad never wanted his family to fall back into this and did everything he could to stop it. But it caught back up with him.

Bobby ushered you back into his home. The silence swelled against the walls, juxtaposing the earlier events. The memories remained, however, flooding your senses and manifesting in chills.

“And I only wanted to protect you like your father’s wishes,” Bobby said as you both walked upstairs to your room. He seemed close to tears, defeated. “I just want you to know that what you saw was real. And I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe if you let me.”

You completely forgot. This was up to you, now. It was your call to make. “I need some time,” you said.

“Of course. I understand. Take all the time you need. I’ll be downstairs.” He stood up and closed the door behind him.

After reflecting on all the information you were given, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were scared out of your mind and didn’t know what to do about it. You needed help. You climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen.

There you found Bobby attempting to make a pie.

“What’s that for?” you asked.

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” Bobby’s head hung low. “It’s still your birthday.”

Your gaze softened, your heart relaxing as well. “Can I help?”

Bobby’s eyes brightened. He fought the smile forming on his face. “Go wash your hands.”

The next several years were devoted to learning the trade. You eventually read every book in that house, soaking up all the knowledge you could. There was no more time to waste. You had to be prepared.

Sometimes, the Winchesters would knock their never-expected knock, and you still returned to your room, as nothing good ever happened when the boys arrived. Lately, Bobby took trips with the boys. He never explained why, but he always promised to be back before you knew it. He’d ask Sheriff Mills to drop in on you periodically. If you had to guess, the sheriff was the only other person who knew you were there. It was nice to have another woman around, even if it was just for safety.

On the last trip Bobby left for, the sheriff wasn’t available. You assured him that you would be fine.

“Don’t be an idjit,” Bobby said. And then he left.

Bobby was gone longer than usual. The second week became the third, and you were worried. The third week became a month when the front door finally opened. But it wasn’t Bobby who stepped through.

“Y/N,” you heard one of the Winchesters call out. “It’s the Winchesters. We need to talk.”

You peeked down the steps and found them wandering around the living room. You met them in the hallway, arms crossed over your chest.

“Where’s Bobby?” you asked.

The tall one spoke up first. “I’m Sam, and this is Dean. We don’t have much time, but we’re here to take you somewhere safe.”

“What’s wrong with here? Where’s Bobby?” you repeated.

“Bobby’s dead,” Dean yelled. “Bobby’s dead, and demons are on their way to kill you. We have to go, now!”

Bursting through the ceiling, five demons appeared one by one, surrounding you and the Winchesters in the living room. Sam and Dean pulled out their weapons and guarded you without missing a beat.

“I think you have something that belongs to us,” a demon said with a toothy grin.

“She’s not going anywhere,” said Dean. All of the demons’ eyes flickered black and lunged at the boys.

You ran for the kitchen and hid under the table. You covered your ears. The yelling and screaming were all too much to handle. A set of shoes walked into the kitchen. They kicked the table, causing it to fly into the window behind you like it was weightless. You tried to run, but you were too late. The demon flicked its hand up, and you flew across the room, pinned to the refrigerator.

The demon sauntered over to you, a smirk plastered on their face. “You’ve been MIA for quite some time, you know that?”

You squirmed and twisted, struggling to free yourself from the imaginary hold.

“It’s not personal, babe. It’s just business, I swear.” The demon laughed.

You felt not fear but anger boiling over the surface. You were beginning to put the pieces together. Your family was a job; years of agony and grieving just to be an assignment. And you were the finishing touch. You spit in the demon’s face.

The demon wiped their face and narrowed their eyes. “Alright. Now it’s personal.”

The demon grabbed you by the throat, slamming your head into the wall. You screamed but no sound came out. You couldn’t breathe. Panic consumed you, desperate to recall anything you could from your studies.

“EXORCIZAMUS TE, OMNIS IMMUNDUS SPIRITUS OMNIS SATANICA POTESTAS”

The demon released their grasp, dropping to their knees. They grabbed at their throat like they were choking, longing for air that was suddenly gone.

Sam took over, and more screams echoed throughout the house. You dropped from the wall onto your knees, gasping for air.

The demon caught your wrists and dragged you toward them. You shrieked in pain, the grasp of the demon’s hands burning through your skin.

“Remember these,” the demon said, now clawing into your skin, blood dripping like rain down your arms. Tears ran down your face, but you refused to look away. “I’ll be back for you.”

With Sam reciting the final line of the exorcism, the demon laughed. Then they opened their mouth, black smoke escaping. And like a dense fog, they fell to the ground and burned beneath the floorboards.

Sam and Dean ran into the kitchen. Your heart pounded through your chest. You looked at the open wounds on your arms and felt your vision blur.

“Woah, hey, you’re ok, you’re ok. You’re gonna be fine,” Sam said as he and Dean rushed to your side.

“I don’t feel good,” was all you could say. You felt yourself floating in and out of consciousness, catching moments of “Sam! Water!” and “God, there’s gotta be rags around here somewhere!”

Dean slid behind you and scooped you into his arms, keeping you upright. You rested your head on his chest while Sam tended to your arms to stop the bleeding.

“Sorry, sorry,” you couldn’t help but say.

“You’re fine,” Sam said. “Just stay awake, ok?”

You nodded. You winced at the pressure he put on your arms, tears streaking your face. You didn’t dare look at the work Sam did on you, so you watched him instead. His eyebrows pinched together, focus and urgency his primary expression. Yet, his breathing stayed steady, allowing you to follow suit.

Once you were patched up to Sam’s liking, the two boys helped you to the car. You were sure they were talking to you, but you couldn’t hear them. You could only sit there in shock at what your life had become.

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