Mismatched Hearts

Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Robb have been friends since childhood; the two harboring feelings for one another without the others’ knowledge. When Robb’s mother makes the choice to meddle in his love life by constructing an engagement between the two—Robb is left with guilt at the belief that he has trapped her in an unwanted marriage with him because of his status. Neither one choosing to confess their feelings or address the situation; they do more harm than good towards their friendship and future marriage.

Warnings: angst angst but fluff but angst but fluff yk

Word count: 5996

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Secret desires

Summary: You and Stephen have been sneaking around for just over a month. One day, you have a close call when someone knocks on the door to Stephen's room when you and Stephen are doing certain activities.

Word count: 3.1k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

Trope: Explicit smut, Age gap, Daddy kink (18+ Warning, Minors DNI)

A/N: Hope you like this other idea I thought of. Thank you @strangelockd for helping me with ideas for this fic.

Imagine:

Being the Frey girl betrothed to Robb Stark

Request: Yes or No

Did not intend for this to be long

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It was supposed to be the perfect day. Many little ladies dreamt of their weddings, dreamily wondering about their future husbands and the family they'd create together. Your dreams of the perfect wedding had been brief, crushed quickly under the boot of your father, Walder Frey, and you were forced to accept that you'd be marrying out of duty rather than true love.

i honestly dont think cas even comprehended the fact that dean said morning sunshine. his mind was busy with something so he was expecting a good morning cas or something so he didn’t even hear dean call him sunshine. would’ve been funny if he realized that while he was driving or something

#crashes his car. absolutely cannot tell dean why he crashed his car. tells dean he um. ran out of gas again and just abandoned it

“We’ve talked about this,” Dean tells Cas, who is maintaining a stony silence. “That’s not how cars work, Cas. I mean, where would I be if I just left Baby on the side of the road every time she was out of gas? It’s like leaving a dog on the side of the road cause you didn’t want to pick up after it.”

“Dogs are alive,” Cas says, continuing to stare straight ahead.

“Yeah, well, so’s Baby.”

“You do not have to do this.” The gas can sloshes slightly in the trunk. “I will simply obtain a new car.”

“You don’t need a new car, Cas, you just need to learn what to do in an emergency.”

“You do not have to do this,” Cas repeats, voice heavy.

“Well, what if something happens, huh? What if you get hurt and I’m not there? You stand a better chance in a car than you do just walking around the meatsuit.”

“Nothing is going to be able to hurt me, Dean.”

“You’re damn right it’s not, not after I show you how to gas up your car when we’re on the road.” They come to a fork in the road. “Is it left or right, Cas?” Dean looks at Cas, whose jaw is set. “Cas.”

“Left,” Cas finally grates out.

“Thank you! Is it so hard to be helpful?” Cas doesn’t say anything. “Y’know, you can quit being such a baby about this any time, you…”

Dean trails off, stopping the car dead. He looks at Cas, who continues to stare out the windshield.

Dean climbs out of the car to stare at Cas’ car, fully wrapped around a telephone pole. He approaches it and sees the only non crumpled part of the front of the car is roughly Cas shaped, a hole tore out the side for him to have gotten out of. There is absolutely no way to salvage it. Dean turns back to the Impala to see Cas has gotten out of it and is watching them, face set and maybe a little forlorn. Dean, currently out of words, gestures expansively at the car.

“I see it,” Cas answers.

Dean tries to verbalize his thoughts.

“Why?” Is all he can manage.

“Why which?”

Dean feels like he’s about to have a stroke. “Why any of it? Why did you let me take you out here when you knew it was like that?”

“I didn’t know how to get out of the lie.”

Dean looks back at the car. It’s completely totaled. It’s beyond totaled. Cas’ pimpmobile is in Car Heaven, partying it up with sexy lady cars and voluptuous Vespas.

“What happened, man?” He finally asks. Cas watches him for a moment. “Cas, I’m serious, something could’ve happened to you-“

Cas strides up to him, pushes him against the slim part of the pole that is not bedeviled with car, and plants one on him like he was born to do it. Like it’s his fucking job. Dean flails for a moment before his brain gets with the program, fisting a hand in Cas’ coat and resting the other on the back of his neck.

And then, just as abruptly, Cas pulls back. Dean and Cas stare at each other, Cas looking vaguely constipated, before suddenly he vanishes, leaving Dean alone with a wrecked car, a carton of gas in his trunk, and blanket fucking confusion.

“What the fuck?” Dean hollers and, somewhat predictably, nobody responds.

Hugs and Kisses

Dean Winchester x fem reader

You were chopping some vegetables when you felt a pair of arms encircle your waist.

"Dean, I'm cooking."

"I know." He murmured.

He began to gently press light kisses against your neck and shoulder.

"Stop, that tickles." You said, though a smile was evident in your voice.

He grunted in response and continued to kiss you, nipping at your skin a bit.

"You're very distracting." You said as you set the knife down and turned to face him, you rested your hands on his shoulders.

"Mhm." He was giving you that look that was reserved only for you.

It was soft, his face wasn't tense or frowning like it usually was. A smile graced his features, and his eyes were full of love.

"Do you want something, my love?"

"Maybe." His eyes flicked down to your lips.

"And what could that possibly be?"

You liked to make him ask outright. He always got a little sheepish about it, not used to wanting affection, let alone that type of affection. It made your heart flutter to see him shy and flustered.

"I think you know princess."

"Do I?" You grinned. You definitely did.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a few moments passed.

"Can I-can I kiss you?"

You grinned, "Yes Dean, you can kiss me."

Eagerly he leaned forward, lifting one hand to cup your cheek as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

Dean loved kissing you, it was intoxicating. He loved feeling you smile against his lips, he loved feeling you kiss back. He loved holding you while he did, feeling you so close to him. There was a time when he never thought he'd be able to do this.

You hummed in contentment as he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip and allowed him to deepen the kiss.

Your hands moved to run through his hair, he loved when you touched him so freely and lovingly.

Before, anytime he was touched by a woman it was sexual, they only want to get in his pants. But with you, you just wanted to touch him, to memorize the planes of his body and the feeling of his skin under your fingertips. He loved feeling your fingers run through his hair.

He gently pulled back, eyes taking in your face. The way you looked at him so adoringly.

"I love you." He said.

Both your eyes widened at the unexpected confession.

"Wait, shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-its too soon isn't it? Fuck y/n-"

"I love you too." You said quickly, before he could lose himself in his worries.

"Really?"

"Yes Dean. Really. I love you." You said softly.

You stood up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his forehead and he sighed in relief, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder.

The two of you stood there for awhile, content with standing in each other's arms.

"You're my world ya know," he finally said, lifting his head to meet your eyes, "You're my light, my life. You've given me so much and asked so little in return and I just...I'd do anything for you."

"Dean..."

"You don't have to say anything. You love me too, and that's made me happier than I've ever been. I don't think I could get much happier than this."

He was smiling so hard, his eyes were full of love, and he was looking at you like nothing else mattered.

"I don't need anyone but you." You whispered.

And he leaned down and kissed you again, slow and sweet.

"Now," he said as he pulled back, "Why don't I help you finish up dinner?"

Pink, Sweet smelling dust

Paring: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: While on a witch hunt, you and Dean get some sort of dust thrown on you. After Dean ganks her, you two high-tail it to the bunker thinking the worst. Turns out that witch got her dusts mixed up and hit you guys with an aphrodisiac.

A/N: I heart Dean Winchester. The relationship between the two of you is unspecified and its implied that this is the first time you guys are having sex. I love the sex pollen au :P

Warnings: NSFW(18+) car sex, rough sex, unprotected sex

Old Man

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Summary: Dean never had a problem with the age gap between you two; not until now any way Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: Age Gap, Cursing (13x), Sexual Innuendos, Dean talking bad about himself, Frat guys giving Y/N the disrespect she doesn’t deserve Authors Note: Me and Jensen have a 17-year age gap – what’s your age gap? | This came out A LOT longer than I expected | I don’t know how to write frat guys xD | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

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♥︎ boulevard of broken dreams ♥︎

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Dean grunted softly as he moved his hand up and down his cock. He smirked beside him at his sleeping girlfriend, and then looked ahead at the silhouette of his hand beneath the sheets moving up and down, outlined by the street light shining through the thin curtains. The sound of the sheets ruffling was loud in the nighttime, almost muffling the sound of his cock, and he carefully shoved the sheets off himself while keeping Y/N blanketed.

Hunter Insert

Dean Winchester x Reader

Synopsis: You really didn’t mean to, but somehow you’d stumbled upon something called Tumblr - and in turn fanfiction. You may or may not get addicted to reader inserts featuring your favorite teammate. You may or may not get caught.

Warnings: Smut, second-hand embarrassment, adorable Dean, fanfiction cliches, fanfiction cliches turned on their heads, fluffy smut.  It’s ok (and quite adorable, honestly) to laugh during sexytimes.

A/N: This is just a reworking of one of my most popular Bucky x reader fics!  Tweaked for the Supernatural world and storyline. No Beta, so be kind!

You’d had a thing for Dean Winchester for longer than you could remember.

It probably all started when you met Sam Winchester at school.  The tall goober took to you immediately.  Your calming presence and warm smile lured him in and you became fast friends, giving Sam a bond he hadn’t felt in a long time.  You were the only one he trusted enough to tell the truth about his family and their business.  He spoke of his older brother with bucket loads of admiration, though he would never admit it to the man in question.  When he told stories of their shenanigans back in the day, his eyes would light up but then his smile would fall just as quickly when he also recalled his father.  You fell in love with the idea of a man glorious enough to make even displaced, ‘unwanted’ (his words, not yours), and jaded Sam smile like the kid he never got to be.

They say reality never lives up to the stories, but lord almighty were they wrong.

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Feels Like the First Time - Dean Winchester

Written for @deanwanddamons SPN Flash Fic Challenge. Inspired by the song "Feels Like the First Time" by Foreigner. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Pwp, Dean is eating out the reader

Warnings: 18+, pure smut, oral (f)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (320 words)

“Christ, Dean.” Her raspy words left him chuckling, green eyes flickering up to admire her pleasure-drunken features. Dean was nestling between her thighs, arms wrapped around them to keep her in place. His mouth was working on her heat, drunk on her taste, unable to hold back the moans that wanted to claw through him whenever she pushed herself closer to his tongue. 

Fuck A Friendship

Warnings: Strong Language, Mature Theme (rough sex), Mentions of Alcohol

we interrupt our regularly scheduled program for a request.. no worries though part (vii) being written as you read this!

Requested: @suckitands33

Anything Jensen/Dean Tags: @jc-winchester @mrsjenniferwinchester

this will switch point of views, it will be indicated with italics

Reader

“what the fuck is wrong with you Dean? I had that!” I seethed.

Once again Dean had got in the way.

“yeah okay, you’re lucky I was there to save your ass…again!” He huffed throwing his bag down.

“hate to break it to you Dean but acting like a dick won’t make yours any bigger.”

I could see his eyes cloud over in rage.

“at least I’m not acting like an ungrateful bitch.” He jabbed.

“a bitch wow really? well then in that case I guess that means you’re not the only dog in the room.” I said rolling my eyes.

“maybe with all that eye rolling you’ll actually find a brain in that pretty little head of yours.” He smirked his words laced with anger.

“awe Dean I think you’re pretty too… pretty damn annoying.”

It was no secret Dean and I butted heads. I was sick of him treating me like a child. It was bad enough he treated Sam that way but now he was constantly looming over me too. I walked in to the study but of course he followed me. He always had to get the last word in any argument.

“how about we just skip right to the makeup sex.” Dean sneered.

You Should Probably Leave - Dean Winchester

Listen, I won't apologise for writing another fic inspired by a song I like. Y'all just have to deal with it. Inspired by "You should probably leave" by Chris Stapleton. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean and the reader have a secret thing going on behind Sam's back, a back and forth Dean wants to keep to himself, while the reader slowly grows tired of it. Or: When the reader gives Dean a choice, a relationship or a path they no longer walk together.

Warnings: 18+, some descriptions of smut, some feels, friends with benefits turned lovers

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.2k words)

I know it ain't all that late, but you should probably leave

Another bottle of beer was placed on the wooden desk, soon replaced by a pair of black, worn out shoes. Dean was leaning back in his chair, green eyes set on her features, “It’s late.”

“How charming. Don’t worry, Dean, I’ll leave in a minute.” (Y/n) reached for her wine, drowning the last gulps before she rose from the bed Dean had fucked her on minutes ago. Her legs were tired, threatening to give out, and yet she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, trying to keep her features emotionless. A heavy sigh rolled off his tongue as he watched her move towards the door, taking her half-full bottle of wine with her. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” 

Wrong Time

Description: Dean doesn’t know how to act right. Sam doesn’t get the animosity. Reader is just trying to live life. Otherwise known as Mutual Pining: the Fanfic.

Pairing: jealous!Dean Winchester x Reader, platonic!Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: jealous dean :), minor angst, spells and other supernatural things, plenty of fluff

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: originally posted on tumblr like 3 years ago (rip in peace to the like 3k notes it had). then posted to ao3. now it’s back on tumblr.

I walked into the bunker after Sam and Dean, throwing my bag down as soon as my feet hit the floor. I shuffled into the library, noticing Castiel at a table on a laptop.

“How was the hunt?” He looked up at me.

“It was crap,” Dean answered gruffly. I took a chance look at him, and he shot me a glare that could kill. “I’m taking a shower.”

Sam watched his brother stalk past. “I— it was… Fine. I mean, something almost went wrong, but we all ended up okay.”

Cas nodded slowly. Then he noticed my expression. “Are you okay, (Y/N)? You look unwell.”

“It was my fault.”

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“Is there a problem, Sheriff?” Y/N asked when she rolled down her window. She blinked up at him innocently, ID and driver’s licence ready in her hand, she showed it to him so he could take it before he even asked.

“L/N, Y/N?” He asked, staring down at the two cards. “Gotta say these don’t do you justice, darlin’,” he said casually, handing them back to her, then stepped back. “Step out of the vehicle, ma’am,” he ordered, putting his hands on his hips expectantly. She blinked up at him, shoved her cards into her purse and did as he asked.

I still can't get over the pillow thing..

what the FUCK do you mean the colt was hidden under your pillow and Cas came into your room and "played you" and took it????

like. even if he had confused or distracted Dean by talking... Someone approaching your bed and removing a fucking GUN from under the PILLOW is pretty fucking hard to miss. UNLESS you were too tired and spent from mind-blowing gay sex that you were passed out and didn't notice

bc that's literally the only explanation.. How else do you expect me to believe that the best hunter in the world was wide awake and in the room watching Cas take the gun and he didn't notice?? He did nothing to stop him???? Nah fam, that boi was well fucked and fast asleep

bc also how else would Cas know that the colt was under Dean's pillow to begin with?? if people were hiding a valuable object from me, inside a fucking fortified bunker, the first place I'd look WOULDN'T be under my "best friend"'s pillow. how on earth would it even occur to him to look there, if he wasn't already there??.

Cas was there to fuck Dean, and once he was on the bed, he happened to notice the gun and decided to wait until Dean was asleep to take it. It's literally the only explanation! how else could it have happened?? why didn't they show it on screen, if it wasn't gay???