Dean X Reader: Possession (One-Shot!)
Dean X Reader: Possession (One-Shot!)
You were about to walk upstairs to go to bed when you heard the doorbell ring, it was far past midnight, you set your book down on a nearby table and opened the door to see your boyfriend Dean standing on the porch, his face and clothes splattered in blood. Dean walked inside and set his duffle bag down on the table, he then walked upstairs and into the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror utterly horrified and quickly washed the blood off his face.
“I thought you were on a hunting trip with your brother… It looked like you murdered someone Dean…” You mumbled, “Did you get attacked by something?” You asked, seeing the long slash marks on the back of his jacket.
“We need to talk…” Dean uttered, he carefully removed his jacket, he winced when he removed his shirt to reveal long slash marks on his chest.
Take Me Down (Dean x Reader) Part 3(A/N) Just imagine Andrew Scott as the demon cos that's what i did lol
The cool desert wind beat against your face as you hurtled down the lonesome desert road. Led Zepplin was blasting out of all the open windows into the clear night. Your hair was whipping all around you, completely untamed. You glanced in the rear view mirror and saw your bloodshot eyes staring back. They were swollen and puffy, silent tears still streaming out, smearing your days old eyeliner even more than it already was.
You turned away and looked back out at the abyss in front of you, taking a long drink amber whiskey before tossing it in the seat next to you.
You squinted your eyes as you looked into the distance. You sped along for a few more minutes before suddenly slamming on the brakes as you jerked the wheel to the side.
The Impala skid violently to the right. When it stopped the headlights illuminated where two sandy roads met.
You sat still, just staring out at the paths as the radio contin
True Family (Sam x Reader)(A/n)I wrote this like two weeks ago and posted it on Tumblr but totally forgot to put it here...sorry!
(A/N) This involves scenes from the season 14 premiere. If you like Mary Winchester you might not like it because I do not like her very much at all and this piece reflects that. Just warning you. But Sam’s in it so read for him lol Also I didn’t proof read because its 630 am and i’m tired.]
The door to the bunker opened with a groan. Out of habit you expected to met with silence and stillness. Instead you heard the clamor of hunters. You saw various people milling about here and there. It made you uneasy. It felt like a bunch of strangers had just taken over your home. You knew they were good people, or least you think you knew. You didn’t really know any of them personally. You hadn’t gotten the time too. A part of you felt guilty over it. These people had helped you and all you could think about was how they were constantly moving thing
Prank Wars Part II Gabriel X Reader Lately, you have been feeling a bit under the weather. No particular reason really, you have just been in a bad mood. The Winchesters weren't helping, oh hell no. Dean was constantly annoying you about you trying to keep a more healthier food selection. And Sam tried to be helpful, but ended up becoming more of a nuisance saying "its okay" or "everything will be alright". Dammit Sammy! We are hunters! Nothing is never alright
But, Gabe just came along and cheered you up instantly. With his sweet addiction and his love of pranks, hence his name, The Trickster, he knew the perfect remedy to anything. So the second official prank battle between you and Gabe vs. the Winchesters began. You told Gabe about the previous one involving you and Dean. The hide and seek game that ended with Dean pissing himself and getting ice water poured over his head. You also showed him the video, which made him even more anxious for the first prank to be unveiled.
"Okay, (Y/N). I'm thinking I play a little Lo
Prank Wars Part I Dean Winchester X Reader"You're it." You whisper and run away from Dean. You two had been playing tag in the bunker since you got back from your recent hunt. It was something to kill time.
"I'm gonna get you (Y/N)!" Dean yelled as he ran in your general direction.
"Keep it down! Some of us don't want to act like 5 year old's all the time." Sam mumbled from the library.
You decided to hide this time, so you climbed on the top shelf in your closet. Dean couldn't reach to tag you, though he was taller than you.
"(Y/N), I know you are in here!" Dean entered your room and looked under the bed. You stifled a laugh so Dean couldn't hear you. "Where the hell are you?" Dean slammed your closet doors open and looked at the small pile of clothes on the floor. Distraction from the main even up top.
You decided to help out Dean. "Up here you idjit." You scooted closer to the back of the closet even further.
"How the-? Never mind, your it!" Dean tried to tag you, but alas, he could not reach you as you predicted. "Why.. ca
Infected Part IV Dean Winchester X ReaderThis is a "pick your own ending" and last part of the Infected series. However, you don't know what ending you will be getting
Your mind was racing a mile a minute. No. Your brain was deceiving you, your eyes playing tricks, the lighting was off. It was dark and Dean only had some other illness that you couldn't place, this was not the Croataon virus. He cared for you, that's why he pushed you out to suddenly, so you wouldn't get sick with whatever he had. You had landed on the cold dirt, your butt covered in dust from the hard shove Dean gave you. Your hands shook as they palmed the ground, your fears racing through your body. You swallowed hard, your mouth dry. Your eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears, even though you had no idea what was truly going on.
"Dean..." Your voice was at best a hoarse whisper.
You kept thinking back to Dean's face, it was twisted with fear, pain, and murder. His eyes held no light, no softness, no teasing twinkle. His eyebrows were knit
Infected Part III Dean Winchester X ReaderLight poured in through the shredded spots of the fabric tent. It shone onto your face and seeped through to your hooded eyes. Groaning, you turned your face away from the light, the arm around you adjusting to the change in position. But you couldn't fall back to sleep on a day like this. Not when this was your first day off in months. Not when this was the first day since you and Dean became an official pair that you had off. Parading around for months with teenage love dancing in your eyes.
"Dean." You whispered, but it was not enough to stir the sleeping man. "Dean wake up." You lightly patted his face, the stubble from his cheeks poking your palm. "Goddammit man don't make me kick you." You muttered, annoyed.
All he did was pull you closer.
"Why does your tent have to be so much nicer than mine?" He sighed, still half asleep, placing his chin on top of your head.
"Because I'm a captain, your just a soldier." You explained, tracing a random design on his bare chest.
Infected Part II Dean Winchester X ReaderTall, but not as tall as Sam. Handsome, yet had that rugged look. Blonde, but not like the blazing sun, more like wet sand on a beach. Toned, fit, and agile, training had been paying off. Humorous, even during battle. Dependent, the connection was obviously clear with Sam. Experienced, more than anyone should be at this day and age. Scarred; mentally, physically, emotionally.
Camp 14 was having it's annual Friday night King of the Court skirmish, although the soldiers here call it King of the Camp. Rules were simple. Two people fight, the one who wins moves onto the next round. Whoever beats as many people as they can in a row wins. The men here claimed that this was "A method to blow of steam", which you didn't exactly buy. You never participated in these little matches, knowing you would drop each of them like flies without have to raise your hands. Why dirty your hand even more when you could only take showers two times a week?
Dean Winchester was the new recruit that w
Infected Part I Dean Winchester X ReaderKansas City, Missouri. A city overrun with the deadly disease, the Croatoan virus. It is known that this virus turns any living being into a mindless flesh eater, only locking on the scent of skin and blood, pursuing the victim with haste. This infection is unforgiving, never slowing the spread of it's deadly toxins until the host's body cannot live with them anymore, and they move on. With no cure, unless its a bullet to the head, survival rates have dropped into the low twenties. The life expectancy now is 30's-40's, anyone who lives longer than 50 is said to have become immune to the virus and is encouraged to donate blood, although no real scientific evidence proves this may cure the disease.
Elderly have almost all died out, having little to no ways to stop the virus, they die almost instantly. Pregnant mothers are even more exposed to the disease, yet the effects are different. Rather than over taking the woman, the Croatoan virus develops in the fetus, but doesn't kill it as the
Substitute detective (Lucifer X reader) part 4Back at the victim’s house, you knocked on the door. The wife Jamie Skylor answered, she let her in. “detective, do you have any other news?”
“None that i can say. I have a few questions for you.” You said.
She nods. “Care for some coffee?”
“Do you have tea?” You ask.
Mrs. Skylor nods, leading you to the kitchen. You sat down at the table as Mrs. Skylor put a kettle on the stove. She also placed a tea bag into a mug. “What can you tell me about Robin’s coworker Samantha?”
The kettled soon whistled and she poured the hot water into the mug. “She was nice. Her and Robin went out for drinks once. Do you take sugar?”
“Only a little.” You answered watching her add sugar to the tea. She then poured herself a cup of coffee and handed you the mug. “Have you m
Daddy Issues Ch6 Lucifer Morningstar x Reader 18+
After another rough night with Lucifer tearing into your scars, burning your flesh and forcing you to atone for the sinful worship you allowed onto your body you woke laying in the cold sheets of the all too familiar hotel room. Sitting up you still find yourself surprised by the lack of soreness, there really was something about being fucked by the devil that left you feeling...different. Every touch was electrifying and left you begging.
Slowly climbing out of the bed you had gone to take another shower like usual, this sort of thing becoming the normal routine for your mornings. The last few days you have been seeing Lucifer less and less, which left you wondering if he was growing bored with you. However you could never bring yourself to ask what he was up to, the Devil's business was his own and with everything he had done for you...
But you still found yourself wondering. As you stood beneath the running water you sighed softly, running your hands through your hair and just enjoy
Substitute detective (Lucifer X reader) part 3It was the next morning at the station, you sat in your desk drinking your usual cup of tea. Looking over the most recent lab report, it looked like Ella found out what poison it was. It was rat poison. You started thinking as Lucifer came over to your desk. He smiled that devilish grin. “Morning Detective (l/n). How was your night?”
“Fine, Becket is still sick. So you’re stuck with me. I got the latest lab report. Wanna have a look?” You offer the file to him.
He shook his head. “No. What I want to know is where you went off to last night.”
“You don’t need to know everything. I need to focus on the case.” You place the file down and take another sip of your tea, shutting your eyes for a moment. “So we know she was killed by rat poison, had cat fur on her and was being in
Mating Season part3Chloe moaned irritable as the alarm clock blared on the nightstand eventually reaching up to silence the annoying sound. Swinging her legs out from underneath the blankets Chloe managed to sit up on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over the prominent baby bump she was sporting. Although everything was apparently going well according to the doctors Chloe had been seeing since discovering Lucifer had gotten her pregnant she wasn’t used to being this large at only 4 months. As Chloe contemplated the growing Nephilim inside her suddenly Lucifer popped his head around the entry to his bedroom with a giant grin plastered on his features at seeing Chloe awake.
“Excellent, you’re up,” Lucifer exclaimed happily bounding his way around to Chloe’s side of the bed
“Yeah, well I’ve got to get that paperwork handed into the lieutenant,” Chloe stated as
Lucifer extended a hand to help her get up.
Chloe groaned as she got up then slo
Substitute detective (Lucifer X reader) part 2“My deepest desire is to get on with the case. Now start the car, the lights green.” You answered
Lucifer laughed as he started the car and drove down the street. “Really, what is your deepest desire? Do you want love, money, a family?”
With a sigh you gave into his question. “I want to be the best detective I could be.”
“Why is that?” He asked.
“Family reasons.” You responded with and just stayed quiet as Lucifer drove. You texted one of your coworkers, getting the info on Ivan, the coworker the wife had mentioned. You found out he currently was working and told Lucifer to drive to the bank.
Getting there, Lucifer hopped out of the car and walked with you inside. Going to the nearest open clerk, he smiled as he spoke. “Hello, we need to speak to a man named Ivan. Could you direct him to us?”
ProtectiveHow would you classify a good morning? For Lucifer Morningstar it used to be waking up after a night of drinking next to at least 3 warm bodies, used to be…but now? Now it’s waking up next to the same warm body every morning, making breakfast then kissing Chloe goodbye as she took Trixie to school and went off to work. It’s all taken a little time to get used to however it wasn’t unpleasant especially when Chloe shot him those gorgeous smiles of hers or praised him for helping out around the house, surprising how the little things could bring such joy. This morning was the same as many before with Lucifer left cleaning up the breakfast dishes after Chloe had left the house with Trixie, dress shirt sleeves rolled up passed his elbows, no vest, jacket discarded over the back of the couch in the living area and wearing an apron around his waist. An hour after Chloe left with Trixie, Lucifer was just finishing cleaning up when his phone began to ring eliciting a con
lykke. | cullen rutherford
lykke. | cullen rutherford
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lykke means happiness.
it’s the freckles cluttered on the arch of her spine that makes him beam; whether she’s arching her back with pleasure, stretching in the early morning, or when he’s curled up next to her with his arms encasing her.
she never found fault with his fascination, rather, she prodded him with inane questions that made him flush. since that first night, basking in the afterglow, he pressed chaste kisses on the ridges of her spine.
her fingers trace over the wrinkles of his calloused palms, worrying over the faded scars, and he can feel his heart shatter once she bites her lower lip. they are constant reminders of what she could have prevented, the troubles he had faced alone, and the life he had spent living.
he tightens his grasp on her hands, tugging and placing them upon
Fire and GoldThey finally had a moment to breathe. The ragged group of survivors from Haven had made their home in this abandoned fortress. Skyhold was the answer to all of their prayers after the destruction of Haven by the Herald herself. Of course, that had been the best of a host of terrible options. Thanks to Chancellor Roderick, they hadn’t died along with Haven. And buildings could be rebuilt as long as they were all alive. Thankfully, the Herald and her companions had even been able to save all the people trapped or being attacked.
Everyone had settled into Skyhold and started making it a home and the home of the Inquisition itself. And, of course, they needed a leader. Not just the group that had been running things, composed of Cassandra, Leliana, Cullen, and Josephine. An actual leader, a figurehead, someone who would make the final decisions when presented with all of the options. And that was how Aysa found herself going from Herald to Inquisitor. It still felt odd. She hadn
Hearts Left BehindA gray sky threatened rain through the window of the Council meeting room. King Alistair Theirin sighed and dragged his attention back to one of his ministers. The man liked to drone on during these meetings, evidently enjoying the sound of his own voice. Or maybe he enjoyed the thought that Alistair’s attention was on him during his long speeches. He was getting cynical, Alistair thought to himself, and fought to stop a shake of the head that would have derailed the minister’s speech. He wouldn’t have stopped it except for the fact that, once before, he’d tried distracting the man hoping he would cut the speech short. Instead, it had resulted in the man going over every point all over again, firmly convinced he would have missed something otherwise.
Five other people sat around the table. There were three women and two men, each in the colors of their respective guilds or specialties. Everyone wore warm, thick clothing against the cold. Alistair was the only on