Warnings: Smut, slight angst maybe, little bit of fluff
Word count: 906
A/N: This is my contribution for @megansescape ‘s 300 challenge and @iwriteaboutdean
Amanda’s 200 Follower 90′s Baby Challenge I now realize I never asked you guys if it was okay to combine your challenges, I’m so sorry!!
Runnin’ by Adam Lambert
Sometimes by Britney Spears
Sometimes I Don’t Run
He turns around in your arms, silently, knowing how much you like to be the big spoon and you wrap one arm around him, slipping under his heavy arm in order for your hand to rest on his strong chest. Your other hand, the one trapped between your bodies caresses his naked back, sliding under the waistband of his boxers.
Your fingertips dance over his chest, drawing shapeless lines, curling the already curled soft hairs. unconsciously, or not so much, you grace the soft tissue that is his nipple and rejoy at the feeling of his muscles tightening under your touch.
He hisses when you do it again and immediately you press your lips against the taut skin of his broad back, inhaling deeply the scent that is all him. Your own lower stomach coils. Forefinger and thumb close around the hard little pebble, twisting and turning, earning softs whimpers from him and an involuntary thrust of his hips.
Summary: You try to make sense of lingering feelings for Jensen, even as you find your own happiness without him. Third part to Two-Prompt One-Shot #43 and Heart Won’t Lie. Pairing: Jensen x Reader (more implied in this installment) Word Count: 1400 Warnings: None, I think? Challenge: @wayward-oneshots 300 Follower Challenge! Brook, I’m so sorry this is so late. My prompt was Easton Corbin’s I Can’t Love You Back.
**Unless it’s specified, these are all Character x reader. **This will be in constant update. REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN **If it doesn’t specify fluff, angst, smut, etc. consider it as a not-definable drabble.
So as I scrolled through all the challenges I was signed up for (specifically Kat’s challenge), I came up with this idea for a new little short series. Hope y’all enjoy the ride!
A/N: This series takes place in a futuristic version of SPN, where Lucifer (in the president’s body) actually managed to start the next world war. Now it’s 5 years later and the boys are still surviving!
So buckle up, we are in for some turns and surprises in this one (I think..lol)
Prompts: “We always expect trouble. This tends to work out better than never expecting any.” Clariel by Garth Nix – Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen – fic must be set in Post-Apocalpse, Western, or Regency Era
Summary: You’re already pissed off, and Dean is just making it worse.
Pairing: Dean x Reader (Well, sort of implied at the end.) Word Count: 1330 Warnings: Language, bar fight violence, drinking. Genre: General. Challenge: @atc74 and @mamaredd123‘s Fabulous 300 challenge! My prompts were: fight, rage, and Renegade by Styx. I’m only about two months overdue on this. Sigh. Sorry it took me so long ladies, but here it is!
“Two orange fizzes,” The man said as he sat next to you. You glanced over at him, eyeing him curiously. He just smiled. “Hi. I’m Gabriel.” He held out his hand warmly, clearly trying to flirt.
You smiled at his extended hand before sipping at the drink that you’d already had. “Never met an angel before.” Gabriel blinked at that, surprised by your statement. “I can see your halo, Arch-Angel.”
Gabriel watched you for the longest moment before smiling and nodding. “Alright. You uh…” He chuckled nervously as he set his hand down. “You caught me off guard. I thought I was supposed to impress you.”
“If you can’t already tell, I’m much more interesting than normal people,” You said, smiling to him.
“How’s that?” He asked, smiling to the bartender as he set down the drinks for the two of you.
“I can see things that can only be imagined.” Gabriel blinked and stared in surprise. You just smirked as you took the drink he’d ordered. He gulped as you looked to him again. “Wanna know my secret?”
“Yeah. I would actually. I can’t even read your mind,” He confessed.
You smirked and said, “Because Dean and Sam told me about you, Trickster.” Gabriel stared in shock before scoffing as he looked down, laughing. “Nice to finally put a face to a name.”
A/N: Requested by @feelmyroarrrr as part of my 300 Follower AU Challenge! Prompt 2: You punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend (which is 100% something I have done before lol). Hope you enjoy! <3
God, I’m late. I’m so fucking late, you thought frantically as you scrambled around your shared room at the Academy. It was your last final before graduation and you’d slept through your alarm. Pulling an all-nighter might not have been the best idea. Where’s my other shoe? When you couldn’t find it, you decided matching shoes were overrated and pulled on a sneaker instead. You were sure you looked ridiculous. Starfleet uniform wrinkled and lopsided, hair pulled into a messy bun, a Starfleet-issue boot on one foot and an old sneaker on the other. You quickly grabbed a cup of coffee before sprinting out the door.
A massive thank you to @pretty-little-peacock (it won’t let me tag you) as I’ve just hit 300 FOLLOWERS!!
Thank you to everyone who has followed a shy, anti social, fanfic writer like myself. I never thought I would reach 300 and well I don’t deserve any of you.
To celebrate I am running my first writing challenge and it is a song related challenge. I have seen someone do this challenge before so credit goes to the blog who came up with this.
You don’t have to be following me to enter this challenge but it would be nice if you was.
Just send me an ask saying you want to enter, I will put my music playlist on shuffle and you will have to write the fic around the song that comes up. Even if you just get the characters to sing the lyrics.
It can be about any ship/character/real person and it can be any genre. You don’t have to tell me what you are gonna write about as I want it to be a surprise.
It can be any length just please put a keep reading thing if it’s over 500 words.
You have until the 14th May to write it and I will try and put them all in a masterlist. If you post it and I don’t like it just send me an ask with the link.
Please mention what the fic is for and the song you got and use the tag ‘Meg’s Random Song Challenge’
That’s it and thank you again to everyone who has followed me.
A/N 1: Written for two of my loves: @inmysparetime0‘s 300 Murder Challenge and @megansescape 300 Song prompt challenge. For Megan’s Challenge, my song was: Pink’s Please Don’t Leave Me and my quote was: Ding Dong The Bitch Is Dead. The lyrics are used more as inspiration for how this started and are quoted later in the story. I also used Johnny Cash’s Hurt, well, you’ll see why…
Word Count: 1750-ish
Warnings: Demon Dean being a dick; fighting; character death (this was for a murder challenge!) mild language.
A/N 2: If you have read any of my fics, you know I am the Duchess of Fluff, so this is way outside of my wheelhouse. I sought out my Angel of Angst, @chelsea072498 for her guidance with this. This literally hurt my heart to write. Feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Summary: Demon Dean is back and he goes to the reader; she is the love of Dean’s life and human Dean knows he can’t live without her. She has kept him grounded and somewhere in the back of his twisted, demented mind, he knows he will need her to keep the Mark at bay when Sam does cure him. Demon Dean is sick and tired of her whining and begging him to stay.
Dean and Y/N had fought, always. But they loved each other without a doubt. Dean always knew it would come down to him trying to protect her and he would give his life to save her without a moment’s hesitation. He needed her. She needed him. They were like conjoined twins and one could not live without the other.
But damn was she as stubborn as he was. More often than not a fight ended up with her kicking him out of her room, telling him he was broken and a drunk. She didn’t believe it, but it was her defense mechanism too. Hurting the ones you love to protect them. She didn’t believe she deserved Dean’s love. Dean didn’t believe he deserved her either. They were really cut from the same cloth. But she always forgave him, he always forgave her, always ended up in a tangled mess of sheets, each of them pleading with the other “Baby, please don’t leave me.” And they never did.
But things changed when Dean took on the Mark of Cain to defeat Abbadon. It took him to darker places than he had ever been before. The fire of rage that consumed him could only be extinguished by her. He knew this, she knew this. The fighting had stopped and even though things looked grim with this curse on his arm, she knew she would never fight with again, never leave him. But she knew that ‘never’ was a word that Hunters didn’t use.
And after the battle with Metatron, that is where she found herself, next to his lifeless, bloodstained corpse, lying in their bed, keeping her promise to him. Tears stained her pretty face as she held him close, running her hands through his hair.
This is my entry for @mamaredd123 and @atc74‘s fabulous 300 challenge. My prompts were Pregnant, Overwhelmed and Under Pressure by Queen. The song has been used as a theme throughout but also some of the lyrics have been placed inside the fic and they are marked in bold. This is Un-beta’d so any and all mistakes are my own. Tags are below the cut. I am using the SPN Fanfic Pond tag list, if you have been tagged wrongly, please let me know and I will remove you asap
Summary: The reader is being held captive by demons when they begin to change their behaviour suddenly. Does the reader still believe she is going to be saved or will some new news push her over the edge?
Warnings: Kidnapping, Physically forced to drink water, fear, talk of previous torture, Major angst.
Word count: 1704.
Pairing: Dean X Reader.
You had been stuck in this warehouse for nearly 3 weeks now, the demons holding you had taken a break from torturing you, leaving you alone with no food or water for the last 2 days. They had captured you whilst you were on a hunt with the Winchesters and you hadn’t been able to escape, despite numerous attempts. At first they tortured you for information; about the Winchesters,about other hunters and about the bunker but you refused to crack. After awhile they stopped asking questions and started just hurting you for the fun of it, laughing as they watched the blood drip from your cuts before healing you just enough that you lived another day. You had been waiting to be rescued by Sam and Dean but your hope had been slipping away more and more each day. You couldn’t understand why they hadn’t come to save you, they must know that something is wrong, how could they not? Maybe they just didn’t want to try, maybe they were sick of you. You shook your head quickly, groaning as it made you vision swirl, you couldn’t allow yourself to think like that. You had to pull through this and the only way you can do that is through keeping yourself strong.
Enough of that - lemme get my hair out of these curlers and freshen up my lipstick, make yourselves at home, grab you a mimosa or a bellini & go visit out on the porch. We have just the sweetest new bartender here at the NashHole [it’s like the Pie Hole, but with booze & @helvonasche‘s rowdy Helhounds on the top floor callin’ up demonfolk to do their bidding, as it should be], so go see her, she’ll take good care of you.
Or listen, head downstairs, the ‘80s cover band won’t be in til tonight, but I’ve heard our in-house stripper’s doing something with birthday cake that’s to die for, so bring some singles for rain-makin’.
Oh, and our pole’s horizontal, just FYI. But if you’re unable to swing by, here’s my mobile master list if you’re stuck somewhere stupid, like work. Meantime, I’ll have to put my thinking cap on about a challenge idea. Because I haven’t got a clue. I mean, I have clues, just not about… hmmm…. Clue…. CLUE…