my meatsuit

The Contest-Part 23

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

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Part 1 (all parts are linked)

“Okay, if I tell you, you have to PROMISE not to get mad.  I took care of it.”  I told Jensen.

“I’m listening.”

“I confronted Rory about the crap he pulled at the party, and he said I was jealous and then he kissed me.  The yelling you heard was me telling him Jared was gonna kick his ass.” I looked at Jensen, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Jared can get in line,” Jensen said angrily, clenching his fists.

“See, this is why I didn’t want you two to know.  Hasn’t there been enough drama? I handled it!  Rory is a straight up douchebag, and I won’t have either of you getting in trouble because of him.  So can we just drop it, please?  You know Jared will want to beat the crap out of him.” I gave Jensen my best puppy dog eyes. Jared had rubbed off on me.

“FINE.” He snapped.  “But if he so much as looks at you funny, I’m kicking his sorry ass, no matter what you say, AND telling Jared.”

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Never make a deal with the devil. More specifically, never make a bet with a demon named Valack.

I had gotten off work and headed to the local bar to get a drink or two before winding down for the rest of the night. My apartment was close enough that I could walk there and walk back with no problem. I had just received my first drink when this guy….

….took the empty seat next to me and ordered the same thing I was drinking. He wasted no time in sparking up conversation and, even though I just wanted to drink, I felt compelled to answer him and keep the ball rolling. He just had this natural charm and aura about him that pulled me in like a moth to a flame. He told me his name was ‘Vince’. I told him mine was Colin. 

We talked about the usual topics: sports, politics, local news, relationship status, etc. I told him I had a girlfriend of about three years. He told me he played for his own team. When I told him that it was gonna be our third anniversary in a week, he got a weird gleam in his eye. I didn’t pay much attention to it because by this time? It’d been a few hours and I was farther down the river than I planned on being. Time seemed to just fly by with ‘Vince’.

I don’t remember exactly how we got on the topic of jobs. He told me he was a personal trainer and he definitely looked the part. His short sleeves made him look even buffer than he surely was. I distinctly remember pressing my lips to his flexed bicep and kissing it, once without tongue and once with. Why? He dared me and Drunk Colin never turns down a dare, no matter what it is.

I said I was a pencil pusher at my job. The whole reason I was even here was because work kicked my ass. Layoffs were happening and all the extra work was falling on me. He sympathized and told me that it couldn’t be that bad. I made the vital mistake of saying….

“I bet you wouldn’t last a week at my job.” 

“Is that so? I bet you I could.”

Before I could come up with a response, I got hit with the sudden urge to empty the tank. I excused myself and headed for the bathroom. I did my business, flushed, and went to go wash my hands. I was right in the middle of rinsing when I looked up and saw ‘Vince’ right behind me with a smirk on his face. Needless to say, I almost jumped out my skin. I didn’t even hear him come in. He grabbed me around, gripped my shirt, and pulled me into his rock solid torso.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to make a deal with the devil?”

He then kissed me. It wasn’t a quick peck, either. It was a full-on makeout session, complete with tongue and his arms wrapped tight around me to prevent me from fighting back. The longer the kiss lasted, the more that the smell of sulfur invaded my nostrils. It wasn’t until he pulled back and what seemed like an endless stream of red smoke coming flying out of his mouth and into mine. I saw this on TV once. He was possessing me. it wasn’t long until his demonic presence took over my body and pushed me into the background.

The poor guy he was inhabiting fell to the ground and ‘Vince’ looked at himself in the mirror, checking himself out and fixing me up to get his approval. He told me his name was actually Valack and that he’d been doing this for as long as the first humans walked this planet. I was just the next in line.

“First things first, we head to the gym. I like my meatsuits with actual meat on them. Next, we see how much blackmail it’d take to get us to the top of that corporate ladder of yours.”

I’ll be good.

A/N; So this idea was originally coined by the lovely @smutandahalf. She helped me develop the idea! Thanks caits <3 xoxo

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Request: No

Warnings: Torture, Abuse (Mentions), Rough smut.

Word count: 2,782

Based on this song and this one

Originally posted by alicethemadhatter

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anonymous asked:

heyyy :D first of all i love your blog so much, and i want to write like you one day. anyways, can i request a scenario where kuroo's s/o is chubby and has self-esteem issues, so she finally breaks down in front of kuroo and kuroo just keeps telling her she's beautiful and that he loves her. god, i hope this made sense ;-;. but thanks in advance! <3

Thank you for your lovely comment! I hope this lives up to what you wanted, and thank you for your patience. :)

“Hey, hey.” You look up from the crumpled shirt in your hands to Kuroo’s soft little smile. You sniff, hard.

“I don’t like this,” you say, and he nods. “I’m pretty sad, aren’t I?”

“Well, you’re allowed to be,” he frowns slightly, but his voice stays soothing. He kneels in front of you to meet your eyes, and gently tugs at the shirt in your fists. Your grip loosens, and Kuroo pulls a part of it so you two can share.

“Have you washed this recently?” He asks, voice muffled. You snort, and even though half his face is hidden in the shirt along with you, you can tell that he’s proud of having made you laugh.

“No. It’s yours, anyway. What have you been doing with it?”

“Nothing dirtier than wiping my snot, I promise,” he raises an eyebrow accusingly at you, and you roll your eyes.

“I found it. It’s mine now. You can’t tell me what to do.”

Kuroo grins- you can tell by the way his eyes thin and crease into little feline curves. “Atta girl.”

The shirt is big, and it covers most of your front and quite a lot of your thighs. Even with Kuroo sharing it, you can’t see a lot of your body right now and that comforts you. Exposure therapy had never worked as well as you’d like- it just led to, well, this.

“Do you feel like sharing your thoughts with me?”

He asks that every time with the exact same wording. You’ve said yes before, and you’ve said no. He never pushes, no matter your answer. Today’s not so bad a day, so you nod.

Kuroo curls a hand over yours before you begin.

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You smile at Dean and watch him with your inky eyes, who stares at you as though you look much more terrifying than you really do.

“What’s wrong, Dean?” You ask in an overly innocent voice.

You notice a quick glint of light and look down at his hands. He’s holding an angel blade. You flash him a sly smile.

“Really, Dean? You wouldn’t actually hurt me.” You roll your eyes and laugh.

You can practically feel your eldest brother’s anxiety radiating from his body.

“Why the hell are you here?” He demands, raising the angel blade to jab it at you like he’s ready to strike at any moment. You already know that it’s a lie, and you chuckle.

“I wanted to drop by and see my favorite brothers.” You inform.

You’re a little surprised when Dean attempts to swing at swing at you. In response, you launch him back into the library wall. You almost laugh at how easy he falls at your control. He’s practically a domino compared to you, the hand that places him down and moves him around.

You hear footsteps dash down the hall.


Your older brother rushes in to see you pinning Dean against the wall with your demonic force. He grabs an angel blade and runs at you, blind as to how easily he’ll be defeated.

You take your free hand and wave it carelessly. He slams into the wall.

“If you two had cooperated, this would’ve been so much easier.” You sigh in a singsongy voice.

“Why are you here?” Sam asks, strained.

“To see my favorite brothers.” You repeat, smiling devilishly.

You take your puppets of brothers and force them into chairs at the tables. Keeping your hold on them, you grab some rope you’ve kept stashed under a bookshelf in case of emergency.

You bind Sam’s wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the legs. Then you do the same to Dean.

“D’you wanna know why I picked my old meatsuit?” You ask to the boys.

When neither of them try and guess, you say, “I wanted you to see how broken I am and not see someone else’s face. It’s your turn to suffer!”

Sam starts to cry.

“We’re sorry, Y/N.” He whimpers.

“You’re obviously not since you sent me to HELL! You sent me to endless to be endlessly tortured until I GAVE IN! You couldn’t let me go see Bobby or Rufus or Ash or Ellen or Jo! You couldn’t let me go see MOM!” You scream. You take a blade from your pocket and cut a small line into his cheek. He grunts in pain, and more tears drip down his face, some seeping into the cut.

“You two are so selfish! You – You would rather turn me into a demon than let me die!”

You begin to laugh at how selfish they really are. Your mind is no longer blocked by emotions or feelings or relationships.

“Y/N, please.” Dean mumbles. You look at him and cock an eyebrow.

“Yes, dear brother?” You mock.

“We’re sorry, kiddo. We’re so sorry. Just let us go an-and we can fix this. We can cure you.”

You shake your head.

“Oh, no, no, no. I’m going to show you what you unknowingly put me through.”

“You’re gonna kill us!” Sam points out.

“Good!” You cry back.

You take your blade and slash Dean’s arm. He shuts his eyes and swallows the pain.

“What I felt was ten times worse than this wimpy shit you two are feeling! While you were in Hell, Dean, for four months, I was down there for a year!”

Dean looks at you with a pained expression, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna cry. This ain’t a chick flick!” You watch as he face grows red with anger.

“Hello, Fox. What are you doing to my boys?” A familiar British accent greets from behind.

“Hello, Crowley.”

You turn to find him standing next to the last table, leaning against it casually. He’s wearing his usual suit that his vessel wears, and he watches you with neither a smug smile nor a frown.

“Step away from Moose and Squirrel, Fox.” He commands in a polite tone.

“To Hell with you.” You hiss in return.

“Fox.” He grunts, beginning to frown.

Your patience quickly degrades and, to your utter surprise, you knock Crowley into the wall. You stare in shock for a moment, ultimately confused.

You force yourself to shake the bewilderment off and rush over to him.

“Leave.” You demand.

“Don’t be rude now, Fox.” He replies, flashing his signature smug smirk.

Crowley glances over your shoulder at someone and says, “You may want to take a look behind you.” When you turn to look, Castiel stands there, angel blade in hand.

Suddenly, you’re punched across the jaw and sent flying back. Your jaw throbs with a burning, stinging pain.

Crowley walks over to you and knocks you hard in the head again while you’re still momentarily dazed. The lights go out.

I left this ending open in case y’all wanted to think of your own! ;) Enjoy, and make sure to send in your requests!


Sense Of Affection (Castiel x Reader)

A/N: Hellooo, another supernatural request wooo. Sorry for the shitty name, I’m not exactly good with coming with names so, I’ll try alright. There was one part of the story where I kinda got inspired from Brooklyn 99, so yeah haha it was kinda cute. Anyways, I hope that this oneshot didn’t turn out so bad and I hope it’s alright. Enjoy!!

Request:  Hi! I just found your blog a few days ago, and I love your writing! Could I request a supernatural (preferably a Castiel one) where the reader gets captured on a hunt, by demons I guess, and Cas has to watch her get tortured, but after three days Sam and Dean come and save them, and Cas is alright, and uses the last of his grace, (or just a lot of it, whatever you want) to heal her? Then obviously a happy ending, with a lot of fluff? That was a lot, oh god I’m sorry. 😅

Warnings: Torture, very slight gore

“Are you sure you can do this by yourself?” Dean asked through the phone as you grabbed the necessary things from the trunk of your car. “Did you bring the knife?”

“Yes, I brought the knife and I’m not by myself, I’m with Cas, remember,” you replied, glancing to the side to see Cas looking deep in thought.

“That’s what I’m worried about, Cas isn’t his usual self. He doesn’t have the same amount of angel juice he used to have,” Dean said.

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anonymous asked:

Cas or Luci with reader being a hellhound turned human but still acting somewhat animalian (bonking their head on people, licking people to show affection, sitting on people, Etc) and said angel finds it adorable?

Ever the Same

Angel: Lucifer
Reader: hellhound (unspecified gender)
Words: 1209
Author: Scruff
Warning(s): swears, hellhound violence
Note(s): The reader refers to Lucifer as ‘master’ but there is NOOOOOO d/s sexual relationship (or any romantic/sexual relationship) between the two.

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