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matchesarelit · 9 months

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Imagine If You Will... (Visser Part 2, Samuel Davenport x reader)

You go to tea with him intending to ask about the meeting but that leaves your mind pretty much immediately.

Warning: Graphic smut, degrading language (lots), choking, drugging, Dub/non-con (the mold is involved once again), character gets ?drugged? ?indoctrinated?, begging, unprotected sex Vibrators, bondage? bdsm? (reader is tied down), preist smut? (glory hole confession booth?), masterbation, rough? man idek im sorry, idk if relevant but like maybe dead dove; do not eat levels??

Part 1

WC:~4.2k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The next forty-eight hours were tedious, from packing the bags at your hotel and checking out, to scouting the streets handing out resumes, and all but begging for jobs to no avail. Yet predictably you found yourself constantly distracted by the temptation of visiting your upstairs neighbor, at first you considered asking for his assistance in unpacking. But No, there was no way you could. He was way above such manual labor. He should be served and serviced as he wishes. WHO ARE YOU to ask him for favors?

wHaT the fuck was that? That thought could not have been yours. What does that even mean?

Shaking your head in an attempt to dissuade the thought you re-settled on the task at hand, dragging the final case, an old trunk you got at a flea market up the stairwell. Inching your way across the stone your skin gained a sheen of sweat, a not to be unexpected side effect of such activity in a musty building such as this one. Your hands, slipping from their grasp on the trunk however was a situation you had not considered or planned for so with an eek you stumbled down the steps before tumbling over the chest and landing on your arse with a thud.

However, you still had your dignity, kind of, truly you had to bribe yourself with a guilty pleasure movie and a well-overdue wank, just to get yourself to stand up and push the crate up the stairs. Finally inching the tunk over the threshold of your apartment, you allowed your knees to buckle as your body collapsed back against the door.

Glaring at the bottle of water sitting high and mighty on the kitchen counter you attempted to lower your heart rate before attempting to stand; shutting out the overwhelming sunlight, you attempted to meditate but upon emptying your mind of everything else you were left with but one thought. It's not your fault if the idea of showing up with a bottle of wine wearing nothing but a robe never went away. Not until you fell out of consciousness at least.

Waking up hours later, warm from the afternoon heat streaming in through the windows, you moved to your kitchen to brew a coffee, standing on aching legs you put your weight on the countertop. Retrieving a short novel and retiring to the comfort of your couch desperate for distraction. what did not help was the plot of the book, however.

"Confessional Love" was an obscenely morally grey novel of erotica, it was, mind you, the only book that wasn't lost, buried deep in the assortment of boxes. The female protagonist; Jocelyn Lovejoy was struggling to find her calling, so in her concern for the future, she fled to the church and found herself nestled into the confession booth. She repented, terrified of the judgment she expected as she reminisced on the deviance of her past, tellings of sexual escapades and encounters. The Priest offered little advice above recommending she devote herself wholly to the lord, at which point the man had stuffed a strained cock through the small window, encouraging her to affirm her commitment to god and to him as her savior. The woman could not hold herself back, immediately her throat engulfed the pertinent member as she began rutting roughly against her own hand. Relishing the grunts traveling through the small window as her own drowned around him, the vibrations pulling a harsh thrust from his hips. Eyes drifting from the page you found yourself placed in the fantasy as the priest pulled back from your mouth, still dazed as he pulled you to your feet by your throat you stumbled and fell to the floor. Looking up through your brows you met his eyes...

Samuel's eyes.

Samuel's face.

Samuel's dick.

Samuel's dick was protruding from his garb red and resolute and all but beckoning you closer as you groveled at his feet. He tugged on himself the rock-hard device splattering drops of his elixir over your face. Leaning forward to lap at the dribbling precum seeping from his cock you blinked yourself back to reality as the images faded from your mind.

You crashed onto your bed, deciding that 6.47 was time enough for sleep. Hoping that the persisting thoughts would fade with a good night's sleep. Sadly however as your eyes closed your dreams took over, coating your eyelids in visions of rutting and railing. The flashes slowed as your mind settled on images of him, Samuel was leaning over you, his hand rummaging roughly through your folds, stretching you open. Ignoring your cries he added more fingers and as his digits are twisted throughout your nethers, his thumb prodding and circling your bud. Your body thrashed below him, unable to break free of his assault on your cunt you found your arms outstretched and bound to the mattress. Similar bounds secured your legs in place and as your grunt of effort fell to his ears he released a chuckle, rescinding his presence from your side.

He ignored your pleas as he stood from the bed and made his way to the door, leaving you squirming as your heartbeat throbbed through your heat in need.

You once again opened your eyes to an empty room, and forced your focus to the door, as expected there was no change from the night before. Except for you, your clothes were gone and your blankets discarded. Slick glazed your nethers, legs, and hips, the breeze from a nearby fan sending a shudder up your spine as it graced your damp skin.

when the sun began to peek past your curtains you finally moved from the bed, settling on a brief shower to refresh and clean yourself up to proceed about your day. You let the flurry of water cool your spirits and soul, knowing deep down it would do nothing to sway the desire that consumed you. You stayed there, relishing in the chill until your fingers pruned and puckered. Taking that as your cue you stepped onto the tile floor, retrieving and donning your towel before inspecting your face in the mirror. The bruise upon your brow bone had turned purple decorating your skin in a way that should have been unsettling, instead, the mark filled you with a type of pride you didn't recognize. You were his at least for a moment, a brief second where he wanted you, needed you around him.

Barely remembering to lock the door, you sped down the hall, you'd convinced yourself you were barely stepping out to get some groceries you found yourself standing at the top of the stairs. You remained there for a time, unable to gain the momentum to step down and begin your descent, raising your foot you began to climb the stairs to his floor. Within moments you stood upon his mat, within the span of a couple of seconds it took to knock on the yellowed paint your mind flashed through a multitude of fantasies of the next few minutes.

After three light raps of your knuckles, you shifted on your feet relaxing your muscles slightly to appear calm and casual. That attempt was doomed as the moment those hazel eyes met your own your knees locked up and you were frozen. It took the gentle touch of his hand that rested itself on your forearm to ignite such a heat that ran through your every nerve and pulled you from the trance.

"Hey, glad you could make it. Come on in, is everything okay?" His tone of concern needed work, it was wholly insincere yet the question put you in a trance regardless. Kaelego had shown Samuel your dreams and visions and urged him to take you for his own within them, to use your own mind against you.

Waving you towards a spot on his couch, he moved towards the kitchen and began making tea. the absence of his arm cloaked you in goosebumps and you itched for its return. Twisting your neck to watch him work from where you sat, he asked about the move and how you were settling in, you couldn't help but watch his frame as you mumbled a generic 'fine, pretty uneventful'. All focus had been pulled from the conversation as you observed him, he was wearing yet another sweater, but this one clung tighter to his torso highlighting the toned muscle beneath. Oh! And his pants... an anything but innocent glance downwards graced your eyes with the shapely cheeks and less than discreet bulge, you clenched your jaw as your mouth watered the images of yesterday's visions flooding your brain. The taut fabric seemed to strain against his stubborn glory.

Clearing your devastatingly empty throat as Samuel came back with the tea, you darted your eyes to examine the books that lay strewn across his coffee table, effigies and temples lay strewn across the pages. Catching his eye as he handed over the mug, you brought the tea to your nose, noting the familiar smell you thoughtlessly sipped the piping-hot concoction. Wincing at the burn you missed the laugh he released as he studied your lips now red hot from the burn. He continued to examine you even after you met his gaze, trailing his focus along every inch of skin available to him, the chosen shirt gave him ample access to study your breasts as well as your skirt leaving most of the length of your legs bare.

Your mouth tingled as the heat faded, gaze locked onto the man sat opposite as his eyes finally rested upon your own. You had barely noted the prolonged silence before he spoke again, "Drink up it's good for you, helps with focus. What do you need to focus on?" his question was pointed as if expecting a specific answer.

Finding a job, "You"

Attempting to get enough to cover rent "Worshiping you"

Devoting myself to my writing"Devoting myself to Kaelego and to you, wholly and without bounds"

You knew this change, you had felt it before, where your throat was stuffed with words that weren't your own, and as recognition flashed through your eyes a wicked grin overtook his features. The familiarity of the smell clicked into place as the memory of the patterned dust in the community room filled your nose. Samuel relished in the underlying terror and confusion tainting your soft smile but the way your form shrunk into the seat darkened his eyes and had him on the edge of his seat.

Reaching across the coffee table, his cup long discarded among the books, a gentle finger pushed the mug to your lips and tilted it until the liquid flooded your mouth. With a rough tug, the mug was ripped from your grasp, the contents spluttering from your mouth as you struggled to swallow, the overflow cascading from your lips, down your neck, and across your chest. Looking down to assess the damage you stood, from the couch gasps interrupted stuttered apologies as you attempted to regain your breath. For a brief moment, your vision went black, head heavy at the sudden movement, you pressed the heel of your palm to your forehead. Samuel had reclined as you choked and now leaned back against the couch hands resting against his hips, legs spread wide as if posed to pull your gaze to his now persistent bulge. Your focus however was harder to garner, you blinked repeatedly yet your eyes blurred every time, your vision growing fuzzy you reached for his knee to steady yourself. You missed and fell to your knees below him, as your consciousness faded you felt your lips perform words that were not your own but were everything you desired. "Take me in any way you want, I exist only to be of use to you, I will do anything to please Kaelego and to pleasure you, Samuel."

The last thing you felt was a knuckle lifting your chin and the gust of air by your ear as his whispered words rang through your ears; "Like you have a choice."

When you awoke a familiar feeling held your wrists in place, spread across the width of the bed as you tugged at the restraints and as the sheet glided against your skin a feeling of vulnerability sent a fever to your gut. Your legs were similarly secured, pulled wide apart as if open and waiting for him, Samuel was nowhere to be seen, but the space smelt of him; wood, iris, and that delectable mold. The thought of it pulsed throughout your mound, the total control it gave to him, and the devotion it graced you with both intoxicating and repulsive. darting your eyes about the space you noted the walls and ceiling, all caked in those same swirls and twists, knowing he had captured you, like a bear to honey, that he wanted to keep you as his, only increased the buzz humming throughout your folds. As your face morphed in pleasure a layer of dried tears and cum fought your muscles, the crust remaining taut on your skin.

Twisting and writhing in place you yearned for any friction, any rough graze or rub as you ground into the mattress. Your breasts shifted as you moved, the skin alight with goosebumps and your nipples painfully hard, at their motion the picture of him gripping and pulling at them as he flooded you with his outpour. Breathing heavily as you continued pulling at your ties, your lungs were left raw and heaving. You would not be able to convince a fence post, however, that you wanted out of your confines, the vulnerability of the situation had you reeling and made you feel more awake than you ever have felt before. It was as if all of your nerves were bare like a single gust of air could set you ablaze with wanton screams and pulses of pleasure. Your enjoyment however was not what Samuel wanted from the bounds, he wanted fear, he wanted to break your spirit and force your submission, so clearly he would have to change his plans.

He touched you before you had a chance to notice him enter the room, a hand trailing from your ankle to your sternum as he held you down, turning your attention to him your attempts to speak came out as incoherent mumblings and moans. His touch was like ice as you burned alive, as he traced his hand grew heavy against you as he began to pull and tug at your flesh.

A whine fell from your lips as he retreated, he stepped back towards his desk and you started to plead as if he had a shred of humanity to reason with. As if you were worth his kindness. "Please Samuel it hurts, I-I can't take it, need to feel you. Want you to fill me up like last time, so full of your cock baby please." For perhaps the first time those words were yours, maybe not entirely, but more so than ever before. There was no way that Samuel was going to let you demand pleasure from him, you didn't deserve his attention and you'd pleasured yourself too much at the thought of him, using his image for your own gratification. No. You were his plaything, his cunt, and tits, and mouth, to defile as he desired. He craved your fear, your confusion, your suffering. You needed to be put in your place; weak and helpless against his intentions, but desperate to please nonetheless. So as he ignored your mewlings he returned to the bed; standing tall at the foot of the mattress, knuckles white as he throttled the shaft of a toy, his other hand forcing your knees down onto the comforter. You muttered thanks at his presence, yet at your words he stabbed the toy into your sex, vibrating aggressively the device set your nerves alight and pulled tears from your eyes. He forced the silicone between your folds time and time again he leaned over your crotch watching your muscles contract from pain.

"Look at you, a pathetic whore begging to be used. Your pleasure means nothing, you are here for me to torture as I see fit. If you survive it is because I spared you. If I want to use you at any time I will. I will fuck you while you scream in pain for mercy begging me to let you go." His eyes linger on your own as he speaks as if to convey his honesty. The pain never left, merely mingling with the beginning of pleasure, his presence alone adding a sweetness to the violent penetration of your threshold. As the inches of rubber started to jab against your cervix your folds greedily inhaled the presence as you yearned for more while the stir in your guts twisted to a peak throwing your muscles into rabid spasm away from the mattress and against your bounds. The now dulling pleasure was accentuated by the remaining soreness that sheathed your body like a straight jacket leaving you still and shivering under him.

You are soon left empty as the device was drawn out at a miserably slow pace, a single digit soon took its place; dipping into your layers and scooping some of your wetness. As he continues the slick-covered digit trails across your breasts, he's now above you on all fours. "tsk tsk, is there anything I could say that wouldn't turn you on slut? what if I said I was going to keep you here, coated in my dried cum, your only purpose to be used by me, fucked as you cry and bleed, as I rip open your tight little holes?" Unable to ignore the pulse his threat sent to your nethers, moans leapt from your chest, this seemed to only anger the man above you as the briefly forgotten toy was thrust deep into your throat, "That'll shut you up, my little fleshlight, can't sob for more with your mouth full can you?" gargled words were trapped in your esophagus as your body strained, hips and shoulders flying from the sheets to meet his own, the still vibrating silicone causing drool to pour from the sides of your mouth to the bedsheets below.

Most of his weight resting on the hand still wrapped around your throat, his knee was free to provoke your slick, the harsh fabric of his pants giving a delicious rub against your sensitive skin as your hips continued to swivel and rut. He pushed the length further past your lips, ignoring your gags as your tongue remained useless trapped between the bottom of your mouth and the unforgiving plastic.

His hand dragged the toy from your mouth when your movements grow slow and your eyes glaze over, discarding it by your side as his hand smeared your spit and cum over your cheeks as you coughed. Pressing your skull to the side his palm crushed your bruised cheekbone, the strain of your neck nothing in comparison to the burn of your lungs, yet even that faded from your thoughts as his other hand reached for his fly, his body weight resting on your face as he pulled his knee from betwixt your legs. Samuel adored how pitiful you looked as you lay crushed by him, but what he adored more was the glistening patch of slick that drenched the fabric over his knee, not to mention the way your cunt kept leaking even now, staining a large area of his dark sheets.

"Thinking about fucking this sopping mess of a pussy but I can't help but wonder how many men you've let plow this slit since the last time. A whore like you probably takes what? Two a day? Do you beg them to fuck you? Let them use you like I did?" Your enthused denial was smothered by the sheets and the constant struggle for breath. "What?" his tone mocked you a smug smile tugging at his lips "Is my pet fucked out? Haven't even given you my fingers and you're mumbling like a pathetic mess. Who am I kidding? I bet you couldn't get me out of your mind" His hand shifted back to grip your throat, forcing you to look up at him, his eyes were dark looking over the smudges of makeup and juices that coated your face. "So pretty baby, I've already made a mess of you haven't I? Gonna look even better with me stretching your hole wide fucking open. You'd like that wouldn't you, you fucking cockslut? Never get your fill will you, you hungry bitch?"

Your eyes watered as you clenched around nothing at his indecency, the lack of air in your lungs again sending your already hazy mind into oblivion. Ahead of you getting a moment to respond, Samuel speared his prick far into your depths, vision going black as a hearty groan rumbled from his chest. He ground against you as he settled inside you, meeting your eyes once more he raised a brow at the look on your face. Tightening his hand around your neck he slowly slipped out of you, the sight of his violator cloaked in your pleasure shimmering in the setting sun had you rambling in strained syllables in a failed attempt to beg for more.

His return was violent as Samuel crammed his thickness impossibly further into you, setting an obscene pace his hips snapped against yours, receding barely two inches before delving back up to the base of his pelvis. Pummeling into you relentlessly, a gleen of sweat developed between the two of you as he throbbed in your core. "Tight as ever my insatiable little cocksleeve, you don't deserve my dick, so worthless. I should have fucked more than your mouth while you were out cold, should have stuffed you full." His vulgar words elicited a dangerous heat from every nerve in your body and you bucked up towards him, wholly corrupted by the pleasure he was bringing you.

As he continued to burrow himself inside of you his pace grew ravenous, the hand that sat on your throat now by the side of your head supporting the man above you. The perversion lacing his words tightened the knot in your stomach, as images of him driving his monstrous cock into you as you slept using you as the piece of meat you are, filled your mind. "Yes, Samuel. Thank you, Samuel. I am truly unworthy of your divinity, I don't deserve to take you so fully. I am humbly at your service nothing is too much to ask."

His relentless assault on your mound drove you once again to violent orgasm as the building aggression of his movements only confirmed your worthlessness, you were nothing against his power, simply a means to his end. His pace stuttered only momentarily at your cunt choking his length, before resuming his severe speed as he dropped his hands to grope the meat of your chest. Samuel tugged and mashed your flesh all the while using the same hands to hold himself up, the fire in your loins reared its head again, the pressure against your chest just another arousing ache. Quickly building to your third you tried your best to relax avoiding his predatory gaze in an effort to prolong the tension in your gut. His sac throbbed with every thrust, begging for release as it brushed your arse time and time again. The sensitive skin of his balls electrified his joints and pushed a chain of grunts past his lips, "Finally got you trained gonna take it as long as I want you to, aren't you? When I'm done emptying my balls in your gaping holes, I'm going to split you open on three plastic cocks at once and watch you struggle. Making me harder just thinking about you all helpless, cumming over and over as you seize in pain." A ragged growl interrupted his threats briefly before he spat out "Is that getting you off you miserable whore? god, you're so fucking desperate, don't wanna be though do you? Wanna cry for help? Beg to be free? You can't. Your body won't let you. Will it? Your body" thrust "NEEDS" thrust "MY" thrust "COCK" thrust. Hitting that special spot inside of you one final time the two of you came undone together, his rush coating your walls as your clenching pussy drained his balls.

Your vision came in-between flashes of black, he drew back from you, standing back at the end of the bed, eyes leering at your undercarriage, head tilted to the side, a rancidly cocky look in his eye. As everything went black and you fell from consciousness, your focus refused to stray from the feeling of his cum dripping from your abused hole.

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whispersandwhiskerburn · 7 years

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Much Ado About SPN Results:

SPN Fanfic Writers Team Up With Shakespeare!

It’s April 23, 2017--453 years to the day since (historians believe) that William Shakespeare, one of the greatest English writers ever, was born...and 401 years to the day since the day the Bard died! :’(

However, his words live on in his plays that are performed each year, the movie adaptations, the sayings in everyday conversation...and now in Supernatural fanfiction!

When I hit 1.5k followers, I put out a rather daunting challenge to my followers: Write a Supernatural fic using a line from one of Shakespeare’s plays, and incorporate 2-3 SPN-themed words that begin with the same letter (I, like WS appreciate alliteration).

24 brave souls took on the challenge.

The results are below the read more link, along with a brief review/rec from me for each. I hope you enjoy these and take the time to share some love with the writers--this challenge was truly out of the box and they wrote some incredible things as a result.

Let the fun begin....

Thank you all for taking on this ridiculous challenge of mine. I was blown away by the submissions, and I truly hope you had as much, or at least half as much, fun writing them as I did reading them. Thank you so much!!

Fics are in alphabetical order by prompts, not by any preferences list.

“A Life I Would Have Known” by @buffylovesfoxmulder

Prompts: Anna, Angel Blade, AU (French Mistake/EndVerse) and “This above all: to thine own self be true. And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man” (Hamlet I.3).

My Fangirling: An episode rewrite of the French Mistake where Anna subs in for a much more earnest Balthazar and the reader has a surprise up her sleeve for the Winchesters. I loved it. Lengthy, but worth the read. :)

“Wanted” by @arlaina28

Prompts: Benny Lafitte, Bunker, Brothers, “We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother” (Henry V IV.3).

My Fangirling: An absolutely lovely smut fic between Benny and the Reader that builds up in canon-style characterizations from first meeting to the “I love you” stage. An excellent read, and a brilliant use of her prompts.

*******A Fic is on the way here!!******

“Nothing Either Good or Bad” by @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog

Prompts: Donna Hanscum, Devil's Gate, Deals, and “ “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so” (Hamlet II.2).

My Fangirling: Mimi delivered again! An angsty-suspense with flashes of fluff Donna x Dean fic around the danger of a Devil’s Gate—the one in Wyoming. I loved this fic, and it’s not even my ship, so definitely check it out….and hold onto your seat!

“The Valiant” by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Prompts: Ellen Harvelle, EMF Reader, and “Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once” (Julius Caesar II.2).

My Fangirling: I--I don’t know what to say here…it was beautiful and sad and it must have taken you so much time to create this, and I love it. It’s an angsty peek into Dean’s head during his time with Lisa, how he’s struggling to maintain, how he’s trying to cope with Sam’s loss—and it’s done in VERSE. You almost want to read it out loud. I just love this…and I think Shakespeare would be proud.

“Papa Don’t Preach” by @whatareyousearchingfordean

Prompts: First Blade, Fathers, “What’s gone and what’s past help should be past grief” (Winter’s Tale III.2)

My Fangirling: A Reader x Dean angst fic where she learns of a pregnancy that she hadn’t planned on and tries to explain to a Dean who worries about fatherhood. I loved the canon characterization.

*******A Fic is on the way here!!******

“All Dogs Go To Heaven” by @rachelladytietjens

Prompts: Hell Hound, Hex Bags, Heaven, and “We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” (Hamlet IV.5)

My Fangirling: With what was probably the coolest title in this challenge, she did an amazing job on this fic that had some really conflicting and challenging prompts! It’s short and sweet, with no pairing, but extremely intriguing and it raised so many questions for me. Brava!

“Not So Innocent After All” by @im-most-definitely-fangirling

Prompts: Impala (Baby), Innocence, and “If music be the food of love, play on” (Twelfth Night I.1).

My Fangirling: A body-swap fic between the Reader and Dean that reveals a lot of what they’ve been hiding from each other. I loved this—besides, where can you go wrong when you end up riding Dean on the Impala? AmIright ladies?

“Wine, Meddling, and Temptation” by @avasmommy224

Prompts: Jody Mills, John's Journal, Job (Hunting), “Tempt not a desperate man” (Romeo and Juliet IV.3).

My Fangirling: I love it! The fluff with a hint of angst and reader being besties with Jody? Brilliant! She did a great job working in ALL of the prompts and this fic is fantastic. I absolutely love Jody as a matchmaker--I can just see her worrying about finding the boys the perfect lady. :) Dean x Reader with future fun times—nothing wrong with that!

*******A Fic is on the way here!!******

“Just a Little Magic...” by @wi-deangirl77

Prompts: Meg Masters, Mark of Cain, Magic (Witchcraft), “I am one who loved not wisely but too well” (Othello V.2).

My Fangirling: I was prepared for weird when I put Mark of Cain with Meg Masters and Magic, but Jess managed a canon style fic of angsty goodness that everyone should read. It’s MOC!Dean x Reader and...oh, it’s just lovely. Go read! She says it’s the start of a new series—and I, personally, can’t wait to read it!

“Chase the Nightmares Away” by @destiel-addict-forever

Prompts: Nephilim, Naomi's Room, Nightmares, “You pay a great deal too dear for something that’s given freely” (Winter’s Tale I.1).

My Fangirling: This cute little fluffy drabble is a Daddy!Lucifer fic (not kink, reader is Luci’s kid), something I imagine we’ll see more and more of as this current series continues. I swear, when I made the prompt list and put Nephilim on it, I had no idea it would become such a big thing this year on the show! Great job.

*******A Fic is on the way here!!******

“Purple Moose, Orange Squirrel, and A Pink Dress” by @mrsbatesmotel53

Prompts: Pagan God (Not Loki/Gabriel), Pie, Pranks, “We have seen better days” (As You Like It II.7) and (Timon of Athens IV.2).

My Fangirling: I absolutely loved this! It was beautifully characterized: witty reader, western-loving Dean, sassy Rowena, protective/knowledgeable Sam….and the way you combined your prompts…I just loved it. Comedy, alternate timeline, canon style…what is not to love here?

“Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night” by @roxy-davenport

Promtps: Queen of Hell (Abaddon), Quincunx (Hoodoo symbol), Quips, and “Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. Some run from breaks of ice, and answer none, and some condemned for one fault alone” (Measure for Measure II.1).

My Fangirling: A rewrite of an awesome episode to include a reader insert and pairing with Crowley, this fic, like many of @roxy-davenport’s, shows a sentimental and charming side of the King of Hell in a way that even makes this Dean!Girl think fondly of the red-eyed demon. I loved the sassy way she broke down the Shakespeare quote in the fic.

“Together We Thrive” by @deansarms

Prompts: Ruby's Knife, Revenge “I burn, I pine, I perish” (Taming of the Shrew I.1).

My Fangirling: I can NOT compliment this work enough. Absolute brilliance. It’s a poem that switches from Dean’s perspective (in italics) to Sam’s perspective. It centers around the Shakespeare quote, but it provides canon accurate characterization and plot in verse form, and it….ugh, just go read it. I think I’ve reread it like five times now. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.

“Friendships is Constant” by @atc74

Prompts: Samuel Campbell, Sigils, Souls, “Friendship is constant in all other things” (Much Ado About Nothing, II.1).

My Fangirling: Canon-style fluff and character analysis set in season 12, Angelina used all of her prompts, and created a catch-up moment between the boys and their mother that I think we all want to see happen on the show. Short, sweet, and adorable.

“Goodnight” by @besslincoln-bruh

Prompts: Uriel, Uniforms (Outfits), Underdog, and “Strong reasons make strong actions” (King John III.4).

My Fangirling: An interesting AU with a future Dean x Reader pairing. Reader is a lawyer trying her first defense case—to prove Dean Winchester innocent when the world (and the evidence) is against him. It was hard to tear myself away from this fic, and a creative use of all the prompts. Well worth a read!

“Sweet Revenge” by @plaidstiel-wormstache

This is a completed series. The link above is to the masterlist. She wrote it at as one long one-shot with the quote at the end, but I encouraged her to make it a series--and the whole thing is fabulous.

Prompts: Vengeful Spirits, the Veil, Vessel, and “If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?” (Merchant of Venice III.1).

My Fangirling: This friend went way above and beyond the call of duty and wrote a truly spectacular SERIES based off this prompt, with some inspiration in the form of a rather intriguing OFC. No pairing, but a beautiful use of all prompts in a canon-style fic set during John’s first solo hunt. Angst, sprinkles of fluff, some dark emotional stuff, and so much canon beauty…I love it. I don’t want to play favorites on this challenge, but this one is my favorite.

“Wrath” by @waywardjoy

Prompts: Werewolf, Wooden Stake, Wrath, and “Is this a dagger which I see before me…or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation” (Macbeth II.1).

My Fangirling: Short but strong, an angsty Dean x Reader piece where you see the unbridled danger that is a wrathful Winchester. My wonderful bestie worked in all of her alphabet prompts and her Shakespeare quote brilliantly. She also helped me put this whole challenge together, so extra kudos to her. :D

“Forgotten Rituals” by @thegreatficmaster

This is a completed two-part fic. The link above is to the masterlist. Both parts are for this challenge--@thegreatficmaster took on two prompts.

Prompts: Yellow-Eyed Demon, Yarrow, Youth, Zachariah, Zoroastrian Symbol, Zenith (the most powerful time), “Hell is empty and all the devils are here” (Tempest I.2), and “Pray you now, forget and forgive.” (King Lear IV.7).

My Fangirling: Nini created a very original reader here for a story the likes of which I’ve never seen before, and doubt I will see again. Azazel x Reader, sexy times, strange magics, manipulation of time and angels, old world religions, unexpected fluff…just wow…. I won’t be forgetting this series any time soon. Great job!

This link will take you to the masterpost I made of all of my celebration challenges!

Fics still to come for this challenge:

C @bringmesomepie56, 15. “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them” (Twelfth Night II.5).

G @therealdeanwinchester13, 10. “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” (A Midsummer Night’s Dream III.2)

K @kalliravenne, 11. “I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?” (Much Ado About Nothing IV.2).

L @hellssarcasticqueen, 19. “The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope” (Measure for Measure III.1).

O @little-red-83, 18. “Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt” (Measure for Measure I.4).

Tagging my Forever Crowd, because you guys need to see these so very much!

@2wonderinsighlents, @adaliamalfoy, @alcpegasus22, @andrastesflamingtitties, @angelofwinchester17, @alexastacio, @anokhi07, @ariethegreat98, @arryn-nyxx, @autopistaaningunaparte, @avasmommy224, @bennyyh, @benjerry707, @bringmesomepie56, @bucky-thorin-winchester, @bulletscrossbowpie, @but-deans-back-tho, @captainemwinchester, @carry-on-ms-believer, @casownsmyass, @cfordwrites, @chaos-and-the-calm67, @dancingalone21, @d-s-winchester, @deafgirlsarecooler, @deandoesthingstome, @deanfuckingwinchesterrr, @deanscherrypie, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @deanwinchesterforpromqueen, @deliciouslyshadowymilkshake, @demonangelimpala, @demondeansdomme, @end-lessnights, @faith-in-dean, @fandommaniacx, @feelmyroarrrr, @fiveleaf, @graceforme86, @i-is-for-inspiring, @ilostmyshoe-79, @impala-dreamer, @jalove-wecallhimdean, @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes, @jencharlan, @jensen-gal, @jotink78, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms, @katnharper, @kittenofdoomage, @kristaparadowski, @lipstickandwhiskey, @littlegreenplasticsoldier, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @love-kittykat21, @loreleilara, @lunarsaturn88, @luv4jensen, @marilynnlew, @millaraysuyai, @mogaruke, @moonstonemystyk, @mrsbatesmotel53, @mrsjohnsmith, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mzpearlz, @nicolesyneah25, @nightmaredean, @notnatural-supernatural, @paintrider13-blog, @pinknerdpanda, @plaidstiel-wormstache, @rizlowwritessortof, @roxy-davenport, @rushernparadise, @salvachester, @septicxsoulxdarkxmind, @scorpiongirl1, @skathan-omaha, @spnrvt, @supernatural-jackles, @supernaturalyobsessed, @theafinnerup, @thegreatficmaster, @vote-for-pedro, @waywardjoy, @wevegotworktodo, @wi-deangirl77, @wonderange, @withoutaplease, @writingbeautifulmen, @xtina2191, @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou, and @yume-deaimashou

#spnfanfic #dean x reader #crowley x reader #angst #fluff #smut #masterlist #muchadoaboutspn #shakespeare meets spn #Check these out!

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MatchesAreLit Masterlist

REQUESTS OPEN

*= suggestive (minors dni) ** = smut (minors dni) Marvel Masterlist Firefly Masterlist Squid Game Masterlist Smosh Masterlist

Tiny imagine <150w Small imagine <1000w Imagine >1000w

Dark Matter

Three

The Bridge* (small imagine)

Bunking

Meeting back up with the crew of the Raza but with their new crew members there’s only one bed left at the end of the night.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Ghostbusters-CU

Lars Pinfield

Just us

Lars has invited you over to the lab before, so why is it awkward today?

Scientists of an Absurd Field

You visit the lab and as always the air is full of condescending words and unspoken compliments.

Workplace Attire (small imagine)

In the aftermath of Garraka Lars makes his way back to the lab... You are just a little amused at the state he's in.

Zookeeper

The only thing left for the day was feeding the ghosts their dinner... Lars is there and ready to help, help keep you company that is.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Oscar’s hotel

Oliver

Oscar’s Protégé (tiny imagine)

Capabilities (tiny imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Rusty Lake

Jakob\Mr Owl

The Gardening Job (small imagine)

David

Research (small imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Friday Night Dinner

Johnny

Adam’s Bestie*

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Lucifer

Lucifer Morningstar

Back With A Badge, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, (INDEFINATE HIATUS)

Detective Hatch is reunited with a friend when she is transferred to LA but what will happen when she gets ‘acquainted’ with the Devil.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Dick Grayson

The Mysteries Of Dick Grayson*

“Now as far as I know this rooftop is neither yours nor in a city you have sworn to protect. So what, pray tell is a little birdie doing up here in the dead of night?”

Felicity Smoak

Proposal (small imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Dorian Gray

The Newest Fad

A new club has Dorian’s empty and he is furious... until hes not. I mean how could he be with that familiar voice in his ear.

Ambrose Spellman

Old ‘Friends’

You visit the home of two women who are practically family, but so much has changed in the last 70 years since you lost your best friend. what will it be like to see him again.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Tin Can Bros

Scrags

Hands up (small imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Grimm

Trubel

Anti-Grimm (small imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Who

11th Regeneration

“Sorry”* (small imagine)

Make out sesh (small imagine)

10th Regeneration

Two Hearts (small imagine)

Clara Ozwald

“Best Friends” ... sure (small imagine)

Rory Williams

A Hunky Nurse

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Stranger Things

Robin or Steve

Heading to Hawkins P1

While staying with the Hendersons you meet someone new.

P2 Robin x F!Reader

P2 Steve x F!Reader

P2 Steve x NonF!Reader

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Curious Creations of Christine McConnell

Christine + Norman x reader

Poly (small imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Jurassic Park

Ian Malcolm

Cuddling Him (HCs)

Au pairs and attacks

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Evan Peters

An Interesting Rest

During a week or so break off of filming you and some friends go on a trip, that results in a new friend who looks strikingly familiar. But will this friendship tear apart another?

Fp Jones

Picnic (small imagine)

Tommy Shelby

An Easy Target

Samuel Davenport Archive 81

Visser**

Visser P2 **

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We need more Samuel Davenport from Archive 81 smut, pretty pleaseeee! P.s. love your writing ❤️

Hey there and thank you for your kind words <3

I wasn't sure if you wanted a part two to the Visser or if you wanted something different,

The Part two is now up: here

But should you want something a lil diff im already writing a significantly more tame one, and i'll reblog this reply with that one when it's out!

Happy reading, Have a great day!

-Mp

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Imagine If You Will… (Visser Part 1, Samuel Davenport x Reader)

Being due to move into The Visser in a couple of days, you spend the night roaming your new neighborhood, but will catching a show turn into something more. Yes.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warning: Graphic smut, degrading language, choking, drugging, Dub/non-con (the mold is involved), character gets ?drugged? ?indoctrinated?, begging, unprotected sex. Kind of fucked up but believe it or not i actually made it tamer.

Two days. You had two days left until you moved into your new apartment, and saying you were excited would have been the understatement of the year. That was why you found yourself almost compulsively walking around the suburb, eyes darting around continuously taking in every aspect of the environment.

However as ironic as it may be, it was the sound of a crowd that managed to capture and hold your attention. Weaving through the crowd, you moved to see what had enthralled the masses. As you raised to stand on the balls of your feet however, striving to see over the crowd, the people around you pushed forward making you stumble and leaving you no choice but to move further into the theatre.

Deciding that with nothing better to do, the show could be worth catching, I mean the seemingly endless stream of patrons couldn’t be wrong, could they?

Clutching your ticket stub tightly in your fist, you made your way towards the bar, simply ordering a bottle of water after the wall to wall crowd of the foyer had made the air thick and humid.

Nursing the drink you allowed your eyes to shut, resting before the bright lights of the stage.

The creaks of the floorboards beneath you were covered by the fleet of footfalls that made their way to the seats that were smattered below the stage.

Struggling to find an empty table, you let your eyes flitter over the audience. Looking past the couples and groups your eyes met the bright reflection of a pair of glasses. A pair of glasses that followed you as you made your way towards their solitary owner.

Looking past the reflections you found hazel irises staring into your own, surrounded by neat hair, a trimmed beard and a plush pair of lips, leading down to a simple fitted knit and pair of jeans. Biting your bottom lip as he greeted you and invited you to sit with him, your own question died on your tongue replaced by a curt nod and a smile as you slid onto the stool he had pulled out for you.

To your slight dismay before another word could be uttered the overhead lights dimmed and the show began. As the operatic music began you found yourself entranced, and before you felt a minute pass the light above you had returned. Looking towards the man beside you, you started blinking rapidly, confused by the hot tears that had dried on your face and neck and still clouded your vision.

“How is it over already? W-was I weeping?” You questioned, looking into the warm smile of the man at your side as he clasped your hand within his, comfortingly rubbing his thumb in circles over your palm.

Samuel enjoyed the lost look on your face especially when accompanied by the tears that still coated the apples of your cheeks, he had seen you tour the building and now he knew you would fall closer into the depths of The Visser than anyone before you.

“It’s been two hours. Come on, why don’t we get a drink.” As he guided you from your chair and back towards the exit, you found comfort in the constant touch he had on your upper back.

Looking back at the man walking beside you Samuel asked about your life and played dumb as you regaled him with your excitement about the move. Acting shocked that the two of you were living in the same building he simply invited you to visit for tea once you had moved and spoke about the community that made up The Visser, going so far as to invite you to a community meeting with drinks to follow a week later.

The chatter between the two of you lasted long into the night, long enough in fact that the theatre was all but empty as an usher asked you both to leave. The slight bumps of your shoulders as the two of you roamed the streets was enough for a rash-red blush to coat your cheeks.

Samuel’s swift turn was enough to elicit one of your own, yet before a question could leave the tip of your tongue a hand rested heavily over your sternum. With a thumb ghosting over your clothed cleavage Samuel pressed your back harshly into the brick wall of the nearby apartment building.

Now mere centimetres apart, his eyes devoured your features as his free hand caged you in. Watching Samuel through your lashes you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth.

Samuel’s eyes paused on your lips before his own parted in a sigh as he threw his head back.

Pushing you further into the brick, Samuel crashed his lips into your own. Immediately asserting control he took advantage of the groan that parted your lips as your skull hit the brick by pushing his tongue into your mouth. As his rough ministrations turned your lips into pins and needles his hand moved downwards to rest over your stomach, forcing your hips back into the wall.

Completely enthralled by him you found your body following him as he leaned back.

“Holy crap” your muttered curse elicited a deep chuckle from the man in front of you. Samuel stepped back, readjusting his glasses as he reached back into his pocket, producing a card before closing your fist around it.

“So uh I’ll see you next week, or around the building.” Then without any more than a wave he had started down the street. Falling back against the wall you pondered his quick departure, that along with his change in attitude was enough to leave you reeling.

That confusion followed you for the journey back to the hotel room, the move to The Visser and throughout the rest of the week. It even nagged at your brain as you made your way down to the ground floor, fitting in with the humming and groaning noises that your radiator had been making. You really needed to get that checked. Or so you thought, but as the sound reappeared in the stairwell and only seemed to grow as you descended the concrete stairs you realised that this was probably a whole building issue.

As you made your way across the lobby you glanced at the small label on the nearest door, Community Room. Assuming the boiler room to be nearby you dismissed the illusion that made it appear that the noise was coming from the other side of the dusty door.

Yet the explanations drained from your mind as you pushed open the door and glanced into the space, the sound at this point was all around you. Lips and eyes tightly pressed closed the residents were swaying back and forth, humming the eerily familiar tune.

Seemingly hearing your footsteps the standing figure at the front of the room turned from the stone idol to set their gaze on you. As the figure approached you recognised Samuel yet your feet seemed ignorant to any relief as you soon felt your back hit the door behind you.

He quirked his head to the side as his gentle touch guided your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

“I’m so glad you came, come on in.” Leading you to the front of the room to stand by his side, he seemed to ignore your reluctance as he pulled you along behind him.

Heads hung low the thrall of his followers continuously stopped the man in front of you as you walked the short distance to the front of the room. The various thanks thrown Samuel’s way did nothing to answer the flurry of questions teeming though your mind.

So as their footsteps receded you tried to order your thoughts, but as you met the eyes of the man beside you his ravenous gaze made you stumble backwards. Yet with a shaky breath you persisted, “What the fuck was this meeting?- Who the fuck are you?- What were you doing?- What is wrong with you?”

“Whoa-ho, okay-okay, Don’t worry it’s nothing, just a little get together.”

“Just a little-don’t worry-get together. Oh yeah I always forget about the fun times me and my friends would sit around humming for an hour straight.” Your words full of incredulous repetition and sarcasm seemed only to aggravate Samuel as he stalked towards you, his calm, kind and sympathetic expression now almost purely intimidating.

Unable to tear your eyes from his, your feet catch on the uneven linoleum sending you down onto your back and into a hurried backwards crabwalk, nothing but incomprehensive mutterings pouring from your mouth.

As he loomed over you his face drew closer to your own, catching your lips with his own with a somewhat uncharacteristic force. Squirming beneath him, you failed to detach his lips from your own as his arms and legs caged you under him.

One hand supporting your torso as the other fought uncommittedly against Samuel’s chest, your attempts to act were futile against the heavy touch trailing over your breasts and stomach before his hand cupped your cunt, his palm rubbing harsh circles over your clothed clit.

Devouring your unwitting moans Samuel drove his tongue past your lips, elevating his ministrations, he ground his hips down along with his hand the forceful touch sending pain all throughout your pussy. Finding yourself breathless at his attention against all reprehension you released a cry when all at once his actions ceased and his body receded from your clouded view, a throbbing pain being all that was left in his absence.

Reappearing above you he forced you onto your front, ass raised and face pressed into the patterned floor, the hand at the base of your skull forced your face into the ground.

"You fucking whore. Do you let anyone who asks you out fuck you on the filthy fucking floor like this? Or is it just me you are this desperate for? No, with such a loose hole like this you must spend most of your time on you back."

Suddenly aware of the breeze upon your cunt and the feeling of lace around your knees, you whimpered as you fought against the knees keeping your legs spread beneath him once again. "Well I'll happily ruin you for any other cock you want to choke on, but first I think we'll have to purge the disgusting thoughts from your empty little head. And to do that you'll need to do every single thing I tell you to, which starts with begging for my kindness."

Despite the fear that showed no sign of leaving the pit of your stomach, a light chuckle found it's way up your throat. Yet as the force at the back of your neck increased you were faced with the reality that his words were not a joke as you had suspected but in fact was entirely serious.

"What was that?" He growled behind your ear as he continued, clearly not expecting a response; "You think you deserve to get fucked you dirty slut, beg for it like the piece of shit you are"

"No fucking wa-" the fingers that he forced into you elicited a scream that reduced your protests to pained whimpers.

Sliding his digits from your hole he raised himself to his knees before turning your head to the side, the soon to be black and blue bruise on your cheekbone flashing though your mind. Gearing up to flee the man above you, you drew in a laboured breath you wheeezed through the black dust that clouded your lungs from what you could have sworn was a patterned floor.

"Please, please, Samuel. I am undeserving but please take me for anything and everything you want." Your brow furrowed, you hadn't had control over your words let alone the shaky whines that followed.

A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest as he leant forward once again yet as you awaited his next words he pushed into you, the size had you once again wincing at the pain.

Hearing a brief grunt of warning from above you before he bottomed out inside you. Mewling lightly before you a wave of pleasure sent you into another chain of praises, that this time fell easily and willingly from your lips. Clawing at the linoleum beneath flooring you found yourself enraptured by the rippling of the dust patterns beneath you. Pulling you back to your senses was the hand that crept around the front of your throat, leaving your limbs to flail as he tugs you towards his chest. rapid pace of Samuel inside of you

The feeling of Samuel's rabid pace sent a tingle though your chest and left you limp in his arms, muttering mindless praise and thanks alongside guttural moans. Feeling your muscles spasm and the tightness in your stomach circle the drain, you released a pleading cry of his name.

The hands that gripped your slumped frame tightened around your flesh, sure to leave a mark as his thrusts became uneven and his throat ground out a chain of groans until his release poured into your depths.

Dropping you from his grasp, you fell to the side the crown of your head colliding with the floor, euphoric at the feeling of his seed dripping down the curve of your inner thigh.

Eyes fluttering you lay content and quivering underneath his shadow as he loomed over you, the impossible glow that surrounded him sent phantom waves of pleasure through your core.

With a short emotionless glance down at your wrecked figure he had shrugged his coat back on and stalked out of the room.

Struggling to stand, let alone walk you crawled your way to the nearest wall, using it to prop yourself up, you became aware that all of the chairs that crowded the room had been stacked to the side. Were other people in the room? Did you really care? Of were you prepared to do whatever he needed you to.

Part 2

#archive 81 #samuel x reader #archive 81 imagine #archive 81 x reader #archive 81 smut #samuel smut #samuel imagine #samuel davenport #imagine #x reader #Samuel davenport smut #Imagine if you will...

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