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mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year

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Oh yay, I love your writing btw!! Could I request Jack Kline discovering that he absolutely LOVES it when reader gives him hickeys?? And after the first time he just keeps asking for them bc he always wants a few on him at all times to remind him of you. Thank you!!!!

Okay first of all anon thank you for the kind words :) so glad you love my writing. And Jack plus hickies hmm.....let's see what we can come up with for this little HC.

Okay so Jack and hickies, let us begin!

At first, and obviously being new to this whole human intimacy, Jack never really understood why he would see some bite marks on people's necks.

Bless him at first he thought they had been attacked by vampires but managed to escape before they took the first bite.

But after going to you, his partner, you explain to him that those are not bites from a monster, but bite marks from their spouses called hickies.

"So hickies are.......a sign of affection?" he questions.

"They can be. Sometimes people like to mark their partners as theirs."

"Like a possession? But I thought humans weren't things?"

"No, well that really depends on the whole kinky thing depending on the relationship. To be honest babe, it gets complicated if I try to explain it. The point is, hickies are just really deep kisses and soft bites people do to their partners as a sign of affection."

"Will you give me one?" he asks after a moment of silence.

"You--you want a hickey?" you ask.

"I'd like to know what they feel like. We love each other, right?"

"Yes, absolutely. Only if you're sure."

"I am. So what do we do first?"

He was ready to get straight to business. It was both funny and kinda cute, especially when he gave you that adorable smile of his.

So you begin with a simple make out session. Cupping his face in your hands before finally separating your lips from his.

You then tilt his neck to the side.

"Now just relax, and enjoy it. But if I'm too rough or it hurts too much, just let me know okay?" you say to him. he nods.

It first begins with you kissing his cheek before slowly going down towards his neck.

You hear him let out a gasp as your lips began their path down his neck before stopping midway down his neck.

His body slightly tenses up so you stop and ask him.

"Should I stop?"

"No!" he says urgently. "No don't stop it--it felt......good."

So you continue. With a few kisses just around the spot before giving him a small bite to his neck.

Suddenly a lightbulb explodes from one of the lamps at Jack's bedside which startles you.

You turn to see Jack's eyes glowing gold.

"Sorry." he apologizes. His eyes turn back to normal and you say.

"It's fine. Just didn't expect that. Should we go on or is it too much?"

"I'm enjoying it. Maybe a bit too much. I'll try to not use my powers, I promise." he says as he brings you back chest to chest.

You resume your position and give him another love bite before lightly sucking on the skin of his neck.

He breathless gasps and soft moans are music to your ears as he even tightens his grip on your waist.

After finishing off with a couple of licks of your tongue to ease the stinging sensation, you separate.

"When do the marks show up? How long do they take to form?" he asks.

"Well that depends. I didn't want to go too extreme but I know there's definitely a bitemark there." you then watch as he goes over to his bathroom mirror and observe his new mark.

And he waits, and waits, and waits.

That boy does not move a muscle from his bathroom. Soon enough you got tired and fell right to sleep on his bed.

"Baby! Baby! Sweetheart wake up! Wake up! It came!" you open your eyes to see Jack turning his neck to you and there you saw it.

A light purple bruise from where you had made his first hickey.

"Yep, there it is babe." you say tiredly.

"I love it. Do you think you can give me another one?" he asks excitedly.

You turn to see it's around 2:45 in the morning.

"I'll give you one when the sun's up, now can I go back to sleep?"

"Right sorry. Sleep my love. And thank you for my new prize." you didn't really hear much after he told you to go to sleep.

After that, Jack proudly shows off his hickeys to everyone and all.

In fact there are times he demands more hickeys even when one side of his neck is completely covered with them.

He gets a bit hickey crazy until you tell him that there needs to be a time for healing before any mote hickies can be given.

Of course he pouts because he just loves showing the world your love for one another.

But he allows his current hickies to heal and will just take the normal make out sessions you guys will do every now and then.

There is one time when he tries to return the favor by giving you a hickey.

But he didn't quite understand how the love bite works and accidentally bit you too hard.

Bless the boy he felt so bad, he first healed you of the bite mark and vowed he'd never do it again while frantically apologizing for his mistake.

You calmed him down and said all was good and that you didn't blame him.

In conclusion, Jack Kline loves receiving hickies from his beloved and will wear them like badges of honor. And he doesn't care who stares or Dean's comments of him being 'whipped'.

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inthemytdl · 8 months

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Somewhere Only We Know

“Is it okay if I sit here?”

The whirl of wind trumped the gentle voice of the boy beside you. He wore a letterman jacket. A yellow hue reflected off its stripes from the street light next to the bus stop.

“What?”

“Oh, sorry.” He raised a jazz hand. “I’m Jack. I’ve noticed people here like to claim benches. Is it okay if we share?”

You shrugged then scooched over. Your phone lit up with the time as you moved. The bus would arrive soon. After that was one long trip to nowhere. You’d figure it out on the way there. That was part of the adventure.

“Where are you going?” Jack’s cheerful voice startled you.

You rubbed cold arms. “Nowhere.”

“Right. You don’t know me.” He faced you, lowered his head. “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

“Didn’t think so.” You studied him for a lingering moment. He looked too young to be some psycho killer but was lanky enough you could beat him in a fight if he was. “Where are you going?”

“I don't know.” He tilted his head toward the sky. “Wherever the bus takes me?”

“Nebraska.”

“There. I’m going there.” Jack smiled, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him Nebraska was just… Nebraska. “Are you cold? Here. Have my jacket.”

“What? No.” You swatted his hand away.

“It’s fine,” Jack said. “I don’t get cold.” He placed his jacket on your shoulders then returned to his dreamy state, practically drooling.

You were staring at him now, but he didn’t seem to mind. The gap between his teeth broke through his smile; his bright eyes lit up in the street light, the yellow hue reflecting off his irises now. He had this innocent look, like all the pain and despair of the world couldn’t hurt him. Not now, at least. Right now, all that mattered was Nebraska.

“I’m running away,” you blurted. “Sort’ve.”

Jack’s smile broke. “Why would you do that?”

“Well, it’s not running, really. I’m old enough to take care of myself. I’m just going on an… adventure.”

“I like adventures.” His smile was back. That gap in between his teeth.

The bus parked in front of you. It was empty, aside from a few scattered passengers. The doors opened. The driver made eye contact.

“Do you want to go on an adventure with me, Jack?” you asked.

He pressed a thumb on the dip of his chin. His hair blew into his face. “I’m not sure,” he said.

A pin dropped in your stomach. You spent five minutes talking and jumped straight to fifth base: asking him to travel with you. You didn’t even know him, really. He could’ve been a serial killer, a really nice one. And if he wasn’t, he must’ve thought you were weird now.

Jack inhaled a swift breath and released it with a sigh. “Are you a serial killer?” he asked.

“What?” you laughed. “No, of course not. I’m Y/n.”

“Then yes. I would like to go on an adventure with you, Y/n.” He pushed up from the bench and that lulling smile on his face met yours.

A warm heat encompassed you as you stepped onto the bus. Jack took the cushioned seat next to the window and looked out at the night sky. You took the aisle seat.

The bus shook as the engine rumbled to life. You were going to Nebraska. The land of farms, corn, prairies, and the occasional city. You could picture it now—the petrichor smell of wet grain, the bright lights illuminating cities—and while you weren’t sure if you’d stay, you were ready for your next adventure. And happy it wouldn’t be alone.

Jack traced a smiley onto the condensated window glass before relaxing into his seat. "I've never been on a bus before," he said.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

Trees flew by as the bus began to move and you became more comfortable with Jack. You had only just met him but traveling together felt right. And you weren’t sure what he was leaving behind, but were glad to have him by your side.

You took Jack’s hand in yours, startling him a bit, and said, “Next stop, Nebraska.”

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devilsmoth · 1 month

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Dead Rising (TFW x reader, Lucifer x reader?????)

Authors Note: I know this isn't the best thing I've ever written, but this is more just writing practice for me :] trying to get back into the swing of writing. Either way, I hope you enjoy it ! If not then I'm sorry ;w;

Warnings: Nothing, really. Language?

Pairing: I didn't write one in mind, though the way I ended up writing Lucifer I suppose it could be Lucifer x y/n if I make a sequel to this?

Prompt: "I thought you were dead!" / "Wow! The miracle of life!", "Just wishful thinking."

Words: 1,741

It was....weird. Death was weird, but then again it'd also be weird if it wasn't weird? Some sort of weird paradox. A weirdadox, if you will.

One moment, you were there, ready to fight alongside team Free Will, and then next you were just....gone? What was weird was that there wasn't even any pain, or if there was you certainly don't remember it. You've flirted with the concept of death many times before, all of them filled with unbearable pain and slight panic, but you've never actually died.

You weren't sure what happened, but there was no reaper to meet you, nobody to guide you to the other side. Dean and Sam were too busy fighting some stupid group of angels to notice you had died so abruptly. Or, at least you think you died? Question mark?

Your brows furrowed as you took a look at your surroundings, only to see Lucifer standing there with a smug smile on his face, and wiggling his fingers at you in some strange form of a wave. He was quiet, for now at least, instead pointing to something on the ground. Confusion was clear on your face as you followed where he was pointing, only to see your body on the ground.

You looked over yourself, searching for any signs of a wound, anything that would've attributed to your cause of death, but there was....nothing. No blood, no wounds, no gore, nothing. You looked back to Lucifer with a strange gaze, expecting him to explain just what the fuck is going on.

"Now," He begins, hands in front of him, "I bet you're wondering, 'Oh no, what happened, what am I, mehmehmeh,'" Lucifer takes on a high pitched, mocking tone, hands moving side to side as he speaks, "All good questions."

There was a long, silent pause, with him just staring at you.

"Oh, you want me to answer them." Lucifer announces in a bored tone.

"I think that would be the polite thing to do, yeah," You nod in agreement, "Especially since you were the one that killed me, I feel like I'm owed some kind of explanation."

"Huh?" He questions, but whether it's genuine confusion or he's exaggerating himself to mock you, you've no idea, "Dead? Do you see any reapers, y/n?" He asks, arms out as he turns around, as if he was looking for them himself, "You're funny, or maybe just stupid...Either way, no you're not dead."

"Dean!" You hear Sam call, "DEAN GET OVER HERE, NOW!"

Lucifer smiles when he hears the panic in Sam's voice. You turn to look at Sam, only to see him trying to shake you awake, calling your name. Dean comes running over, and checks you for a wound of any kind, and quickly becomes frustrated when he can't find one. Sam and Dean argue with one another for a good minute before they both finally agree on just getting you back to the car and heading back to the bunker as fast as humanly possible.

"Just, let's just get 'em in the car, alright?!" Dean commands, "Did you see what happened?"

"No, no, I-" Sam's words falter when he sees the angry and disappointed look on Dean's face, but he picks your body up easily, "I was fighting off Heaven's bodyguards Dean, just like you were!"

"I told you to keep an eye on 'em! You were the one that wanted them to come!" Dean argues as he opens the door for Sam to put you in the backseat, "I told you they should stay back at the bunker and work on researching, but nooooo-"

"Dean, they're obviously not dead!" Sam argues back in frustration, "So how about we wait to blame me for it, okay?"

Dean just grumbles as he gets into the car. The sight would've made you smile, if you weren't incorporeally separated from your own body, with still no explanation as the what the fuck happened, or what was even going on. Your gaze is back on Lucifer, this time with less confusion and more anger. Were you just here for his fucking amusement, or was he gonna get to talking? You glare at him, already plotting a way to kill him, and as if reading your thoughts, he puts his hands up in surrender.

"Hey, look," Lucifer begins, "I'll return you to your body, just as soon as I can get what I want."

"Oh yeah?" You question, "And what's that? Jack? A new haircut? Maybe a shower-"

"You wound me," He puts a hand over his heart in faux offense, "Don't worry your pretty head about it, alright?"

"So, what?" You question, crossing your arms, "You're just going to leave my body to rot until who fucking knows how long, just to have some leverage? You expect the maggots to avoid my decaying body just because I asked nicely?"

Lucifer just stares at you for a moment, and you swear you see a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. He sighs out heavily, whining in annoyance before he rolls his eyes and looks back to you.

"Fine," He snaps his fingers, and you feel a part of you...spirit? lurch, "There. Happy?"

"..." You look around, wondering what the Hell he did, before looking back at him like he was fucking insane, "What the hell was that?"

"I'll explain on the way, I'm not staying here until the sun rises just chatting with you," He ushers you forward, and you comply, mostly because what else were you gonna do? "Come on, there we go."

He raises his hand to snap his fingers a bit, before a thought crosses his mind, and he squints before looking down at you.

"Uh, hold your breath," Lucifer warns, "Otherwise you'll find out what astral projected spirit-vomit looks like."

You shoot him another crazed look before listening to him, and just as you start to wonder what the hell he was talking about, he snaps his fingers and suddenly you're teleported to his throne room. Ah, that makes sense now, Cas would tell you something similar. You also recall Dean mentioning something about angelic teleportation and constipation as a side effect.

Back at the bunker, Sam and Dean had managed to get you--or, rather, your body--back inside. Sam had set you on a couch nearby so that they could keep an eye on you while they tried to research what was going on with you. It just...didn't make sense. You had a pulse, a weak one, but a pulse nevertheless. There was no wounds, no blood no signs of some kind of spell, no hex bags, nothing. Not even a sign of a struggle. So what gives?

A couple hours had passed in mostly silence, occasionally broken up by one of the brothers chiming in with an idea, and the other shooting it down because you didn't have any of the symptoms. Poor Jack was also confused, but he was still trying his best to help Sam and Dean come up with an answer within the many books of the bunker.

Suddenly, without any hint or warning, you had sat up from the couch. The boys didn't notice you at first, until you had passed behind Sam, and Dean's hunter instincts kicked in. He looked up, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. He kicks his brother to get his attention, and Sam looks up in confusion, only to see what he was looking at and grow even more confused.

"Uh," Sam begins as he grabs your arm to stop you, "Woah, woah, slow down,"

"Yeah," Dean chimes in as you turn around with a raised brow, "What the hell happened to you?"

You simply shrug, "I'm not a fucking oracle, I don't know."

The response nearly gives them whiplash, you never talked like that. Dean's first idea was that you were possessed, and Sam puts a hand out to stop Dean moving to get his gun.

"Okay, okay," He speaks, thinking you're angry, "Do you remember anything?"

"I remember this place sucks," You shrug again, your tone flat and emotionless, "And that there's leftovers in the fridge I'd kill for right now."

"Oookay," Sam speaks cautiously, and the familiar sound of wings can be heard before a familiar presence enters the room, "So, you're okay?"

"I dunno, I guess?" You shrug again, "I could go for some cake right now."

"Okay, what the hell?" Dean chimes in again, "I thought you were dead!"

"Just wishful thinking."

"I feel I have missed something." Castiel announces a bit awkwardly.

"Y/N was dead, but now they're not." Jack explains with a smile.

"Wow! The miracle of life!" You roll your eyes and yank your arm out of Sam's grip, "I'm going to go make me something to eat, since the Brady Bunch is all caught up."

With that, you had left the room, and Castiel watched silently as you left. His eyes squinted for a moment, analyzing you before you disappeared into the kitchen. This was not good news. You were soulless, and given that Sam, Dean, and Jack were all confused as to what happened to you in the first place, Castiel is doubtful that they know who did it to you. The good news is that there's not a whole lot of candidates that could've done it.

A lot of people are dead.

Not that dead is a good thing, but it is in this instance. The bad news, is that really, it's just the one person he's suspicious of, and if it is that person, then there's no way they're returning your soul without something in return. He dreads to think of what Lucifer could want in exchange for your very soul. Oh boy.

"I know what is wrong," Castiel announces as he comes out of his thoughts, realizing Sam and Dean were arguing with each other again.

They both look to the angel, who quietly looks back at them.

Dean rolls his eyes, "Alright, you gonna tell us, sparky?" He shoots Castiel a look, who nods.

"Yes." Castiel takes in a breath, "Y/N is soulless, and given our short pool of candidates to choose from these days, I suspect it to be Lucifer's doing."

Sam and Dean were both quiet for a moment, looking to each other like they were having a silent conversation.

"You can do that?" Jack asks, and Castiel hesitates.

"Your father can, yes."

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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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First off, I wanna thank every single one of you that has helped my blog get to this point over the years! I’m honestly speechless that this many people give two fucks about me or my trash writing, haha. But you do, and I can’t fathom it, nor can I thank you enough! 💘 However, what I can do — is host a celebration! Starting tomorrow night at 7PM, I am inviting y’all to join me for my 7K party!

Minors are NOT allowed at this celebration, and will be blocked on the spot! I also reserve the right to reject any asks that I don’t feel comfortable writing for/publishing. Please follow the rules below!

I will announce a reminder for the event, so that time zones will not be confused! And the event will go on all night, maybe even further? Here’s what I have come up with (see below, on what you can choose from to submit), and I hope to see you there?! Love y’all! ❤️💘💘🥹🥹 And thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

My navigation, My Main Masterlist

Fandoms you can choose from for the categories below:

Stranger Things

Supernatural

American Horror Story

Shameless US

The Walking Dead

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (including the Angel verse)

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Characters/ships you can choose from:

ST: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Argyle, Chrissy Cunningham, Henry Creel & Robin Buckley

Ships for ST: Ronance, Steddie & Harringrove (all ships can be done with a reader). I don’t write for Stancy or Hellcheer, but I will if it includes a reader to balance said ships out.

SPN: Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester & Castiel

Ships for SPN: Destiel (ship can be done with a reader)

AHS: Any Cody Fern character, namely Michael. Will also do most Evan Peters characters.

TWD: Negan and Rick Grimes. I’m not opposed to Carl, but he will be over 21 in anything that I write!

BtVS: Faith Lehane, Angel, Spike, Buffy & Connor.

Shameless: Lip Gallagher ONLY!

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The activities: (please use the emoji in your ask)

🚢 Select a fandom and submit a little info about yourself, and I will ship you with a character!

💘Use this and I will write a paragraph on why I adore you!

📓Go for this one, and choose a character you’d like to have a personalized letter from.

❔Select this one, and I will post a snippet of a WIP that I currently have!

💌 Pick a theme and a character, and I will write a short drabble/blurb on it! Dark themes, plus sized readers, and physical/mental/chronically ill readers are also okay to request!

✍🏻 And finally, if you select this one — please choose a character and a prompt. You may also make a request with the prompt!

Prompts to choose from:

Smut:

Smut

Angst

One, two, three

Love:

Love

Love realization

Other:

Pining

Enemies to lovers

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iliveformanyfictionalcharacters · 1 year

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Bee’s Masterlist

Last Updated - 10/14/23

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Fire and Fear - Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help. (Angst)

Castiel

Jack Kline (Platonic)

Gabriel

Rowena Mcleod

Crowley

Benny

Andy

Multiple

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Multiple

Harry Potter

Young Sirius Black

Young Remus Lupin

Young James Potter

Cedric Diggory

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

Multiple

Confessions Of Love - Small stories about you confessing your love for HP characters. (Fluff)

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Death - The Greene Family farm was a miracle to everyone. Except for one person.(Angst)

Glenn Rhee

Multiple

Pirates Of The Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Multiple

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Cordelia Foxx

Kyle Spencer

Misty Day

Zoe Benson

Blushing Butterflies -Zoe and the reader have massive crushes on each other, only Zoe doesn’t realize it because of the readers calm nature. (Fluff)

Jimmy Darling

James March

Elizabeth

Multiple

The Hobbit/LOTR

Thorin Oakenshield

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Bofur

Bombur

Bifur

Dwalin

Balin

Oin

Gloin

Ori

Dori

Nori

Bilbo Baggins

Samwise Gamgee

Frodo

Merry

Elrond

Legolas Greenleaf

Tauriel

Multiple

HOO Books!Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Grover Underwood

Annabeth Chase

Hazel Levesque

Jason Grace

Leo Valdez

Piper McLean

Frank Zhang

Nico Di Angelo (Platonic)

Multiple

Marvel

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Thor

Loki

Jack Thompson

Peggy Carter

Daniel Sousa

Howard Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Sam Wilson

Bruce Banner

Peter Parker

Multiple

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Erica Sinclair (Platonic)

Mike Wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Gareth Emerson

Jonathan Byers

Argyle

Multiple

Horror

Paul

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael Emerson

Michael Myers

Bo Sinclair

Flowers - Giving Bo the flowers you picked. (Fluff)

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Bubba Sawyer

Disabled S/0 - Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane. (Fluff)

Nubbins Sawyer

Choptop Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Patrick Hocksetter

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss

Reggie Huggins

Losers Club (Platonic)

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Spooky Lovers - Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season (Fluff)

Randy Meeks

Tatum Riley

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Multiple

Meetings - Meeting all the Lost Boys (Fluff)

Grease

Danny Zuko

Kenickie

Putzie

Fear - Putzie has a nightmare and Danny gets worried. Platonic or Romantic; your choice.(Fluff)

Fever - Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.(Fluff)

Date? - Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.(Fluff)

The Sting In His Heart 1/2 - Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, what's going to happen to those bullies? (Angst)

Blurb - (Fluff)

Doody

Sunny

Multiple

LA One Piece

Luffy

Sanji

Blurb - (Smut)

Zoro

Usopp

Buggy

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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Another month we survived! Whew that was a long one and a really short one at the same time? Anyway, I've got a few fics to rec for you guys, I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I did :)

The fics are sorted by fandom and character. Warnings are added as they are provided.

Happy reading!

navigation | reading masterlist (soon to be added)

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Spend The Night by @alloftheimaginesblog

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader

Warnings: none provided

Summary: You spend the night with Eddie but afterwards, you're unsure of where you stand with him now.

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This Blurb by @ddejavvu

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader X Eddie Munson

Warnings: none provided

Summary/Request: This might be terrible, but Eddie and Steve relentlessly teasing you because they think the reader has a crush on someone but the crush is them and Eddie is just being pervy about it while Steve is making light hearted jabs like "I know who you like" and the reader freaks out a bit.

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Private Dance by @natti-ice

Pairing: Stripper!Eddie Munson X fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! Alcohol consumption,lap dance, public sex(?) oral f receiving, p in v (unprotected), doggy style, pulling out!

summary: your friends take you out to help relieve stress, they also get you a early birthday present. A private dance from a male stripper.

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Jonathan Byers

Pairing: Jonathan Byers X Reader

This Blurb by @kurtkunkles

Warnings: none provided

This Blurb by @luveline

Summary/Request: could you write something where joyce finds out about reader and Jonathan? preferably when they are still living in Hawkins but cali is fine too :)

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Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Jonathan Byers X Reader

Summary/Request: congrats on 24k! can i request bestfriend!jonathon to lovers?

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Steve Harrington

This Blurb by @sinclaiirs

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: drunk!Steve Harrington X drunk!Reader

Summary/Request: What about the soft blurb idea of drunk Steve and drunk reader cuddling on the floor? Love your blog btw!!

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Swimming Pools by @jexnrey

warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, nipple play, praise kink, cursing, brief teasing, dirty talk if you squint, innocence kink, heavy making out, pet names like “baby” and “angel”, no specific timeline in st, mentions of sex, drinking and smoking.

Pairing: Steve Harrington X fem!reader

summary: being alone in the swimming pool with steve harrington in the serene, dark night brought up intense feelings that blossomed into a steamy and passionate night.

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This Blurb by @ddejavvu

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary/Request: Reader and Steve sleeping in the same bed and Reader keeps waking up cold because Steve has pulled all the blankets off of them.

Dean Winchester

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Supernatural

Are You My Girlfriend? by @jawritter

Warning: throws crack and fluff in your face and walks off.

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary/Request: Can you tell me a story of where the reader finds dean when he has no memory and helps him/ takes care of him and she gives him pie that he absolutely loves. The rest is up to you. I love all of your stuff! Please and thank you! 😊💖

This Headcanon by @ohwowimlonley

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Sam Winchester

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Summary: Sam sfw Headcanon for her 100 follower celebration

Taken by @cas-kingdom

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Jack Kline

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Summary: The blood of a virgin is needed in many a spell, and Sam and Dean have become accustomed to turning to you. However, after one particular night, they’re about to find out they’re going to have to turn to someone else from now on. And it can’t be Jack.

#eddie munson x reader #jonathan byers x reader #steve harrington x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #jack kline x reader #kat reading tales #fic recs #monthly fic recs

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ohwowimlonley · 2 years

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Megs 100 celebration masterlist!

Blurbs -

Mafia!mitch rapp

mitch rapp + medplay*

mitch rapp + hate sex*

richie boyle + housewife kink*

jack kline + kissies

sam winchester + argument aftermath

johnathan byers + first blowjob*

eddie munson + pushing glasses up your nose

steve rogers + hatefucking*

Headcanons -

mitch rapp + mornings

mitch rapp + breakfast in bed

mitch rapp + breeding*

mitch rapp + period sex*

richie boyle + cooking

tmr thomas + sitting on his lap

tmr thomas + showing u off

sam winchester + being protective

eddie munson + rolling ur joints

eddie munson + manhandling*

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caitlyn-winchester · 2 years

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Blurb Requests (Open)

i’m going to open up blurb requests bc i’m bored and want to get my brain moving

Request any scenario you’d like but please keep it short because this is for blurbs only

what I won’t do:

- smut

- sad endings

who I write for

- JJ Maybank x reader

- John B sister!reader

- Winchester sister!reader

- Jack Kline x reader

#outer banks fanfiction #outerbanks #outerbanks blurbs #obx blurbs #supernatural #supernatural requests #supernatural blurbs #outer banks request

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racingtowardsaredlight · 5 years

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Goodnight to Jack Kline ONLY

#half angel baby #i love him and will protect him with my life #supernatural #jack kline #jack nephilim #jack kline blurb #alex calvert

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amazingmaeve · 2 years

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supernatural fic recommendations

the supernatural fics that I love and if you love the show and want to read some fics these are definitely the ones you should be, and if you do don’t forget to show your support (like/reblogs/comments)

also show the authors some love, they made these fics and they deserve the recognition.

dean winchester

castiel

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gayandfairycore · 2 years

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Perhaps he was destined to live a life of tragedy his mother died before he was born, his beloved father figure murdered in cold blood.

The only other people whom he had met had looked at him in shear disgust. For whatever reason Jack did not know.

He was only a boy, a newborn baby. Inhabiting a body far too old for the innocence littered within…

he was already at fault for just existing.

He was a powerful young boy, and he was different, he was so naive.

A need to prove himself. To prove he was not a monster.

Just a boy,

How could he have known that he could not trust the kind smiles of strangers, the waves they sent over their shoulders.

definitely meant for people who werent Jack.

He was alone in this cruel and unkind world.

He was the son of Satan, and destined for great things. Although his life shall be stricken with tragedy.

Only death lies in its wake.

#castiel x reader #dean winchester x reader #jack kline x reader #jack kilne #tfw #team free will #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #supernatural #blurb

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writers-block246 · 4 years

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Kissing Team Free Will Blurb (Supernatural)

Notes: Gifs aren’t mine

Dean Winchester:

He is everything you didn’t expect.

Rough around the edges, angry at the world. You had thought he would have put those emotions into your kiss.

He did everything but.

Instead, you felt large, gentle hands cradling your face, and soft lips upon your own. Sweet smiles and piercing green eyes flashed before you within each taken breath. Soft lashes brushed across your cheek.

You were caught in a daze. The world around you fell to pieces.

All that was left was strong hands tracing your arms, coming to rest on your waist. One searching for your own. The tangling of fingers. A small squeeze. Comfort. Peace. You never wanted to leave his embrace. Never wanted to give up this sense of serenity.

(Never wanted to give up him).

Kissing Dean Winchester was everything you should’ve saw coming.

Sam Winchester:

A gentle giant.

Puppy dog eyes and sympathetic smiles.

That’s what he gave to the world.

To you, however, it was punishing kisses, and bruising hands. Fingers tugging your hair back for better access. Demanding lips upon yours.

It was standing on your tiptoes in order to reach his mouth. Your fingers tangled in his locks. A leg swung over his hip.

It was moans let out between kisses. A rough grasp of your waist, pushing you against the wall. Strong hands holding you in place.

It was his hard body against yours. Teeth clashing together. Remaining totally under his control. And loving it.

To you, he gave the effects of his inner turmoil. To you, he gave his true self.

(What more could you ask for?)

Kissing Sam Winchester was everything you shouldn’t have seen coming.

Castiel Novak:

You were the one to initiate it.

The poor seraphim, while he had learned so much during his time on Earth, still remained clueless at times.

Frankly, it was kind of adorable.

So, seeing his face light up, proud at his understanding of a human custom, eyes bright in his delight, you couldn’t help yourself.

Taking his face within your palms, you placed your lips on his.

He froze.

Immediately, you began to worry. You started to move your head back when you felt a large hand cupping the back of your neck. His lips began to move against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut once more, and you leaned into him, fingers coming to tangle in his hair. You licked the seam of his lips, and he tentatively opened his mouth. Dipping your tongue in, you were shocked to hear a moan escape his mouth.

Blushing (angels could blush?), he pulled back. “My-my apologies.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You broke into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, come here.”

Kissing Castiel was pure like he was supposed to be.

Jack Kline:

You were telling Jack about one of your favorite shows, as he asked question after question, his natural curiosity shining through.

The whole time, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of your face. He loved your animated hands and expressive features. The way your eyes lit up when you were talking about something you enjoyed. He didn’t really know what it meant, but you made him warm on the inside, and he always wanted to be close to you.

Maybe that’s why he found himself leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.

You felt him tentatively kiss you, making you smile. He was inexperienced, for obvious reasons, and that only endeared him to you more. You slowly deepened the kiss, encouraging him to follow your lead.

You found that he was a fast learner.

Separating for air, you met each other’s gazes. In tandem, you broke out in giggles.

You couldn’t help but peck his lips, and he grinned in response.

Kissing Jack Kline was a reminder of all things good in the world.

-Admin Cheyenne :)

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inthemytdl · 8 months

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Teenage Dream

Summary: Jack prepares for his first date (with a girl)

Note: she/her pronouns

“Are you sure?” Jack brushed down the black shirt and army style jacket Dean gave him.

The sleeves went a couple inches past his hand, so he had to roll them up to fit properly. The shirt, on the other hand, fit well.

“Trust me, chicks dig the bad boy look,” Dean said. “A little dirt, a little grime. Works every time.”

Jack had never been on a date before, but he imagined dressing nicer than this. Wearing his FBI suit, maybe. It was the nicest one he owned and the sleeves fit perfectly.

He turned to Sam. “Is that true?”

“Sometimes,” Sam said, without looking up from his computer.

But Jack had seen a good amount of romance films and couldn’t imagine Sam as the bad boy in any of them. In his mind, he was always the nice guy. The hero.

“Did you think you’d go in your FBI suit?” Dean laughed. “This is a date, kid, not a case.”

“I like that suit. Cass says blue is my color.”

Cass nodded. “It’s true. And that”—he pointed at Jack—“is horrible.”

“Hey!” Dean shouted. “That’s style. Army green, simple tees. That’s in right now. It’s all over the mags.”

“Mags?” Sam said.

“Magazines. God, you guys are old.”

Jack watched the scene unfold. Dean was doing that thing where he pretended to be young again while Sam groaned and Cass filed his nails against the wooden table. Usually, he’d let it go on, but there were just thirty minutes until his date with you and he still didn’t have an outfit.

“I don’t have time for this!” Jack shouted. His skin was hot like when he used his powers.

“Woah. Relax. It’s just a date,” Dean said.

“He’s never been on a date before, Dean,” Sam countered.

“So? Neither has Cass and he’s doing fine.”

“Dating, love, relationships. Those are human things,” Cass said. “Trivial.”

“Trivial?” Dean craned his neck toward him and the pair erupted into yet another argument as Sam approached Jack.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” he said. “Just be yourself. Girls can tell when you’re faking.”

“They can?” Jack felt more nervous than before. It was all too human. And he was only half of that. He wasn’t used to having sweaty palms or a butterfly-filled stomach. He thought he was sick the first time he felt their flutter before Sam explained that it was normal.

“Uh, yeah. Sometimes,” Sam coughed. “But you’ll be fine.” He gave him those puppy dog eyes he gave families when working a case: his attempt to take half of their pain. It worked sometimes. Jack was grateful it worked now.

“Okay,” he said, leaving to change.

He hurried to his room and put on a white button up paired with a brown suit. That blue tie he loved. He stopped for a moment to look in the mirror, did an awkward smile, then made his way back to the command center.

The chaos had died down by the time he arrived, and all three of the boys sat around the table listening to Sam. Jack overlooked the scene from the head of the table. This was one of the few times the bunker was quiet: when one of them was talking and the others listened. And that was rare. Most days, they talked over each other.

“Woah. Look at you.” Sam was first to notice him. His dimples pinched his cheeks as he smiled.

“Much better,” Cass rasped.

Dean scrunched his face and made his way over to him. Jack wiped sweaty palms down his blazer. Dean was never all that nice to him, but a couple months in the bunker and they had become somewhat of a family.

“You’ve got to learn how to properly tie a tie,” Dean said, and he adjusted it for him. “There. Not as good as before but… decent.” He nodded, then fished in his pocket and produced silver keys. “Here.”

“You’re letting me drive the impala?” Jack said.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

Sam clapped. “Alright, go get ‘em, tiger.”

A rush of energy overcame Jack, though he couldn’t tell why. It might’ve been confidence or nerves or something entirely different—he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. He had grown accustomed to fear and adrenaline. Love, even. But never romantic, and never like this.

This would be the first time he went on a real date, and one where no one tried to kill him. He felt prepared; he knew what to do. Once he got to the restaurant, he would pull your chair out for you, you’d talk, and then you’d fall in love with him.

There was only one thing he was unsure about.

“What should I say when I get there?” he asked.

“I read in a Teen Vogue magazine it’s custom to talk about your interests,” Cass said.

“Zombies?”

“No—no zombies!” Dean said. “For the love of god, no zombies.”

“Just follow her lead, okay?” Sam said.

Jack nodded, making a mental note of all the advice he’d be given. But if he wasn’t allowed to talk about zombies, what would he talk about?

“Uh, kid.” Dean laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not moving.”

“I’m not?”

“No,” Cass said. “You’ve been standing in Dean’s beer puddle for thirty seconds now.”

“Oh.” He felt the liquid squish below his feet.

“Here, I’ll walk you.” Sam placed a hand on his back and led him to the door.

“You’ll call me if you need help?”

Leaving during a case felt wrong—like when he finished a box of cereal and it didn’t have a toy in it or when he waved at someone and they didn’t wave back—but Sam insisted he go.

“Yeah,” Sam said, opening the door for him.

Jack lifted a slow hand and waved goodbye.

Sam smiled and waved back; gave him that look that took half his nerves, half his pain. Then the door shut and it was time for his date.

#jack kline #jack kline blurbs #jack kline x reader #jack kline fics #jack kline x yn #supernatural fics #jack kline oneshot #spn fics #jack winchester #jack kline imagine #supernatural fanfiction

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donutdean · 3 years

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Hi, I never do this, & am not actually very vocal here on tumblr. SPN ending has been hard on me like I suspesct it has been for many of my spn fam but ever since it did, here & there I’ve been trying to do different things to make myself feel better about it all, & although I haven’t had much permanent luck, I wrote this little stream of consciousness type blurb today. So I thought maybe I’d share it, to put it out into the universe, & maybe my little blurb can make one of you feel a bit of easement for a bit too. So if you want to, read away. I basically just rewrote the end of 15x20 for myself.

“Our Work Is Done.”

When Dean gets so harshly injured (I hate even having to write that) the boys have a moment to speak thinking they’re saying their goodbyes. Tearful with dread & emotions Dean thinks to pray to Cas one last time. Thinking to himself that this might be it for him. Suddenly what we see is a Lazarus Rising 2.0 Cas entering the barn in a similar fashion fully restored wings & all. Arriving just in time. Both boys turn in shock, Cas replies “You once said your mother used to tell you there were angels watching over you...” He trails off. “Dean, you know, I always come when you call.” THEN he heals Dean. With tears in his eyes they hug, each other. “Thank you.” Dean says. Sam is next, “Cas... thank you.” They also hug each other tightly. Fade to black.

Returning back, TFW are in the Bunker, Cas sees his name & Jack’s initials in the table. Running his fingers over the carvings. His eyes well up as he smiles to himself. Miracle runs over to him excitedly. Dean introduces the two of them to each other. Afterwards Cas sits the boys down & explains everything about Jack getting him out of the empty (flashing back to show it) & how Jack restored heaven with his help, (another flash this time to Bobby, Rufus & The Roadhouse crew together in heaven would work great.)

Finally with that all being said. We flash forward about a year, cutting to a phone ringing, Sam is the one to answer, his hand distinctly showing a wedding ring. He talks with a smile on his face “Yeah, Jody we’ll be there. We promise, we’re just finishing up some research here for Charlie & Stevie.” The camera pans to show us the other half of the “we” he’s speaking of. Eileen is sitting near him reading. She is content & you can clearly see a ring on her finger as she holds the book.

The next cut is to a building much like the Roadhouse we once knew. Instead the sign reads “Rocky’s”. Inside we find Dean working the bar, having the time of his life. Seen are posters for “open mic Sundays”, “Angel Wing Wednesdays” (which is really just a picture with buffalo wings & of course was Dean’s idea), a picture of Dean singing, pictures of friends on the walls ect. & is also the exact replica from Dean’s mind that we once were shown. A happy & very content Cas sits at the bar as well.

We jump again to a finger ringing a doorbell, the door opens to find all Jody, Donna, & ALL the wayward sisters, welcoming TFW for dinner. They hug & greet each other. Claire & Cas shown prominently. The start to settle in for dinner when the doorbell rings again. Claire opens it this time, to find Jack at the door. “Hello!” He says. “It’s about time!” She remarks “Can’t believe God is late for dinner.” she teases. The big family sit together for dinner. Donna asks Sam about wedding plans. Eileen says they’re still planning. Then Donna asks what the plan is in the meantime? Dean says he’s taking a week off from the bar, because they’re going on vacation.

Closing us out is the next jump. We see our heroes enjoying their time at the beach. Matching shirts, little umbrellas, the works. The sun is starting to set. Miracle is playing along the sand with Eileen. Dean, Cas, & Sam in their matching shirts look fondly at each other. “You know what?” Sam says. “After everything we’ve done, everything we’ve been through... I think maybe... maybe our work is done...” Dean continues where he leaves off “Hell, all the apocalypses later, saving the world over & over, you, me, Cas, Jack, hell, our whole family, yeah I think maybe you’re right.” He pauses. He smiles. “Here’s to team free will & to having god at family dinner.” He laughs softly, “Here’s to us. His tone changes slightly with more weight. “We owe it to everyone... we owe it to ourselves.” He looks at his family before him. “... & to each other, to carry on. Our work is done.” Dean holding his drink up to cheers the other two. Cas lifts his glass up “Our work is done.” He repeats as well, looking over at Dean with a bright smile & love beaming from his eyes. There is an easement & contentment like never before. Love, freedom, & levity are palpable. The feeling is as beautiful as the scenery around them. Panning away we see Baby parked close by. Then a fade to black.

The End.

If you read all of this I hope it gives you a little extra peace for a bit. Lots of love.

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