Eat Me - Dean X F!Reader

Eat Me - Dean x F!Reader

Summary: You and Dean keep surrounded and captured by vamps. You and him are tired, so Dean tries to speed things up a bit by making a comment. but gets told off

Dean’s POV Struggling against the ropes and stopping from trying for a while, I feel (Y/N)’s lean her head against mine. “It’s just a few, you say. It’ll be quick, you say. When were you going to say that we were going to get fucking captured?!” Turning my head, I see her giving me a glare.

Turning away from her, a vamp is in front of me. “I’m thinking of taking this slow like the beating the shit out of you two first, then it’s going to be the time to feast.” A grin is on his face.

“Oh, eat me.”

“We’re planning to.” Before he leaves, he licks the side of my face where some wounds are. When he leaves, I groan whilst wiping the wetness off onto my shoulder.

“Dean?”

“Hm?”

“You can’t say shit like that to any sort of supernatural creature.” (Y/N) walks in front of me. “How?” Looking back at her chair, the ropes that were around her ankles and wrists are on the ground.

Feeling something go back and forth on my wrist grabs my attention back onto my girlfriend. “Oh, you sneaky fuck.” Once I’m out of the ropes and chair, I put my hands on her hips and bring her in to mold into my body.

She squeals in surprise from it with my lips on hers. “Okay, lover boy.” Her hands push my shoulders back. “Let’s get our asses out of here before any of that ‘cause I’m not going to die whilst doing that with you.”

Getting our machetes and killing the nest, we walk back to Baby with blood scattered on our clothes and showing skin.

When we’re on the road back to the motel, “I dibs the shower first.” (Y/N) says. “What? No!” I shake my head. “Oh, eat me.” She repeats my words. “You know I will.”

“Then you should know that I’ll eat the pie or kill you.”

“You shower first.”

Batfam turns into cute tsum Tsum, reader recation

I hope I wrote what you wanted 

Little Tubbies

Going back to the front door, I hear little footsteps at the top of the stairs. “Aw, no.” I chuckle.

Your POV

“Boys?!” It echoes throughout the mansion. “I’m home!” I walk to the kitchen to dump bags of food on the counter. Rummaging through the bag, I pull out a bag of Pods to snack on whilst I have a search for the boys.

I walk upstairs to have the boys and Bruce tumble over each other to stand at the top of the stairs. I put the Pods down next to me as I kneel in front of them. “What happened?” I cooed.

Stretching out my hand, palm up, they all fight to who stands on me. I stretch out the other one to have all of them tumble onto my hands, the boys on the sides of Bruce.

“Afternoon, Miss. (L/N).” Standing up, I see Alfred walk towards me, myself greeting him back. “Do you know what happened?” I life my hands up a bit. “I believe the Joker gave them some sort of gas that made them turn into these TsumTsums.”

“Do you know how long they’ll be like this?”

“24 hours, I believe.” Thanking the butler, we walk off our different ways. At the bottom of the stairs, I put the boys down. They waddle behind me. “Dinner will be finished shortly.” He calls out. I thank him again.

“Okay, babies.” Small noises come from them as I open my bedroom door. “I am going to do some work.” I sit on the middle of my bed with my laptop in front of me. 

~5 minutes later~

Small tugs are being pulled on my blanket. I sigh as I lean over the side of my bed to check out the boys wanting to come up onto the bed.

Cocking an eyebrow, I get up to walk to the connected bathroom, watching the Tsums follow me. I notice that Damian has a small scratch on his cheek. “Baby boy.” I pick him up and walk into the bathroom, the four following.

I settle Damian on the edge of the bathtub before doing the same to the others. I put the plug into its hole before running the water, it slowly filling up the tub.

The bottle of bubbles falls over, the liquid pouring itself into the water. “Thanks for scaring the shit out of me. Now stay here. I’m going to go get changed into my togs.” I go back to my room to do so.

After a few minutes, I turn the faucets off and settle in the nice, warm water. The Tsums either slide down or jump into the water.

Damian pops his head up in front of me. I scoop him up in one hand, water falling down the sides. His cheek nuzzles against my index finger. I gently stroke the scratch.

Minutes pass, the Tsums whining.

Drops of water drip from my body with the sound of the water gushing down the pipe.

The Tsums follow me as I dry my body off. I scoop them up and place them onto the bed. I throw the towel over them to quickly change into comfier clothes.

Just as I slipped my (shirt/singlet/tank top) on, knocks fill the room, the door opens to show Alfred. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Thank you, Alfred.” The Tsums heads’ poke out from under the towel. I grab the hoodie from itself being draped over the back of the chair, the hoodie being Jason’s. “Come on.”

Damian and Tim are in the one, big pocket, Bruce in the hoodie and Dick and Jason being on each of my shoulders.

Arriving in the kitchen, I settle the Tsums on the table. They surround a piece of homemade pizza as I eat my plateful.

Jason must be full ‘cause he jumps onto my lap and into the pocket. All of them waddle away from the crust to have Tim and Damian fight each other. I scoop up Bruce and Dick to have them on my shoulders, the part where my shoulders meet my neck.

“I think all of us are tired. Thanks, Alfred, for dinner!” I pick up Tim and Damian by the collars of their shirts to have them wiggle around. 

Dick and Bruce jump onto my bed once I sit down on it, Jason crawls out and Tim and Damian are settled with the others.

I crawl up my bed to be under the covers and shifting to lie on my side, facing the other half of the bed. The Tsums get comfortable; Bruce on the other pillow with Tim, Dick being up against my stomach, Jason in the joint of my neck and Damian being in the crook of my arm, which is resting on my side.

“Night, boys.”

~Morning comes in~

“You guys eat too much!”

Eating - Jared x F!Reader x Jensen

This is going to be my first poly writing. Enjoy the cringe like every other thing I’ve written

Summary: You’re in the lounge with both the boys in the kitchen. Jensen sneakily grabs some of your snacks. Jared records the little sneaky before sending it to you

Jared’s POV Scrolling through my phone on YouTube, Jensen is searching for some food in the fridge and pantries. “What are you looking for?” I ask him. “(Y/N)’s secret stash.”

Getting the camera app out, I wait for him to find her food. “Yes!” He dumps a box of Twinkies, chocolate and chips out onto the bench. Recording him, “Jensen’s eating,” He eats a strip of chocolate.

Sending the little video, a ding from the lounge makes me turn my head to the room to see (Y/N) watch it after finishing up on a sentence she’s written on her laptop. “Oh, hell no. Jensen!”

“Yeah?” I turn back to see his eyes widened. (Y/N) climbs off the back of the couch to lean against the door frame of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest.

She runs to him to jump and have wrap her legs around his hips and arms around his shoulders, his hands on the bottom of her thighs. “You owe me. And you have to top up my snacks.” She looks at him.

Walking to where I am, he sits her on the counter. She leans her head against his shoulder to look at me. I trace the bags underneath her eyes. “You gotta stop going to bed late, Twinkie.” Groaning in response, she grabs my tracing hand to intertwine our hands together.

Lifting her head to look at her other boyfriend, “You ate my ice cream the other night, so you’re going to go get me some.” She puts her sock-covered feet on his thighs to push him away. “Now?”

“Now. And you’re getting the rest of my snacks, plus Jare’s gay bacon.”

“Gay bacon?”

“Rainbow strips. Go.” He quickly gives her a peck on the lips before grabbing his wallet and keys and going out the door.

Lifting her up, she does the same thing she did to Jensen; her legs around my hips and arms around my shoulders, my hands at the bottom of her thighs. Turning around, I let her grab her snacks.

Sitting on the couch and leaning against the armrest with (Y/N) resting on my lap, I put on her favourite movie. After half an hour of the movie and snacks, (Y/N) had fallen asleep with Jensen just pulling up.

The door opens to show him holding a bag of snacks and in the other hand, a small tower of pizza boxes. “Got us dinner.” Hushing him, he comes into the lounge to see (Y/N) in the state she’s in with crumbs on her face and some on my shirt.

Putting the food down, he walks off and comes back with a blanket in hand, draping it over her body. Grabbing some pillows at the other end of the couch, he places them on the ground to sit near (Y/N)’s snacks.

Him and I watch the rest of the movie until he puts on the Scoobynatural episode, knowing it’ll wake (Y/N) up. “Jens, you know she hates to be waken up.”

“Eh.” Jensen shrugs it off. A few minutes into the episode, (Y/N) wakes up to wake the back of Jensen’s head, making him whine. “Don’t wake me up when I’m really tired, dumbass.” Shifting, she faces the back of the couch as he changes the episode to something else. A smile in on my face with my arms moving to wrap around (Y/N)’s middle. “Told you.”

“Shut up.”

Having writer’s block is so much fun for the fics and my own writing that I’m doing. Like, I have ideas and can visualize what’s gonna happen in my head, but I can’t put them down into words. 

Take It For The Win - BSM Dean x Winchester!F!Reader

Summary: You take a pole through your chest for Dean as you two fight through a dozen or so of demons. One has a pole somehow and that’s when you take it for your big brother who didn’t see it coming

Dean’s POV (Y/N) and I keep the end of our guns at the person in front of us. “D-Demon? What demon?” The guy has his arms in front of him. “You, you fucker.” (Y/N) grips her gun more.

The guy relaxes his arms by his side, his shoulders relaxed. His eyes flash black before going back to its original colour. "You got me. Thought you would figure it out, not the little one." He says to me.

(Y/N) turns around from a noise coming from behind us. She shuffles, so I can feel her back lean against mine. “At lease a dozen. We should take it for the win. Like a couple days ago.”

Turning my head to the side, I see she has a cocky smile on her face. “I’m so glad I brought you instead of Sam to paintball.” I smile back at her before glaring back at the demon.

He does a small motion, causing the dozen to charge towards us.

After what seems to be a quick few minutes, 20 minutes later, (Y/N) and I are covered in blood and surrounded by the dozen. “Where’d he go?” I look at her turning around to find the guy we were after.

When she faces me, she runs to be at the back of me. My body turns as she had gripped my biceps, her body face me.

Glancing down, a pole is through her chest, the end that came through is now dripping with a thick crimson-coloured liquid dripping onto the ground.

Taking the pole out, I swerve around her to pierce it through the guy’s chest and shooting him in the head. Letting go of the metal, I let his body fall to the ground to have blood come out from the back of the wounds.

Going back to my sister, I help her to sit on the ground, her back against my chest. I put my hands on her chest, knowing that it won’t do shit. 

(Y/N) leans the back of her head on my shoulder. One of her hands grabs one of mine to intertwine them together and resting on her stomach. Looking at her pale face, she gives me the look of ‘I love you’. “I love you, too, baby sister.”

Leaning my head on top of hers, some tears escape. Feeling her hand go limp in mine, I sob out. “Come on. You said we were gonna beat Sammy in paintball.”

Moving her to have her side lean against my chest and stomach, I see her (e/c) eyes drained to a lighter colour. “You really did take it for the win.” I look down my hand holding hers to see the prize she one on my wrist. “Out of all the things there were, you could’ve chosen anything, yet, you chose a bracelet. You’re so dumb.” I chuckle sadly through the tears. “I guess you did take it for the win.”

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” I sing out with a smile on my face. Hearing absolutely nothing, I get suspicious (Y/N) left me out here on my own.

Pain goes into the middle of my back, making me move my hand closet to it. “Ah, fuck.” Turning around, (Y/N) has a big smile on her fave. “Baby Winchester takes it for the win.” She says a funny way whilst moving her shoulders and rotating her arms a bit.

“Yeah, you did, kiddo.”

Quickly, I raise my gun out to try and shoot her. But only to feel the same pain from my back to my shoulder. “Oh, you motherfucker.”

(Y/N) gasps whilst raising her free hand to cover her mouth. “You talk to those chicks with that mouth?” She places her hand on her chest as she bows a bit.

Walking to her, I bow down to wrap my free arm around the back of her thighs and slumping her over my shoulder as I stand back up. She starts to slap my back.

I thank the man at the counter as I return the guns.

Once out of the building, I start hard hits on my ass. “Stop hitting my ass.” I take the keys out to Baby out of my pocket once I neared her. “Well, I can’t ‘cause I can’t reach your dumbass head.”

Putting her on the passenger side of Baby, I get the back of my head whacked. “Better?” She nods, “Better.”

When the both of us get into the car and myself starting the engine before driving, I ask, “What would you like for your prize?” The word ‘bracelet’ becomes my answer. I question her why.

“Kids would go after teddies or really cool looking hats. Having a bracelet would be a little different.”

Pulling up to the mall, (Y/N) quickly runs in. After a few minutes, she ran back. “Give me your arm.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Just do it, dumbass.”

“Okay, little shit.” Giving her my arm, she puts the bracelet around my wrist. “Why’d you give it?” I turn my wrist side to side to examine it. It’s simple and black.

“After all the shit you’ve done for me, I thought I’d give you a small prize for the being one of the best brothers who I can call a dumbass. And teaching me to take in the win.”

Part 2

Get Back In The Car - John x Winchester!F!Reader

Summary: You tell Dean to pull over ‘cause you can’t do hunts anymore. The three men hop out with John starting to fight with you

John’s POV I go through the pages of my journal as Dean is driving and Sam and (Y/N) are in the back. A few scratches and bruises are on the four of us. “Dean, pull over.”

Dean glances at his sister to give her a confused look through the rear view mirror, Sam doing the same thing by turning his head. “Why?” Dean asks. “Do it!” (Y/N) growls.

Slowing down and pulling over, before (Y/N) could open the door, I reach over Dean to lock all the doors. “Why’d you do that?” (Y/N) glares at me. “You’re not going anywhere.”

(Y/N) swirls around Dean, making him move back more in his seat, so she can unlock the doors. Once it’s done, she goes out her door to slam it. “No slamming!” Dean says as the three of us get out to go to the boot as (Y/N) is grabbing her stuff.

“No slamming? Really, Dean?” Slumping her bag onto her shoulder and closing the boot, “That’s real funny coming from you since every time we go out to a bar, you manage to do that to blonde chicks.” Bumping into his shoulder, she walks past us to start walking away.

Walking faster and making her stop from myself being in front of her, I give her a glare. “Get back in the car.” A ‘No’ becomes my answer. “It wasn’t a question.”

“And I’m not giving a shit.” Doing the same thing she did to Dean, she walks past, but only to have her stop again by my hand gripped around her wrist. “Let go or I’ll do the same thing I did to that wolf.”

Feeling the barrel of her gun underneath my chin, I let go of her wrist. She puts the gun back into its holster. “I’m done hunting. I know it’s hard to get out of this life, but I’m going to stay with Bobby.” Her brothers question why. “Because I can’t be his little soldier anymore.” She answers without looking at them.

Sam walks to her to make her bag dump to the ground to wrap his arms around her. She returns it before giving one to Dean. She picks her bag up to rest it where it was.

“It’s been years since she died. She wouldn’t want you to treat her kids like they do in the army. But you did it anyway because you ‘need’ to find Yellow Eyes. What you need to do is save the people who are going to get hurt or possibly die from these beasts. Also, the difference between you and them, I’m related to a monster.”

And like that, she walks off the way we came.

Dean and Sam now are standing where she was. “You made us lose one of the best things that has ever happened to us.” Dean sternly says as he and Sam grab their bags from the boot. I question what they’re doing.

“We’re staying with her. Like Dean said, we lost one of the best things that happened to us.” Sam closes the boot with Dean handing me the keys.

They both walk in the same direction as their sister. Sighing, I look down to see a pictured key chain on the keys. It’s the three of them when they were younger in a motel with a smile on their faces. I look up to the sky scattered in stars. “I fucked up, Mary.”