Mating Call

Pairing: Siren!Doflamingo x Reader

NSFW

Summary: The song is beautiful. The man singing it is even more so. So you do not fight the call to climb the rocks and fall into his arms. You do not fight his warm embrace, his touch, his sweet cooing. This is where you’re meant to be, after all. Who are you to fight against the melody calling you home? Warnings: AFAB!Reader (no pronouns or gendered language used), Smut, Dubcon, Mind Control, Oral Sex (Reader receiving), Biting, Marking, Vaginal Sex Word Count: 2.7k Halloween Special 2024

The melody was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

It was so soft at first you couldn’t understand why your heart had begun to sing, why your chest began to fill with warmth. You just knew you were at peace here, on this beach, sinking into the sand as the sun washed over you. It was only after you closed your eyes that you could finally hear the song clearly. There were no words, just the delicate warble of somebody else’s soul meeting yours. The harmony of it all compels you to move, to pull yourself out of the sand and start marching toward your destiny.

The voice shifts as you move, between pitches, genders, and emotions, before finally landing on a single one. A man’s voice, the mostly lovely baritone you’ve ever heard, calls to you. Not by name, but in spirit. Fate’s strings pull you forward, leaving footprints in the sand until you can feel the salty water of the sea up to your ankles. Your eyes open as the song grows louder, closer and closer, and you know that the man singing it will be ready to receive you.

Your hands find holds in the rocky wall in front of you, and you scale it with a precision you never knew you had. It’s as though someone else is moving your limbs for you, someone who knows the path like the back of their hand. You don’t slip once, not even when you reach sections wet from the sea, or those slick with something warm and red that you don’t pay any mind to. You’re almost there, and he’s ready and waiting for you.

The song reaches its peak right as your head peeks over the top of the ridge, and you can see him in his full glory: there is an angel waiting for you. His mouth is open wide, his eyes closed in concentration as he sings to you. He’s massive, nearly twice your height, covered in beautiful pink and white feathers that glisten in the light. They catch the sun, the rays dancing between them and almost making him sparkle. His torso disappears into a solid mass of feathers, which grow into legs far more similar to a bird’s than that of a human. Behind him are a massive pair of wings, the span of them large enough to blot out the sun if he so chose. As your feet finally rest at the top, he opens his eyes, which seem to pierce straight through you to your very core. At the same time, you see an image in your mind, so strong it nearly feels real: you, wrapped tightly in those feathers, shielded away from the world as he grants you all of the pleasure you could ever want. You can practically already feel him inside of you, feel his tongue inside of your mouth.

The song quiets as he finally speaks to you. “It could be a reality, little bird.” The moment he stops speaking, he immediately starts humming again, reaching his arms out to you invitingly. He gestures for you to approach, and once again your feet move before your mind does. Your hands reach for him, as though they were always meant to do so, and in an instant you’re surrounded by strong arms as his wings surround you both, blocking out the light and cradling you in their warmth. He smiles at you, the song fading, and you could swear his teeth were just a bit sharper than they were before. “Oh, you’re even lovelier up close.”

“Thank you,” you murmur shyly, suddenly aware of how very close the two of you are. He laughs with delight at the blush on your cheeks, holding you tighter and pressing your chests together.

“Oh, are you shy now? That won’t do.” He hums softly as he leans down and brushes his nose against your neck before nipping you, making you jump and inadvertently push yourself closer to him. Your arms move around his neck like they have a mind of their own. He nearly purrs when you do, so pleased with your acceptance. “There we go. That’s more like it, sweet thing.” He slides his fingers down your back, and you shiver as you realize they’re tipped with razor sharp claws, ones that could shred you in an instant if he wanted them to. You tense for just a moment, before he hums softly again, cooing in such a sweet tone that you can’t help but melt beneath his touch. Images of your union fill your mind again, of tender kisses and passionate embraces, of being laid down against these rocks and being taken again and again and again. He wouldn’t hurt you. He wants you. He needs you.

His head finally leaves your neck, and you get to see his eyes up close. They seem to pull back all of your layers, lay you bare beneath them. They call you forward, and before you realize it, your lips are against his. He makes a quiet noise of surprise, before you’re pulled up closer, your legs wrapping around his torso and his hands resting on your ass. The kiss begins as something almost tender, affectionate, before quickly gaining a heat that shoots straight to your core. His tongue meets yours, and he shifts to allow himself to hold you in only one arm, freeing the other to explore your body as it pleases. He reaches for your chest, letting out a soft noise of pleasure at the feeling of your softness beneath his fingers. He tries to brush against your nipples, before letting out a soft huff at the fabric in the way.

You’re so lost in it all, head fuzzy and warm, the sound of ripping threads doesn’t even startle you. Your bra and shirt are entirely shredded in an instant, falling off of you and drifting to the ground. When you shiver from the cold, his wings press in closer, trapping the heat from both of your bodies together, keeping you warm as his fingers knead at your breasts. His lips break away from yours so he can finally see them fully exposed, and he grins, all teeth. “Lovely little thing,” he murmurs, leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

He sucks gently, and you can occasionally feel just a hint of his teeth, slightly too large in his mouth to keep fully away. Every part of him is so terribly sharp, made for ripping and tearing carrion, for breaking bones, for killing small and tender things like you. But he holds back those edges, ever present but never quite threatening. Even as he lavishes your chest with attention, turning rougher, leaving marks that will certainly last, you remain entirely relaxed in his arms, ready to accept anything he’ll give you.

“You’re doing so wonderfully.” He smiles against your skin. “Really, I might have to keep you.” He lets out another quiet trill, and you easily fall back, your weight only supported by his wings. With both his hands free, he easily frees you of your pants and panties, leaving you fully bare. His tongue traces along your torso, down to where you’re dripping and waiting for him. Instead of giving you what you so desperately crave, his attention moves to your thighs, the plush untouched skin just begging to be bitten and marked.

You whine when his teeth make contact. “Please.”

He chuckles. “Please, what?” You moan as his tongue swipes up your thigh, closer to your cunt, but still torturously far. “I’ll get there, little bird. Just be patient.” Despite his scolding words, he seems thrilled at your pleas, preening at every little sob and cry, clearly proud of reducing you to such a state. It is only after you’re near tears that he finally gives in, and he spreads your lips with his fingers, admiring how wet you are.

“Needy little thing.” He gives you a long swipe of his tongue, and you can’t help but throw your head back as you moan. “Delicious. So perfect.”

He clearly savors your taste, eyes briefly falling closed as he allows it to sink in. You let out a needy little sound despite yourself, and you can see the edge of his lip twitch slightly before he opens his eyes, staring into yours, and diving right in. His tongue laps at you, gathering your juices for him to enjoy. As your pleasure builds, overwhelming you, you desperately try to find something to ground yourself. You settle for his shoulders, the soft downy feathers there tickling your palms as you squeeze, holding onto him for dear life. After he hits a particularly sensitive spot, your nails dig into him and he groans. You let go, afraid you’ve hurt him, and he pulls back to bark at you, “No, no, no. Put them back.”

You place your hands on his shoulders again, gently, and he lets out a frustrated huff. “No. Harder. Leave your marks.” At his instruction, you dig your nails in harder than ever before, and you can feel his skin break beneath your fingertips. He moans. “Yes, perfect. And so obedient. I really will have to keep you.”

He goes back to lapping against you with a revived fervor, something new rising inside of him. You continue to dig into his skin, hard enough to bruise, and he lets out a soft groan as the pressure increases. It drives him wild, sends his tongue deeper than before, causes his claws to press into your hips, not breaking the skin but teasing the idea.

“Delicious. Worth missing a few meals for.” He pulls back to show his face is covered in your slick. He licks his lips, gathering more of it on his fingers just to pop them in his mouth. He hums, pleased with your taste, giving you a grin that’s all teeth. “You really were made for me, little bird. I wonder how you’ll enjoy being mine.”

You shiver at the idea. Of being wanted, needed, cherished. “I’m going to love it,” you mutter.

His smile grows wider. “Of course you will, sweet thing. I’m glad you realize that." He moves up, crashing his lips into yours, your own taste filling your mouth. “My pretty little mate, here waiting for me whenever I want you. What a wonderful thing.”

Your mind fills with images of you curled up in a nest, naked and waiting as he approaches. Your arms are always outstretched, welcoming him home, not minding the blood spattered on his beautiful feathers. You accept what he gives you, no matter what it is. A gift, his touch, his cock, you accept it all, pleased to receive anything from him. You spread your legs before he even asks, knowing what he wants, and you allow him to take you. The pleasure is beyond you imagination, every single time, every nerve in your body alight with every touch. The vision, combined with his current ministrations, brings tears to your eyes, as you nearly drown in your pleasure, both current and future.

He licks a tear off of your cheek, groaning as his aching cock ruts into your thigh. “Oh, you perfect little thing. So willing. So wanting. So ready to be had. Do you want me, sweet thing?”

“Yes!”

“Excellent. Then you’ll have me, again and again. Let’s make the first time count.” He slowly sinks into you, moaning in your ear of the feeling of your wetness around him. You wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his shoulder blades, arms tucked directly under the wings that curl around you both. The softness is contrasted by the sharpness of his claws against your hips, and the stiffness inside of you. His hips twitch as he struggles to hold himself back, but you don’t worry for a moment. He wouldn’t be rougher than you could handle, you know. His melodic moans sound in your ears, relaxing your muscles and mind.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, to the feeling of fullness, before he begins a harsh pace, hips slapping against yours, feathers brushing against you with every thrust. He places open mouthed kisses against your neck, gentle bites against your neck that grow harsher as he begins to lose himself. You don’t know if the warmth dripping down your front is your blood or his saliva. You don’t know if you care.

His thrusts grow quicker and quicker, sloppier and sloppier, furiously pounding into you. His breaths are ragged, frantic, as he chases his high. Your chests rub together, your nipples rubbing against both skin and feathers, the sensation overwhelming. You cry out as you come undone around him, clenching around his length, your body desperately trying to pull pleasure out of him with its own. He spills into you with a groan, warmth filling you as he wraps his arms around your waist, trapping you against him.

“Don’t waste a single drop, little bird.”

He waits for a few minutes, keeping you against him, cooing sweet nothings, before he finally decides he is done. He walks across the rocks, claws softly clicking against stone, before speaking again.

“You did wonderfully.”

You lay back, chest heaving, and he lets you go for the first time since you stepped foot onto the rocks. Your back is against something soft, which you think may be his nest. You feel his hands brush against you as he checks you over, ensuring not of his bites were too deep. He lets out a soft coo when he finds everything to his satisfaction. “Excellent, little bird.” You can hear him fussing with something before you feel something in your mouth, fishy and wet. You gag, and he pulls it out with a displeased hum. “Not right, hm? I’ll find something else.”

You hear his footsteps leave, off to find something else to feed you, and you shift onto your side. Your entire body is sore, and you can feel the cum leaking out onto your thighs, sticky and warm. When you stretch your legs, you feel your foot hit something, and the soft clatter of something hitting the ground. The sound is strange, unfamiliar, and when you open your eyes, you see it.

Bones.

You seem to have kicked the femur of some large animal. It knocked into a pile of smaller bones, some tiny and square and some longer and thinner. Something about them is sickeningly familiar. You try to push down the nausea, ignore the thought that if you peeled back your skin you would find something nearly identical beneath it. For a moment in your mind, you see your lover’s teeth and claws sinking into your skin for you, ripping you apart so very easily, coming to him far more naturally than tenderness ever could. Bile rises in your throat, and all of your muscles tense, ready to scream, to run, to throw yourself off of this cliff and into the waters below because you might survive and even if you didn’t it would surely be a kinder fate than this poor thing had.

“Darling?” Your head shoots up to see him again, hands filled with berries, nuts, and other various plants he seems to have gathered for you. His eyes drift to your feet, and you see understanding in them. “Ah. I see. I should have tidied up earlier.”

As he approaches, you prepare to launch yourself past him, to get as far as you can, but his smile is so gentle as he quietly begins to hum. The song grows louder, and you feel your muscles relax as he steps closer. His hand rests on your cheek, claws held carefully away. He lifts a berry to your mouth, and you open it with ease, allowing him to place it on your tongue. It’s sweet.

He tenderly brushes his hand over your head, continuing his song, pulling you into his chest. You curl into him easily. He hand feeds you every morsel he gathered, smiling all the while. “Everything’s alright, little bird. Nothing to fear. I plan on keeping you around for a very long time.”

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sqwishywrites34

2 years ago

If it helps any, I believe the description began with “it hurts to see the person you love fall in love with someone else”

and the fic kind of begins with the reader sort of distancing herself from Baku bc she doesn’t want to get in the way of /their/ relationship.

And I just remembered that the reason reader got pissed off in the first place is bc before Baku really even brought up the whole situation, he n Kiri went on a morning run and (not described) nefarious events take place.

They kinda ended up talking about it n reader was wholly pissed and I remembered this line, if it helps;

(Said by Kiri) “If it makes you feel any better it was me putting it in him”

(Said by reader) “that.. actually kind of does.”

Help to find a fic

I can’t remember was platform it was on which is the main problem;

It’s established Bakugou x reader with developing relationship Kiri x Baku and Reader

It’s ABO and Alpha Baku pursues Alpha Kiri without checking with reader and so she gets pissed and kinda almost breaks up w them

Baku wants them 3 in a relationship but he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to actually apologize so he tries to make reader jealous by getting Uraraka to sit on his lap and wear him jacket to ‘make her realize he has options and that if she doesn’t come back she can be replaced’

Kiri gets pissed because wtaf is wrong with him and tries to talk to reader but she thinks he was in on it

Eventually she punches Uraraka and breaks her nose and when Baku tries to pull her away she punches him too

He tries to give her a scented gift as an indirect apology but it’s the same jacket he had put on Uraraka and he didn’t even wash it just tried to ‘cover up her scent’ but it just makes matters worse

He’s walking in the halls and stumbles across Present Mic and PM pretty much says that Baku is an idiot and that what he did only fucked up his relationship and that this stuff he got from his parents (via observation) wasn’t how to actually do a relationship and that is was just their kind of foreplay

Baku asks Mic for help

And that’s as far as I got and I desperately wanna finish reading it ;-;

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sqwishywrites34

2 years ago

The (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds Series

Also known as The "it goes about as well as you can imagine it" Series

A series of little fics in various interview settings following the life of one (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds, YouTuber, actress and singer extraordinaire.

Relationships: Tom Holland x Reader, Lively-Reynolds fam & Reader

Status: Finished

Started: November 9th 2021

Finished: May 16th 2022

Total Word Count: 26.4k (bonus chapters not included)

Total ERT: 2 hours

Requests for fics in this universe: open for bonus chapters, but you may have to wait a while so keep that in mind. It's not a "first come, first served" kind of thing, I go by which inspires me the most

Taglist: CLICK HERE TO ADD YOURSELF TO THE TAGLIST

[Part 1] Tom Holland & (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions | WIRED ❤️

[Part 2] Ryan Reynolds and (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds Answer The Internet ❤️

[Part 3] Spill Your Guts w/ Tom Holland & (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds

[Part 4] The Boyfriend Tag ft. The (Second) Best Spider-Man

[Part 5] (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds Goes Undercover on the Internet

[Part 6] Which Parent Knows Me Better ft. Mom & Dad

[Part 7] Tom Holland and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds Find Out Who Their "Heartbeat" Soulmate Is

[Part 8] Which Reynolds Is Most Likely To...? Ft. Mom, Dad & Tommy

[Part 9] (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds Breaks Down Her Tattoos | GQ

[Part 10] (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds Take A Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair

[Pre-Epilogue Bonus] The Grammys 2023

[Epilogue] And They Lived Happily Ever After

EXTRAS

[Bonus 1] (Y/n)'s Reaction To Ryan And Andrew's Golden Globes Kiss

[Bonus 2] The Lively-Reynolds Fam's New Year's Eve 24 hour contest

[Bonus 3] TYLRS timeline and bonus scenes (will be updated as the series goes on)

[Bonus 4] The No Way Home Premiere

[Bonus 5] Tom and (Y/n) with the paps

[Bonus 6] Things Tom Does For (Y/n), Always

[Bonus 7] The Met Gala 2022 Debacle

[Bonus 8] Stepping Stones and Serendipity Track Lists

[Bonus 9] (Y/n) Meets Walker Scobell

[Bonus 10] How Taylor Fits Into the Lively-Reynolds Fam

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sqwishywrites34

2 years ago

Thought of the Day:

Bakugou x Kaminari x Midoriya

double the Kacchan

he can’t escape

his only refuge is in Kirishima’s dorm

uses the excuse that he “has to tutor this rock for brains idiot”

Denki figured it out

Nowhere is safe

He can never escape the Kacchan

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1 year ago

PLEASE STOP SCROLLING‼️‼️

I don’t usually make serious posts but this is one of them.

A friend of mine is on the verge of losing their home and if that happens, their family will get separated and they’ll be split from their siblings and possibly their mom. If they lose their house, they’ll either be forced to move in with their abusive father with their little brother or they’ll be moved to a whole other state.

Please, if you can spare even a small amount, it would help so much. And please get this around, reblog, share, get it on the timeline, anything.

Help their family stay together and help them keep their home.

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sqwishywrites34

1 month ago

Seeing stars

Prompt: Praise

Gren x Gender neutral!Star touched elf!Reader

Gren’s hands were surprisingly soft against your skin,tracing the stars across your skin before kissing them.

“So beautiful. Your stars, they're the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” You reached up to cup his face,squishing his cheeks slightly and pulling him closer. Kissing him before moving on to his freckles,kissing both of his cheeks over and over again.

"Well your freckles are like your stars,and I love each and everyone of them" He avoided your eyes as his face turned red. "And they turn the most lovely shade of red when you're flustered"

“Y/N” His hands quickly moved to his cheeks,leaving his neck uncovered and you weren’t wasting any time. You wanted him,every single part. Grabbing his hands,you pulled him closer before flipping him onto his back. Kissing his neck as you held his hands,intertwining your fingers with his. “Y/N” With each kiss he moaned,like you had pressed a button every time you kissed his neck,which was now covered in bites.

“I love it when you call my name like that. You’re being such a good boy for me”

“Please I’ve been so good for you,please can I touch you?”

“And what would you do if I let you?”

“I’d kiss every star and make you see stars” You felt flustered,that last part was nothing you’d even imagine him saying but hearing it set your entity body on fire.

“Really?”

“Really”

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sqwishywrites34

1 month ago

Day 18: Silvers Rayleigh x fem! reader

He's so hot... such a daddy. I'd love to write a part two following right after this later, I think I'm going into a small writer's block, so sorry this didn't end in something too juicy :,))

Word count: 0,9K

Content: female reader, age gap, daddy kink, use of "princess", oral sex (male receiving), hinted ffm threesome and open relationship

“Oh isn’t Shakky here?” you observed, hanging up your coat, looking around for the couple.

The older man chuckled at your words, amused those were your first words when you stepped into the (closed) bar, “No, it’s just me here, sorry to disappoint, princess,” you heard his husky voice call you, serving as your guide.

“Oh come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” you laughed back, seeing him splayed on the couch, looking ready for a nap. A small, playful grin tugged on your lips.

“I can come back if you need to sleep, after all, it’s kinda late for an old man,” you checked your watchless wrist, and heard him grunt as he pulled himself off the couch, suddenly his presence was anything but sleepy, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Like you’re not the one who likes to be fucked by old men? You always fall asleep before we do, even though we’re so old,” he laughed before waltzing towards you, backing you into the wall of the living room, your eyes widening. His rough hand cupped your chin, his fingers and thumb pressing against your cheeks. God, he looked so unfairly handsome, his wrinkles showing just how much he had laughed and smiled in his lifetime.

“You also love having old women fuck you, Shakky was disappointed for not being able to participate tonight,” he licked his bottom lip, seeing how you suddenly got so quiet, “she always looks forward to fucking you, you know? Hearing your cute little voice moaning her name,” and his words forced your thighs together, feeling a familiar warmth pooling down your body.

His charming smirk always made your knees buckle beneath you, “Cat got your tongue? You were bullying me just seconds ago,” his thumb stroked over your bottom lip, before pressing it further into your mouth, your tongue instinctively wrapping around his digit.

“Good girl, always knowing how to use that pretty little mouth of yours,” and damn that geezer for using your weakness against you, a moan at the pet name accompanied by your panties growing damp living proof of your vivid arousal.

“Gonna be a good girl for daddy tonight?” his eyes darkened when they found yours, his words going straight to your core, “or do I have to deal with a brat?”.

Belt lousily unbuckled with pants draped around the pirate's ankles, his veiny, experienced hand was fisted in your hair while he watched you bob obediently up and down on his cock, your sweet, delicate lips stretched around his girth.

“Fuck,” labored breaths and groans blessing your ears keened you on, hollowing your cheeks around the dark king, causing him to push deeper down your throat, accompanied by a guttural groan soaking your panties.

“So impatient - hng - starving for cock, hm?” a small thrust forced your head backward into the wall, your fingers digging into the muscles of his thighs, “then fucking take it”.

His thrusts grew harsher, more impatient, feeling your throat contract around his girth, feeling drool escape from your mouth as he drank in your sweet sounds of gurgling and gagging. And he loved how eager you were to please him, desperate, glazed eyes looking up at him searching for approval. Searching for the fire only he had in his eyes, needing to hear his voice tell you just how much of a good girl you are, taking his cock so well. That thick, smooth voice carrying such authority over you, a single syllable leaving your thighs clenched, your core heating up in anticipation.

“Being such a good girl for your daddy, princess,” and there it was. A small moan vibrated through his length, your eyes shut close as a wild, electrifying shot of arousal lit your body aflame, pushing your nose flush against the soft, white hair resting at the base of his cock.

And you looked divine where your knees dug into the floor, sure to be bruised along with the roof of your mouth and your inner walls when he was done with you, proof of how your older lover had you wrapped around his finger. Small bangs of your head against the wall was muted by his hands, not wanting to hurt you unnecessarily. His cock abusing your throat was an exception to that rule, as you loved feeling him twitch inside your warm and wet cave of a mouth, eagerly eating up his groans as he fucked your throat, the drool pooling past your lips creating the perfect lube for the old man.

Crescent moons decorated the dark king for days at a time, and not only on his thighs of course, which was only the starting point until they reached their destined place his back later in the night, highlighting the scars and muscles carved after years of adventure. His favorite little reminder of your steamy and pleasurable rendezvous, relishing in the young woman so desperate and eager for the paradise he provided, happy he got to indulge in your fantasy, especially if it meant you would lick up every single drop of his arousal when you were done.

I would do ANYTHING to be Shakky and Rayleigh's plaything istg. Anyways thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it!

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sqwishywrites34

2 years ago

Dean Winchester Series

Promise - Dean x Reader

Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 l Chapter 5 l Chapter 6 l Chapter 7l Chapter 8 l Chapter 9 l Chapter 10 l Chapter 11 l Chapter 12 l Chapter 13 l Chapter 14 l Chapter 15

Not falling for you - Dean x Reader

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6

Forbidden - Dean x Reader (Teacher/Student)

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l

Part 10 l Part 11 l Part 12 l Part 13 l Sequel

The Host - Dean x Reader (The Host AU)

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3

Our french mistake is not a mistake - Dean x Reader & Jensen x Reader (The French Mistake AU)

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4

My beautiful Omega - Dean x Reader (Teacher/Student & A/B/O)

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10 l Part 11 l Part 12 l Part 13 l Part 14 l Part 15 l Part 16 l Part 17

Dean or Deanna? - Dean x Reader

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3

Safe - Dean x Reader (Office AU & FSOG crossover)

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5

Knight in shining armor - Dean x Reader (Knight/Princess AU)

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10 l Part 11 l Part 12 l Part 13 & 14l Part 15 l Part 16 l Part 17 l Part 18 l Part 19

Jealous much? - Dean x Reader (x Damon)

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3

Fake us - Dean x Reader (Jensen Ackles x Reader)

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5

Friends after all - Dean x Reader

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10 l Part 11 l Part 12 l Part 13 l Part 14 l Part 15 l Part 16 l Part 17 l Part 18 l Part 19l Part 20 l Part 21 l Part 22 l Part 23 l Part 24 l Part 25 l Part 26 l Part 27 l Part 28 l Part 29 l Part 30 l Part 31 l Part 32 l Part 33 l Part 34 l Sequel

Already boundless - Dean x Reader

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3

Written on the wrist - Dean x Reader

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10 l Part 11 l Part 12 l Part 13 l Part 14 l Part 15 l Part 16 l Part 17 l Part 18

Lie to me - Dean x Reader x Sam (x Jensen)

Prologue l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10 l Part 11 l Part 12 l Part 13

True soulmate - Dean x Reader

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3

Twice the love, twice the pain - Dean x Reader

Part 1

Die for a Laugh - Dean x Reader (x Joker)

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4&5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10

Picture Perfect - Dean x Reader x Sam

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Jurassic World - Dean x Reader x Owen (Jurassic World crossover)

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Naturally Alpha - Dean Winchester x Reader (French Mistake/A/B/Os AU)

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A supernatural marvel - Dean Winchester x Reader x Steve Rogers

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Hurricane - Dean Winchester x Reader (Detective AU)

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sqwishywrites34

2 years ago

Dp x DC crossover

So in this au let's say danny is john Constantine's dad right. Right. Anyway.

The JL need the ghost king for something and ask JL dark to help them with the summoning but Constantine flat out told them in his words "fuck no I will NEVER help you summon the ghost king, believe me you dont want to meet him". So the JL assume that the ghost king is some big bad because even John-im-not-afraid-to-sell-my-soul-to-get-the-job-done-Constantine told practically ordered them not to summon him.

But the JL really do need the ghost king so they do try to summon him but john found out and stopped them. And it goes on and on where the JL try to summon the ghost king but john stops them. And the JL get frustrated and wonder women says "look we understand he is a truly evil, vile, creature but we do need him". John looks at her like she just killed a man, he may not want to summon danny but that's his father and NOBODY talks about his dad that way. So John snaps and yells "HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, HE ISNT VILE, OR EVIL HELL HE DOSNT EVEN FUCKING CURSE."

Everyone goes quite looking at Constantine. The flash is the first to speak "if he isnt bad new then why dont you want us to summon him?" John rolls his eyes and grumbled "because its fucking embarrassing" and the JL are just so confused.

John sighs and says something in Latin, the summoning circle they made starts glowing and fog starts pouring out. A teen dressed in a black jump suit why gloves and white boots wearing a cape, has glowing green eyes, snowy hair, and hase a green fire crown above his head appears.

The teen looked at john and glares. The JL figured out this was the ghost king and he didnt look happy. He stepped out of the circle and made his way over to john.

The rest of the JL think john is about to die and are ready to step in when the king says "why. Do. You. Have. A. Contract. On . Your. Soul. AGAIN?!" Exasperated. The JL then watched the Literal king of the dead berate and lecture john on soul contract safety. Yeah john was so embarrassed.

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