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beausling Ā· 3 months ago
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HIII my pretty pookie princess smookums babygirl šŸ’˜
i just blushed so hard omgšŸ¤­
HAIIIII HAIIHAI my pretty pretty princess babygirl pookie wookie boo bearšŸŽ€šŸŽ€
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beausling Ā· 3 months ago
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this is actually Everything to meā€¼ļøšŸ˜øšŸŽ€
EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU KARI AND YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL BRAIN
Ż š–¤“ ļ¹’ nsfw headcanons āŽÆāŽÆ DEAN WINCHESTER.
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YAP SESH! i wasn't kidding when i said i was running over to my notes to write for SHAPESHIFTER!DEAN. soon i'll upload the bot version for this tooā€”so be on the lookout for that !
WARNING(S) smut | angst | impersonation | rough sex | dirty talk | emotional distress | deception | violence | dominant behavior | power dynamics | gaslighting | betrayal | violation of trust | S1!DEAN | guilt | rough kissing | F!READER | overstimulation. š‘š‘’ EIGHTEEN PLUS! adult content | minors DO NOT interact.
ą­Øą§Ž JENSEN'S LIBRARY.
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ā€” you always noticed something was off about DEAN lately. sure, he had his usual swagger and flirtatious quips, but there was an edge to himā€”a hunger in his gaze that lingered a little too long, hands that strayed a little too far.
ā€” SHAPESHIFTER!DEAN is bolder, darker, and far more confident in his desires. he's not afraid to push boundaries, testing how far you'll let him go. his touches are lingering, firm, and almost possessive, as if he's staking a claim on you.
ā€” he corners you when sam's out running errands, the smirk on his face sharper than usual. when he kisses you, it's rough, almost bruising, his hands gripping you like he's afraid you'll slip away. you notice he's not holding back anymoreā€”there's no hesitation like the dean you've known, no second guesses.
ā€” his voice drops lower when he speaks to you, dripping with innuendo. he doesn't just flirt; he devours you with his words, painting explicit pictures of what he wants to do to you. and when he touches you, it's like he's been waiting foreverā€”like he's been planning this moment in his head a thousand times.
ā€” SHAPESHIFTER!DEAN is dirtyā€”filthy, even. he's the type to whisper the most sinful things in your ear while his hands explore your body, leaving you breathless and aching. he's not shy about telling you exactly how much he wants you, exactly how good he's going to make you feel.
ā€” he's rougher in bed, too. he pins your wrists above your head, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that leaves you gasping. his hands roam freely, gripping your hips, thighs, and waist like he can't get enough of you. every thrust is deliberate, hard, and deepā€”like he's trying to claim every inch of you.
ā€” SHAPESHIFTER!DEAN thrives on your reactions. he loves hearing you moan his name, loves the way your nails dig into his back when he hits the right spot. he's endlessly focused on your pleasure, but there's a selfishness to it tooā€”he wants to see you fall apart because of him, to know that he's the one who makes you feel this way.
ā€” after it's over, he's not like the real DEAN, who might crack a joke or offer a soft smile. instead, he leans back with a satisfied smirk, his eyes dark as he watches you catch your breath. there's a possessiveness in the way he looks at you, like he's daring anyone else to even think about touching you.
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āœ¶ BONUS. finding the real dean.
you're still catching your breath when you notice something isn't right. DEANā€”or the thing pretending to be deanā€”is watching you with a smugness that doesn't sit well. it's not just confidence; it's arrogance, like he knows a secret you don't.
and then it hits youā€”the feeling that's been gnawing at the back of your mind, the subtle differences you've been trying to ignore. this isn't dean. it never was.
your stomach twists as you pull your clothes back on, playing it cool even as your heart races. "'m gonna grab some water," you say casually, slipping into the other room. your hands shake as you prepare yourself, the reality of what just happened crashing down on you. you slept with a monsterā€”something wearing dean's face.
when you emerge, weapon in hand, his smirk doesn't falter. in fact, it grows wider. "figured it out, huh?" he says, his voice dripping with mockery. "took you long enough."
you don't waste time with words. the SHAPESHIFTER is fast, but you're faster, and the fight that follows is brutal. every punch, every swing of your weapon is fueled by anger, disgust, and heartbreak. he taunts you, his voice shifting between mocking and eerily calm. "you liked it, didn't you? the way i touched you. the things i said. deep down, you wanted it."
his words cut deep, but you don't let them distract you. with one final blow using your gun, you take him down, his body collapsing to the floor. his features shift as he dies, revealing the grotesque, pale skin of the SHAPESHIFTER beneath.
you barely have time to process what's happened before you hear footstepsā€”heavy, familiar footsteps. you whirl around, weapon still raised, only to come face-to-face with the real dean. his face is battered, his clothes torn, but it's him. you'd know those green eyes anywhere.
"whoa, whoa, it's me!" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. his voice is hoarse, and there's a weariness in his gaze that tugs at your heart. "it's me, okay? the real me."
you lower your weapon, but the flood of emotions is overwhelming. relief, anger, shameā€”they all crash into you at once. "deanā€¦" you whisper, your voice breaking.
he steps closer, his eyes scanning your face like he's trying to figure out what's wrong. "sweetheart," he says softly, his hands resting on your shoulders. "what happened? did it hurt you?"
you shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. you want to tell him everything, but the words catch in your throat. how do you even begin to explain?
his brow furrows, concern etched into his features. "what did it do?" he asks again, his voice firmer this time. "talk to me."
you take a shaky breath, finally meeting his gaze. "itā€”it tricked me," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "it pretended to be you."
understanding dawns in his eyes, and his jaw tightens. "that sonuva bitch," he mutters, his hands dropping to his sides. he looks away for a moment, his fists clenching like heā€™s trying to contain his anger.
"de, iā€”" you start, but he cuts you off, his gaze snapping back to yours.
"hey. whatever it did, whatever it made you feelā€”it wasn't your fault," he says firmly. "you hear me? not your fault."
his words are a balm to your raw emotions, but the guilt still lingers. you nod, letting him pull you into a tight embrace. his arms are strong and steady, grounding you as you cling to him.
for a long moment, neither of you speaks. the only sound is the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear. finally, he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands cupping your face.
"we'll get through this," he says, his voice low and steady. "i promise."
and in that moment, you believe him.
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SPECIAL TAGS. @beausling @titsout4nicholas @archiveofvirtue @fallbhind @jasvtsc @a1ecmcdowell @figthoughts @aileenunfiltered @artyandink @anqeliclust @angel4dean @embarrassingmf @t3l3vangelism @pinkgic @nicksalchemy1 āœ¦ Ż ļ¾¶ ŪŖ šŸ©¹ ą»ˆ Ö“
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beausling Ā· 3 months ago
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oct omg happy belated birthday baby! 'm so sorry i missed it :( love u smmm šŸ¤šŸ¤šŸ¤
M ALSO A DAY LATE TO SEEIN THIS, THIS WEEKEND HAS BEEN SOOO CRAZY
BUT ITS OKAYYYY THANK YOUUUU SOOOOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOOOO MUCHšŸ«‚šŸ«‚šŸ’Ÿ N I LOVE YOU SOOO BAD SOBAD SO BADD
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beausling Ā· 3 months ago
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love seeing u spam my shit LMAOO
I LOVE SPAMMIN YOUR SHITšŸ˜œšŸ¤žšŸ¼
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beausling Ā· 4 months ago
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the walls in my room used to be teal.. not anymore!!!šŸ˜ø
ā•° ļ¹’ š‘š‘’ DRENCHED IN SIN ļ¹’ā€ Ā Ā 
š“‹œ ׅ š“‚ƒ Ā© cosmicanakin Ż‚ šŸ„ ą£Ŗ š†¬ įœ” š–Ø‚
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YAP SESH! new layout isn't as pretty as the one i use for my blurbs 'n drabblesā€”at least i think they areā€”but i wanted to try it out. neither is it a guarantee the layout will stay this way either. so ignore my old layouts for my other FICS, BLURBS, & DRABBLES. they're all SO disorganized 'n honestly? 'm too lazy to reorganize 'em.
WARNING(S)! smutty smut smut | oral sex (f!receiving) | squirting | praise kink | teasing | DOM!DEAN | S9!DEAN | dean's lil scruff | pure filth | overstimulation. į”£į­” EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT | minors do NOT interact.
ą­Øą§Ž CREDS @pommecita 4 LACE BOW DIVIDER !
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it's been weeks. weeks of shitty motels, long drives, and even longer hunts. but now, you're finally back in bed with dean, and he's got that mischievous glint in his eye that makes your stomach flip.
"'m telling you, sweetheart," he drawls, his cocky smirk widening as he kneels between your thighs, spreading them wider. "you can do it again. you squirted all over me last time."
you groan, covering your face with your hands. "dean, that was a fluke. 's not gonna happen again."
he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, his scruff scratching your sensitive skin. "a fluke, huh?" he murmurs, his lips trailing higher. "guess i'll just have to prove you wrong."
before you can argue, he's already between your legs, his mouth hot and wet as he drags his tongue through your folds. he licks a slow, deliberate stripe up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth like he's starved. the sound he makesā€”half groan, half growlā€”has your back arching off the bed, your hands twisting in the sheets.
"shit, de," you gasp, your legs trembling as his tongue flicks over your clit again and again, each stroke sending sparks shooting through your body.
he pulls back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening, his green eyes dark with hunger. "god, i missed this," he mutters, sliding two fingers into you with ease, curling them just right. "missed the way you taste, the way you fall apart for me."
you bite your lip, trying to keep your moans quiet, but it's useless. his mouth is back on you, his fingers working you over with expert precision, and you can already feel the pressure building low in your belly.
"dean," you pant, your hips bucking against his face. "'s too much. i can'tā€”"
"you can," he cuts you off, his voice muffled against you. "c'mon, babydoll. give it to me."
his tongue and fingers move faster, relentless, and you're trembling so hard you can barely breathe. the coil in your belly tightens, tighter and tighter, until it snaps, and suddenly you're cumming so hard you see stars.
"oh my godā€”dean!" you cry out as your release gushes out of you, soaking his entire face and your thighs. you try to squirm away, embarrassed, but his big palms clamp down on your stomach, holding you in place.
"oh no, you don't," he growls, his lips brushing over your sensitive clit as he keeps you pinned. "that was fuckin' beautiful, sweetheart. you're dripping all over me."
"dean, baby, stop," you whine, your face burning as you try to push him away. "you're gettin' it everywhere."
he chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your slick folds before pulling back, his face and chest a mess but looking completely unbothered. "sweetheart," he says, wiping his forehead and mouth with the back of his hand, "if you think i give a shit about getting messy, you don't know me at all."
before you can respond, he's crawling back up your body, his lips crashing into yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue. "you're fuckin' incredible," he murmurs against your lips, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your slick folds. "and now i'm gonna fuck you s'good, you'll make an even bigger mess."
and knowing dean, you don't doubt it for a fucking second.
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beausling Ā· 3 months ago
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i think i wanna be heršŸ™
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āŒ¢āŒ¢ Ėš š–Ø‚ INTRODUCING. beachbum!reader ļ¹’ ą­Øą§Ž
created by KARI her SPOTIFY playlist
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šŸš āŽÆāŽÆ BEACHBUM!READER is everything DEAN WINCHESTER didn't know he needed, but somehow, she fit into his life like she was always meant to be there. she's the type of girl who could spend hours on the sand, soaking up the sun, watching the waves crash against the shore, and collecting seashells like they were little treasures. she's got a deep love for the ocean, a connection to it that runs so strong, it's almost like she's part of it. if she had her way, she'd probably be a mermaid, and DEAN? well, that's exactly what he calls herā€”his MERMAID BABY. it's a nickname that just stuck, and every time he says it, she can't help but beam.
her hair, once a rich dark brown, has lightened over time, kissed by the sun and saltwater. she's always out there, either swimming, sunbathing, or walking along the shoreline, and it shows. her skin has that perfect sun-kissed glow, and she's always got that laid-back, carefree energy that comes from being so connected to the beach. her shared bedroom with DEAN is full of little reminders of the oceanā€”trinkets, seashells, and those adorable sonny angel figures she loves to collect. he always pretends like he doesn't get it, but deep down? DEAN loves how much joy she gets from her little collections. it's just another part of her that makes her, well, beachbum!reader.
despite dean's life being full of hunting, danger, and chaos, she always finds a way to make sure he slows down and takes a breath. she's managed to convince him to go with her to the beach whenever they get the chance, and though he grumbled about the sand at firstā€”getting in his boots, sticking to his skinā€”he's learned to tolerate it. more than that, he's actually started to appreciate it. maybe it's because of her. no, it's definitely because of her. she's got that kind of effect on him. bobby and sam always give him crap about how tan he's gotten lately, and he just smirks, knowing exactly who to blame. she's always reminding him to get enough vitamin d, but not without slathering him in sunscreen first, because lord knows he'll burn if she doesn't.
she's a mix of contradictions that somehow work perfectly. you'd think summer would be her favorite season, given how much she loves the sun and the sea, but NOā€”it's winter that steals her heart. she loves everything about it, from the cozy clothes to the chilly air, and she's constantly surprising dean with how much she looks forward to the colder months.
when she's not sunbathing or collecting seashells, you'll find her cruising around in her black mini cooper, a car that's as adorable as she is. it smells like the ocean insideā€”thanks to the ocean-scented air fresheners she always hasā€”and it's decorated with little nods to her beach-bum lifestyle. DEAN, of course, finds the car a bit too small for his taste, but he can't help but love how clean and tidy she keeps it, almost like how he treats baby.
she's always dressed to impressā€”whether it's in her own hand-knitted mini skirts ( usually in pastel colors like soft pinks, blues, greens, purples, & yellows ) or dolled up in a cute dress and heels for a date night with dean. but she's also got that laid-back vibe, too. she's just as comfortable in baggy sweats and one of dean's hoodies, usually on a quick target run or picking up groceries. DEAN secretly loves when she steals his hoodies, though he'd never admitā€”not without giving her a hard time about it first. but it's all part of the charm.
when DEAN is out in the driveway, tinkering with BABY, she's usually not far behind. she'll wander out in one of her prettiest bikinis, shorts unbuttoned, towel slung over her shoulder, and her favorite pair of sunglasses perched on her nose. even if dean's covered in car oil, grime, or sweat, she doesn't care. she'll still wrap her arms around him from behind, press a quick peck to his cheek, and announce she's off for a swim. it's just what she doesā€”effortlessly weaving herself into his life, into his routine, making everything feeling a little lighter, a little better.
she's always barefoot, her gold anklet glimmering in the sun, with perfectly pedicured toes or manicured nails that dean insists on paying for, no matter how much she protests. she likes to be independent, sure, but when DEAN flashes her that grin and presses a kiss to her pout, she can't help but give in. and when she comes back with a fresh mani 'n pedi, dean showers her with compliments, telling her how pretty the color looks on her skin.
their life together is full of little moments of love, affection, and yes, sometimes passion. they've made love on the beach, in the water, and in the shower when the mood strikes, but it's never just about the physical connection. it's about those quiet, tender moments they share, like walking hand-in-hand along the shore or swimming together for hours, talking about everything and nothing, laughing, joking, and just being them. beachbum!reader is DEAN'S mermaid baby && beach girl and wherever life takes them, she's always going to be the one who reminds dean winchester to slow down and enjoy the view.
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āœ¶ EXTRAS. this idea came to me while i wrote that blurb about dean sneaking photos of you at the beach. it was too cute to pass up. 'n it's kinda what i had in mind while writing it, but you can picture it as anyone you want or even yourself <3 this is just my take.
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beausling Ā· 3 months ago
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i love Being everywhere in your notifsšŸ¤­
love seeing oct everywhere in my notifs teehee @beausling
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beausling Ā· 3 months ago
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KISSIN YOU SO HARD BACK !!!!! (but cheek kisses cus iā€™m married)
HIII my pretty pookie princess smookums babygirl šŸ’˜
i just blushed so hard omgšŸ¤­
HAIIIII HAIIHAI my pretty pretty princess babygirl pookie wookie boo bearšŸŽ€šŸŽ€
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