#dean winchester flashfic

[thoughtslikeaminefield]

Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: explicit, name calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 826

It’s 6 o’clock in the morning, and your shift starts at 7. You should be in the shower, washing off the sex and sweat from the night before. Instead, you’re letting him slip his big, rough hand between your legs from behind and slide his thick fingers along your messy slit.

Yesterday after work, you met people for happy hour. You committed to one drink because of your early morning shift. After bidding your friends farewell, you stopped at the liquor store around the corner; that’s when you saw him.

Tall, lean, hair a mess, shoulders broad and thick enough to hold your knees open wide for hours. And it didn’t stop there. The guy clearly didn’t skip leg day, and the estimation of power behind those hips and thighs had you wet and wanting in the South African wine aisle.

Now, he brushes those heavy, juicy lips against the shell of your ear and breathes. “Gonna be a good girl for me this mornin’?” 

You were a good girl for him all night. In fact, you were so good for him, that you can barely move this morning.

“Just gimme a minute to call work,” you whisper, hoarse from begging, shouting, and sobbing his name.

He grunts behind you as he resituates your twisted bedding until he’s glued to you from shoulder to ass and pushing one knee between your thighs. You reach for your phone to find the lock screen is a snap of you with his angry grip clamped under your chin and his thick, hard cock in your mouth.

This man... isn’t a man at all. He told you as much before you even let him touch you.

“D’you believe in the devil?” He loomed over you under one of the hazy street lights on your block.

“I don’t believe in anything.”

He blinked, and the street lights played no tricks to reveal eyes as black as oil, slick and treacherous, and it took your breath away.

“How ‘bout now?” he asked, eerily motionless on the sidewalk in front of your building.

“Show me.”

Your phone screen opens, and you type out a text to your shift manager.

Caught something nasty — body aches, feverish... sorry to leave you short this morning 🙁

!!! rest up and get better, we’ll handle it 

When you attempt to replace your phone on your nightstand, Dean stops you and swipes to find your photos and videos.

“There we are,” he rumbles, tapping on a thumbnail to open a video of you astride his hips. He focused on where his slick, pink cock repeatedly disappeared inside you, and his thumb toyed with your clit.

He props the phone against your lamp and drags your leg over his hip. You recall all the filthy things he said in that moment, but it’s muted now, so you get real-time narration in its place.

“You take my cock so good. Look at that tight, dripping pussy ridin’ me like a fuckin’ pro.”

He reaches down to spread your lips and push a finger inside, just as you feel his hard, smooth cock nudging and probing your cheeks. On the screen, you cup your breasts and tweak your nipples in a rhythm that Dean matches with his thrusts and swipes of his thumb.

You watch yourself arch and can almost hear the gasp as Dean grips your cunt in his hand in real time. “Fuck my hand.”

You moan and comply, reaching for the screen to go to the next video with the sound on.

“Fuckin’ hot little bitch.”

You were ass-up, your hair fisted in his hand as he pushed the side of your face into your pillow. He knelt between your open thighs, forcing the breath from your lungs and the plump of your ass to shake with every thrust.

Now, you listen to yourself squeak under his dark chuckles from your phone, as you moan with the heel of his hand grinding over your mound and his fingers fucking you to come again.

“You should be unconscious by now, fuckin’ energizer bunny,” he mutters with mirth and spite before sinking his teeth into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

You whine, depleted and desperate. You’ve never been fucked like this before. You’re always in charge, on top, you call the shots — and it’s still never enough.

But Dean’s a Knight of Hell. 

He rolls you to your stomach and straddles your hips. 

“Thought you were gonna show me somethin’, didn’t ya, honey?” 

He presses a hand between your shoulder blades to hold you in place, not that you could go move if you wanted to. 

“Fucked all the fire outta ya. Got nothin’ to say?” 

Then he’s pushing inside you, slow and so thick it hurts. Your whimper doesn’t leave your chest. 

You realize then that this might be how you die. 

At least you’ll go out with a spectacularly wicked bang.

Please don’t leave without telling me what you think!

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

MJ's 2023 Flashfics

*all images from their respective networks' still media.

Drag You To The Shore - Dean Winchester x GN Reader

Anonymous Prompt: Dean Winchester settled in between someone’s legs on the bed. Like his back to their chest, their legs wrapped around him, heels keeping his thighs open while they jerk him off, explicit but soft vibes.

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY; hand job; giving Dean love and comfort

Words: 800

Ennui - Knight of Hell Dean Winchester x Female Character

Anonymous Prompt: I really want demon dean stalking someone but I don’t know how to do that with consent? But guh just the thought of him.

Characters: Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Tags/warnings: 18+ only; this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester; stalking; exhibitionism; voyeurism; mutual masturbation; dirty talk; horny on aisle 3; fuck it, we ball

Words: 2,400

Mirror, Mirror - William Butcher x Female Character

Anonymous Prompt: Butcher filthy talking while getting busy i feel in like an alleyway or the service hallway in a bar or similar. Somewhere crowded and dirty, like actually dirty.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY; rough sex; dirty talk; public sex; Winchester brothers cameo bc this is Kripke’s world

Words: 1,500

Nihilism - Knight of Hell Dean Winchester x AFAB Reader

Anonymous Prompt: Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY; name-calling; rough sex; fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours

Words: 826

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, November 25th

PRINCIPAL: Buffy? BUFFY: Hey. PRINCIPAL: Hey. I—thought that you were, um— DAWN: Sick? She was. Oh, vomiting and oozing from various places and— PRINCIPAL: Yeah, I remember, so please don't go on. DAWN: Oh, but now, it's amazing. The doctor gave her some cream. BUFFY: (overlapping with Dawn) Pills. (Principal looks back and forth between them) And a cream. And I'm all better.

~~Bring on the Night~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Being Known by Kean (abreathofsnowandashes) (Buffy/Angel, T)

The Chosen Princess and the Shadow Knight by KairosImprimatur (Buffy/Angel, not rated)

Not Like Before by buffytargaryen (Buffy/Angel, G)

The Red Gate by bluestarsandclouds (Buffy/Angel, G)

Side Mission by Taaroko (Buffy/Angel, T)

Overexcited by AmorousGreen (Buffy/Angel, E)

Angelus's Mercy: Part Two by MCorey1317 (Buffy/Angel, E)

My Rebel Is the Centerfold by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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Foregiveness Doesn't Come Easy, Chapter 7 by slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, not rated)

Prolonging The Inevitable, Chapter 83 by Lotzofcanary (Scoobies, CSI crossover, M)

With Arms Wide Open, Chapter 15 by jaybird023 (Buffy/Giles, E)

The Windows of Babylon, Chapter 10 by 42_Noodles (Xander, Hellsing and Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler crossover, E)

When Ethan Rayne made Rambo, Chapter 7 by USKiwi (Scoobies, not rated)

Going Home (to a place we’ve never been before), Chapter 14 by curiouswombat (Dawn, Silmarillion crossover, T)

Fuel’s Aflame, Chapter 14 by wickedrum (Buffy/Spike, not rated)

Moments that Make You: The Hero and The Princess, Chapter 94 by myheadsgonenumb (Cordelia/Doyle, T)

Can't Salvage This, Chapter 3 by fatalfae (Buffy/Angel, M)

Dawn Rising, Chapter 21 by Luna_delCielo (Buffy/Finrod Felagund, Silmarillion crossover, T)

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Buffyverse Flashfic, Chapter 9 by NotASlayer (Buffy/Anya, T)

Caged, Chapter 3 by Susan19 (Buffy/Faith, T)

New York, Chapter 20 by drsquidlove (Giles/Xander, M)

Cruel, Cruel Summer, Chapter 2 by Michaelt (Scoobies, not rated)

Breathe Again, Chapter 14 by Califi62 (Angel/Cordelia, M)

One Day You'll Know, Chapter 6 by HaleKent (Buffy/Spike, M)

New Blood, Chapter 10 by danu40k (Xander, Naruto crossover, T)

The More the World is Changing, the More it Stays the Same, Chapter 2 by the_widow_twankey (Angel/Spike, M)

Never Let Me Down Again, Chapters 1-2 by BuildMeUpButtercup_x (Buffy/Angel, M)

Transformed By Love, Chapter 1 by Buffyworldbuilder (Ensemble, Vampire Diaries and The Originals crossover, T)

Crash and Burn, Chapters 20-21 by NautiBitz (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Dead End Plots, Chapter 21 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Buffy 2.0, Chapter 16 by BlueZeroZeroOne (Buffy, FR18)

Embracing The Darkness, Chapter 5 by BlueZeroZeroOne (Buffy, FR21)

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[bloodsigilsandpie]

Running Through Empty

Part 4 of Chapter 1

Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3

wc: 200

Castiel’s eyes closed as soon as they opened. This isn’t real. 

“Hey sunshine,” Dean bent down and held out his hand.

Cas stared at it. This can’t be real. “Dean. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, didn't you hear? I'm here to grip you tight and raise you from perdition.”

He smiled, wider. And that smile... That was the smile he had fallen for. In every way imaginable. The one he would do it all over again for. The one he never thought he would see again.

He took Dean's hand and stood up. Only then did he believe it was real. He was there.

“Dean, what are you doing? What is this costing you?” He glanced at the Empty standing a few feet away, glaring at them, “I’m not going to let someone else take my place.”

“You don't think you deserve to be saved?” Cas couldn’t help but smile at the grin on his face. Dean looked happy. Happier that he had seen him in a very long time.

“But how-?”

“We figured something out, I’ll explain later,” Dean cut him off and started pulling him towards a door. “First, I’m gonna take you back home.”

Home…

“Okay.”

[hoboal87]

Dean Winchester Masterlist

A/N: unless noted otherwise, fics are canon compliant or adjacent, and it's "our" Dean

The Butterfly Effect - (TBA) A collab (mini?) series with @synmorite. This is in very early planning stages

Alpha (3 part mini series) - After escaping from purgatory, Dean has one goal, get back to his omega.

Sleeping with Other People - coming 2024! Teaser coming soon

The One With the Baby in The Impala -The Winchesters bring home their newest addition.

Don’t Speak.* (w/ Sam Winchester) dark!au - You wake up in an unknown room with two strangers, and you don’t know what they plan to do with you. TW: Rape/Non-Con

The Fear - Dean comes home from a hunt to find Y/N is missing. Written for @princessmisery666​ #dailymixchallenge 

Nothing Else Matters -Six months before Dean's Demon Deal is due, he receives unexpected news.

Amortentia -You really want to fuck Dean. Written for @there-must-be-a-lock's Fics Against Humanity Challenge

Mine (Part One/Part Two)- Sam's trying to cure Dean, and learns just how far his brother was willing to go to keep them together.

Need* (alpha!Dean x omega!Sam) - Dean survives The Barn, but at what cost? Written for the Pond's Secret Santa Fic Exchange

Goodbye - A drabble taking place during 15x20. Written for @justagirlinafandomworld’s Flashfic Challenge.

Whatever it Takes - Another drabble for @justagirlinafandomworld​’s Flashfic Challenge. TW: toxic relationship, implied domestic abuse (verbal/physical)

Trouble - Yet another drabble for @justagirlinafandomworld​’s Flashfic Challenge. You and Dean go out.

Whatever it Takes, pt. 2 - A sequel drabble to “Whatever it Takes,” written for @justagirlinafandomworld​’s Flashfic Challenge.

Acadia  - You and Dean go dancing.

You Belong With Me - A smutty-ish, semi-sequel to “Acadia”

What’s Mine - Dean doesn’t like you flirting with other men. Written for @cockslut-padalecki​‘s Eleven Sentences Challenge

Muffled - Dean wants you to be quiet. Written for @cockslut-padalecki​‘s Eleven Sentences Challenge.

Whoops - There's something off about Dean. Written for @cockslut-padalecki's Eleven Sentences Challenge

Two at Once - Sequel to "Whoops." Dean catches you with his doppleganger. Written for @cockslut-padalecki's Eleven Sentences Challenge

Take It - Sequel to "Two at Once." You want both Deans to fuck you. Written for @cockslut-padalecki's Eleven Sentences Challenge

Smile - Dean loves to make you smile

Not Worth It  (Moc!Dean x f!Reader) - You confront Dean about the Styne family murders

All This Time - After a hunt, you and Dean confront your feelings.

Baby on Board - Using Baby to tell Dean you’re pregnant.

Storm - You and Dean are ready to settle into your new home. Set post 15 x 18 but no spoilers apply

*Contains Smut

​dividers by @firefly-graphics​

[rockhoochie]

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#5

Off Guard - Dean x Reader Oneshot

Rating: Explicit

WC: ~1200

Warnings: Smut, PWP, unbeta’d

A/N: Crawling my way out of writer’s block again! This isn’t much, just an idea rolling around in my head that finally managed to break free. Apologies for any glaring and/or egregious mistakes...I’ve been itching to get content out and I didn’t want to wait. Thanks so much for reading and sticking with me - I hope you enjoy this juicy little tidbit!  

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201 notes • Posted 2021-07-11 08:49:49 GMT

#4

Ooh games! I got tagged by @lastcallatrockysbar for This or That Fanfic Edition...

coffee shop or flower shop | au or fix-it | enemies to lovers or childhood friends | angst or fluff | love at first sight or pining | modern au or historical au | soulmates or unrequited | fake dating or secret dating | break up & make up or proposal & weddings | get together or established relationship | oblivious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet the parents or meet cute

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212 notes • Posted 2021-09-02 04:43:11 GMT

#3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Rating: Explicit

WC: ~2000

CW: sex, smut, dirty talk

A/N: While I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten WIPs, this decided to go ahead and just manifest itself. Thank you @thoughtslikeaminefield​ for the beta read! Enjoy, my dears ❤

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230 notes • Posted 2021-12-02 03:24:12 GMT

#2

Dean x Reader Flashfic (WC: 879)

CW: EXPLICIT - CONTAINS SEX THINGS

Dean gets home sometime in the middle of the night. After a quick shower he slides in bed next to you, all warm skin and damp hair, naked. You're awake - you have been since the Impala rumbled into the garage. But you feign sleep a little longer, reveling in the way his touch feathers along your skin, in the soft kisses he dots from your shoulder to your neck.

"Honey, I'm home," he whispers, his breath hot against the shell of your ear, his fingers skating over your peaked nipples. You sigh as he takes your earlobe between his teeth, the hot-cold rush of desire cutting through the last of your sleepiness. His teeth drag along your jawline as his hand travels down, his palm sliding over the give of your stomach, fingertips creeping lower.

"Put me out of my misery and spread those gorgeous legs for me…"

You languidly obey, opening up for him, breaths becoming ragged as he cups his huge hand over your sex.

"Been waiting for me, huh?" he says, drawing a single finger along your folds. "All spread out and naked, so nice and wet for me already…"

You whimper and roll your hips, chasing his touch and needing more. The bed dips as he perches over you, his lips brushing against yours, one thick finger fiddling much too gently against your clit. Arching your back you card your fingers through his hair, gasping as he sinks his finger into your waiting cunt. 

"Shh…" he breathes, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. "don't want Sam to know what I'm doing to you…" He gives your lip a playful nibble before dipping his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with unrushed fervor, humming with satisfaction as he slips a second finger inside of you.

Fucking hell, he knows exactly how to touch you - all the right pressure on the right places, where to push and when to pull. He pumps in and out, brushing your g-spot and scissoring his fingers, working your tight pussy open while he brands a path of hot nips, licks, and kisses down your body. When he draws his fingers out you hear his lips smack.

"You know I actually crave the taste of you?" he says, pressing your thighs against the mattress. "Those panties you wore the night before I left...the ones you kept on while I played with you till you came? Had to take 'em with me."

He kisses your inner thighs and slides his fingers back inside, muttering the most delicious filth you've ever heard as he presses against your sweet spot and suckles your clit.

"Loved smelling you whenever I could...even held em in my hand when I jerked off, thinkin' about pulling them to the side while I fuck you, how pretty your tight pussy looks when it's dripping wet and full of my cum…"

Every word he's whispering against your cunt shoots currents of liquid heat through you, the syllables wrapping themselves into a tight coil in your core.

He chuckles, low and wicked, and pushes a third finger inside. 

"So fuckin hot how soaked you get for me. You're close aren't you? Yeah, I can feel it...the way your pussy's dripping and squeezing my fingers...gonna squirt for me sweetheart?"

He seals his lips around your clit and sucks, flicking the hard bud with the tip of his tongue. You teeter on the edge, right at that point where your brain is telling you it's too much but your body insists it's not enough. All it takes is the buzz of Dean's growl against your slick, pink flesh and you let go, vision going white, ears ringing, unable to hold back the cry that rips from your throat. You come hard and wet, the obscene squelch of his fingers slamming deep inside your pussy merging with the decadent moans he's making as you soak his face. He keeps going until you're coming again...and again...until you tug at his hair and urge him to stop.

His body slides up yours, the length of his thick, hard cock sliding between your drenched folds. With one smooth thrust he buries himself in your heat, fucking you slow with obvious restraint.

"...feel so good...fucking incredible…God, I love you…"

You twist and shift your weight, urging him onto his back. You can just see his face in the darkness, eyes half-lidded, mouth open, head back as you ride him. 

"You're so beautiful…" he rasps, running his hands over your breasts, down to your hips. "Love how good you ride me, how deep you take you take my cock...fuck…"

Taking your hand, he laces his fingers with yours. "Come on baby, one more...come with me…" The thumb of his free hand lands on your clit, driving you toward the brink of another climax. "That's it...oh fuck...fuck yeah, I'm gonna come…"

Together you come undone, riding each other through it, until your movements slow and you collapse on top of him.

At some point, you're vaguely aware of him pulling out, and sliding out from under you. Between gentle kisses and whispered "I love you’s" sleep takes its chance to settle in. Gathered in each other's arms you drift off, exactly where you're both meant to be.

236 notes • Posted 2021-11-08 20:41:17 GMT

#1

Kinky Clue Submission:

Anon Asked: Sam Winchester, eating the reader out on the hood of the Impala...

WC: ~1200  Warnings: le smut A/N: Kisses and thanks to the lovely @stusbunker​ for the beta work!

Let’s begin with a wholesome GIF of Sam eating a salad. The filth is below the cut!

It’s a hot summer night - the chirrup of cicadas and crickets pierces through thick, humid air that makes your sundress stick to your skin. You'd been teasing him for days- whispering all sorts of sin into his ear whenever you had the chance, pushing your tits and ass out any time there was an opportunity, rubbing up against him "by accident". Earlier, you'd sent him a picture of your spread-open pussy, and that's when he'd finally had enough.

Sam kisses you breathless as he walks the two of you toward the Impala. When the grill of the car meets the backs of your legs, Sam lifts you by the waist, sets you down on the still sun-warmed hood, and slots himself between your legs.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he breathes, twining a hand into your hair and tugging your head back to expose your neck. He rests his free hand over your knee while his teeth graze the edge of your jaw, nip at your earlobe, skim against your pulse. “Such a little tease...couldn’t stop thinking about your tight, wet pussy all week,” he continues, shifting his palm from your knee to your inner thigh.

“What are you gonna do about it, hmm?” you tease. 

You gasp and feel Sam’s smile against your skin when his knuckle brushes against the warm, bare flesh between your legs. “Dirty girl," he hums, the dark tone of his voice teeming with appreciation that there isn't any lace, silk, or cotton in his way.

He slides one long finger in, smooth and slow, slipping in and out with unpredictable rhythm - fast, shallow thrusts and slow, deep strokes that barely brush your sweet spot until you’re writhing, trying to buck and grind against his hand.

You whine when he pulls his hand away. “Sam, please…”

He raises his fingers to his mouth with a grin just shy of wicked, looking predatory and brazenly triumphant as he licks your slick clean off his finger. 

”Knees up,” he commands, “show me what I wanna see,” and your legs bend on instinct while you ruck up the hem of your sundress to your hips. You spread unabashedly open for him, aching and wanting and so wet you swear you’re dripping on the sleek, black enamel beneath you.

Dean would flip his shit if he knew what you were up to on the hood of his Baby, but fuck if that didn’t even make it more hot. And before you can give the matter any more thought or fucks, Sam is on his knees, running his hands over the inside of your thighs and staring at your cunt with nearly feral hunger.

His mouth chases the path of his hands, leaving a nip here, a kiss there, a long lick followed by a soft blow of air at the crease of your thigh that makes you shiver and sigh. He repeats on the other side, taking his time to drive you to the edge of madness, until you finally feel the tip of his nose brush against your center. Your fingers lace through his hair as your back arches, and he’s deliberately keeping his mouth a breath away from your cunt. 

”Beg for it,” he growls, sneering up at you.

Your fingers curl and fist his hair. “Fuck...Sam, please…” 

The very tip of Sam’s tongue traces a thin line from your entrance to your throbbing clit. “Come on now...tell me what this pretty pussy needs."

He keeps up his long, slow licks while you sputter out a chorus of feverish pleas: “Sam….please...god, please make come...want your fingers, your mouth, your tongue fucking me, eating my cunt till I’m coming all over your face... please, I’ll come so fucking good for you…” 

With a grunt, he grabs the back of your knees and hooks your legs over his broad shoulders. He’s soft, warm velvet - his tongue stroking and thrusting deep inside your cunt, along your folds, rolling and circling over your clit. The push of his touch is at your entrance again, opening and stretching you, filling you with two of his long, heavy fingers.

 “God, Sam…” you whine, the delicious drag of his fingers and warmth of his mouth sending bolts of bright, pulsing heat through you. One of your hands finds its way up your torso, landing on one of your tits, fingers pinching and pulling your hard, knotted nipple through the cotton of your dress. You’re lost in all the sensation - all you know is the smooth strands of his hair around your fingers, the rasp of his scruff against the tender flesh of your thighs, the flick of his tongue while he gathers your clit between his lips. His fingertips press against that place deep inside of you with just the right pressure, his mouth and tongue spelling out new definitions of both pleasure and filth. Then that hook anchors in your core, all that liquid heat and want and need swirling in the pit of your stomach, and every part of you seems to clench and tremble. Sam knows you’re close and he groans, the vibration infusing you with all new torrents of bliss as he strokes and presses and licks and sucks….

”Samsamsamfuck... yes, fuck Sam I’m gonna -”  the rest is drowned within a lilted cry as your muscles seize and your cunt clenches, and Sam has you hurtling over the edge. He draws out your orgasm, slowing down his movements but not stopping, pulling back just a little while you ride the waves of your climax. Right before you come down completely, he starts up again, stuffing a third finger inside of you, reaching even deeper and tapping relentlessly against your g-spot. A scream is scratching at your throat, so you cover your mouth and bite the heel of your hand as your next climax rises, searing through every already-scorched cell in your body, and you feel like you may actually explode. Sam splays a hand over your belly, and with some kind unrecognizable sound you’re coming again, hard and soaking wet over Sam’s fingers and tongue and lips. 

It’s as if you’ve drifted through a lightning storm - your head is heavy, nerve endings vaguely but pleasantly aware of Sam’s fingers sliding out of you, of his mouth feathering along the wet skin of your lips and thighs. He slips an arm behind your waist and gathers you in his arms, letting you gently slide off the Impala and land your feet on solid ground.

“Holy shit,” you finally manage, nuzzling even closer against him as you catch your breath and he places soft kisses on the top of your head. His heartbeat is fast and strong against your ear and he’s softly rutting against you, his steel-hard cock pressing against your stomach. Sam’s breath hitches as you rub him over the thin material of his athletic shorts and lets his head fall back with a moan when your fingertips tease between elastic and the taut skin of his abs.

You let your hand slip beneath the fabric and wrap your fingers around him, swiping the tip of your thumb over beads of precum. He hisses a curse and staggers, catches himself on the hood of the car, and watches you with a heavy-lidded stare as sink to your knees.

“Beg for it, Sam,” you smirk, tugging his shorts down. With your hand curled around the base, you flatten your tongue and give him a long, salacious lick from root to tip, delighted at the sound he makes as he fists a handful of your hair. “Tell me how bad you want me to suck this gorgeous cock.”

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This is so far from the filth you requested a couple of weeks ago I sincerely apologize but I absolutely cannot get this image out of my head, had to share if! if you want to ignore this please do!! I 100% recognize I am NOT sticking to the assignment.

Dean Winchester settled in between someone’s legs on the bed. Like his back to their chest, their legs wrapped around him, heels keeping his thighs open while they jerk him off, explicit but soft vibes.

Something about me will never stop wanting Dean Winchester to receive love and comfort 💕

Please never apologize for loving Dean Winchester xox

Characters/pairing: Dean Winchester x GN reader

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY

Words: 800

“Dean, just let me make you feel good.”

He hesitates with a sideways glance and a crooked brow. “You do, babe.”

He says it like he’s trying to subdue you, and it’s almost patronizing. But you can’t remember the last time — or even the first time — he let you take care of him, which is worse than condescension if you’re being honest.

“Stop.” 

Dean immediately halts his downward path to undoubtedly bury his face between your legs, then flicks his eyes up to meet your gaze. “What is it?”

“Come up here,” you say, wiggling toward the headboard until it’s flush with your back and your ass is burrowed into the mountain of pillows.

Dean twists his lips and glares at you playfully, gliding his hands up from your knees and along your thighs. He tilts his head and narrows his eyes as he kneels between your open legs.

“Turn around and put that juicy peach right here.” You pat the bedding where it meets the pillows you’re sitting on with a smirk.

Dean grumbles a little before rolling his eyes and neck in unison, then does what you’ve asked. It’s all very performative and clearly, intentionally unsexy, yet he somehow manages to turn you on even more than you were already.

You chuckle. “Good boy.”

He mutters something slightly derogatory in tone as he turns his back to you, but you ignore it in favor of encouraging him as close to your body as possible. Since he’s being a bit of a brat, you have to slide forward the final inch or so you need to give you the advantage.

“I love your shoulders,” you say, lightly tracing your fingertips across the expanse and watching his muscles jerk and tense. You dip in and press a kiss to one scapula, then the other, and he releases a shaking breath.

“Relax.”

You want to worship him the way he worships you. You want to show him the kind affection that he so readily gives everyone you know. You want him to know how precious he is.

“Do you know how much you turn me on?” you ask.

Dean huffs a nervous laugh and hangs his head just as he shakes it.

“You are so gorgeous, Dean — from the tips of your hair to your fingers and toes — you’re an exquisite masterpiece of a man.”

“Babe...” he groans and starts to shift away from you.

You worry that he might bolt, so you lift and drape your legs over his thighs and slip your feet underneath. “Please let me show you what you mean to me,” you whisper in his ear, sending goosebumps over his smooth, freckled skin.  

You are suddenly ravenous for him. You hook your arms under his and splay your hands flat over his torso, running in random patterns, feeling him shake and try to catch his breath. 

Dean drops his head back onto your shoulder and grips the fluffy bedding in his fists on either side of your pretzeled bodies. His chest rises and falls, somewhat erratically, and you want to soothe him.

“I love touching you,” you continue. “You’re so strong and brave, and filled with passion. You inspire the best in everyone around you.”

Your hands drop further down to find him straining hot and tight between his thighs. 

“You have a fucking beautiful cock,” you murmur, wrapping one hand around his length and sliding the other down to massage his sack. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

You roll your hips to give him a better idea of what you’re talking about, and Dean whimpers. 

“When you’re inside me,” you whisper, licking and scraping your teeth up the length of his exposed throat, “I feel so blessed.”

You start to gently twist and pump him, reaching for the lube he’d used on you earlier. You get his dick, and your hand, nice and slick to squeeze him harder and pump him faster.

“You’re so thick and hard, baby, part of me wishes you were inside me right now, but I love this. Thank you.”

“Fuck.” Dean bucks his hips up against your fist, then lifts his head to look down at what you’re doing. 

You drag your free hand up his torso to circle and pinch his nipples. He grits his teeth and reaches one hand up behind your head to guide you to his mouth for a hot, breathless kiss. 

“I’m gonna come so hard,” he whispers, twisting your hair with his rough fingers and yanking you back enough to meet your gaze as you squeeze and twist him harder, and he throbs in your hand. “And then I’m gonna get you back.”

You grin and duck back into the kiss, knowing that he’ll make good on his promise, just as he shouts your name into your mouth and comes hot and wet over your fist.

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[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Prompt from @stusbunker: Dean used to think he could never keep up with your exhibitionism. The Demon inside him calls your bluff.

Characters: Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x You, Sam Winchester

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, dubious consent, exhibitionism, dirty talk, name-calling, threat of object insertion (yes, please, sir), misuse of a piano bench, pool table sex, you are a GD TROOPER for this heroic act

Words: 1,500

Author's notes: Stuie, you always give the best prompts. @brrose-apothecary and I had a lot of fun with this one!

This is the first fill for my 2024 Flashfic Festival.

Exhibition

“Dean Winchester,” you sing-song as you saunter into the backroom of the bar, where Dean’s been plucking at piano keys and downing Maker’s like water for hours.

You narrow and drag your deliberately licentious gaze over Dean’s frame, and he answers with a head tilt and a mirror of your attitude and glare. He greets you by name as he slowly rolls his shoulders back and turns away from the piano keys to face you. You pretend not to notice him setting aside his recent weapon of choice in favor of a glass filled with whiskey.

“What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place-” you pause and give the room a distasteful scan before returning your attention to Dean. “Like this?”

You come to a halt about three feet from Dean, closer than I’d allow if I could come out of the shadows, but we agreed to you going in alone. 

“Not so nice,” Dean replies, sipping from his glass as he swings one leg over the bench to straddle it. He watches you over the rim of his glass for a few beats before taking a long pull.

“Mmm, you Winchester boys really try playing the Bad Boy card.”

Dean shrugs as he stands up. You watch his body unfold, and a brief flash of uncertainty sparks in your eyes. 

“Guess ya haven’t talked to my baby brother in a while, huh?” Dean downs the remainder of what’s in his glass, as he strolls toward the bar, brushing past you, side-eye and all. 

“Tall, dark, and tight-ass? Not lately.” 

I roll my eyes at that one, but you’re playing your own cards right now and doing it well. You turn with Dean as he passes you, making sure to keep him in your sight and off your back. 

Dean scoffs at your remark as he reaches for the bottle of whiskey left out on the bar to refill his glass. “Yeah, Sammy’s always had a stick up his ass.”

He takes another long sip and feigns nonchalance, resting his elbow on the bartop, searching your eyes as you walk the ominous path to meet him toe-to-toe.

“Not you, though. I always wished we had more time together, for a little-” you sigh and bite your lip. “Remember that night in Chattanooga? I told you the coast was clear, but-” you shake your head, moving closer. “You were too worried someone’d walk in on us.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes like you aren’t baiting a Knight of Hell. Dean silently stares you down, his expression unreadable, until your combat boots kiss his loggers. 

“Think you wanted someone to walk in on us,” he grunts before taking another sip.

You shrug and play coy. “Maybe I liked an audience.”

There’s a sound of muffled voices entering the kitchen from the alley, pots and pans being utilized, and water is turned on. My heart rate kicks up a notch, but you remain composed. Dean studies your lack of reaction. 

“How ‘bout now?” he asks, throwing back the rest of his drink and setting the empty glass aside. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as he towers over you, clearly using his size and mass to rattle you.

You grin and Dean smirks. He shoves a hand up the back of your hair and squeezes. It has to sting, but you whimper and start to drool, gripping the lapels of his overshirt. He angles your head to his advantage, exposing your throat, and dips in to lick a line from your collarbone to your jaw.

“Didn’t answer my question,” he mutters, taking the hinge of your jaw between his teeth and rolling you to arch your back over the bar.

You stumble and huff a breath. Your eyes are wild and searching until they find mine, and you sigh with relief, letting your eyes fall closed. You relax into Dean’s forceful onslaught.

“Maybe I still like it,” you breathe, opening your eyes again, and showing me renewed conviction.

Dean chuckles again, darker this time with a cruel edge I’ve never heard from him. He kicks your feet apart, making your skirt ride up high, and tucks a knee between your thighs, brushing dangerously against your knee-high boots. 

He kisses you then, using the hold on your hair to keep you where he wants you, and tearing at the buttons of your blouse.

“This get you off? Knowin’ the kitchen staff’s back there? That they’re gonna hear when I make you scream?”

You wrench from his hold and push him. He laughs and stumbles backward, watching you stalk after him, dropping your jacket to the floor and removing your shredded top the rest of the way.

“Keep talking.” 

“You like an audience and you like me tellin’ you about it? Want me to tell you what a dirty girl you are too?”

Dean bumps the piano bench and sits with his back to the piano, letting you climb astride his hips and push his shirt from his shoulders to the black and white keys. He grabs you by the hair again, and his other hand disappears under your skirt.

“Answer me,” he sneers.  

Your body jolts. I did not expect things to go this far—you’ve put yourself at grave risk, but you’re turned on, too. I’m not a voyeur, but I can’t take my eyes off you for even one second and leave you at his mercy.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “Yes. Tell me.”

Dean nods, licking his lips. 

“I’d bet-” he pauses and his shoulder rolls with whatever his hand’s doing under your skirt, and you choke on air, mimicking the grip he has in your hair. “That dishwasher back there’d love to walk out here and see you ridin’ my hand like a hot, little slut.” 

You gasp and yank his head back, but he resists enough to maintain eye contact with you. 

“Could lay ya out on the lid of this baby grand, spread you open, fuck that bottle of whiskey into this tight, slick hole for everybody to see and hear. Give ‘em all a little sip of this pussy.”

You whimper and drop your chin to your chest and your forehead to his.  

“Listen to how fuckin’ sloppy you are,” Dean mutters. “So easy. C’mon and come and I’ll bend you over the pool table and give ‘em a real show.” 

You roll your head to the side and your mouth falls open on a silent cry, one fist tightening in his hair and the other twisting the neck of his t-shirt.

“There it is,” Dean whispers.

He gives you about three seconds before standing and carrying you to the pool table. 

“Not even wearin’ panties. You came here down to fuck, didn’t ya, princess?”

He drops you on the edge of the table then traces the ridge of your collarbone and the straps of your bra before flicking the front open and letting it drop around your wrists. You toss it aside, so you aren’t hindered by it, while Dean unbuckles his belt and pushes you to lie back.

You lift your knees and hold yourself open by the backs of your thighs. Dean rests a hand over your breastbone before trailing his fingers from your sternum to your belly as he guides himself inside you, and you both groan. 

“Oh-ho-ho,” Dean huffs a laugh and wraps his fingers around your knees on top of yours. “I knew this pussy’d be good. The old me was too much of a softie to fuck ya rough and quick back in Chattanooga. Someone might’ve walked in!” He laughs, pressing over your belly as he sets a brutal pace. “Worth the fuckin’ wait, though, shit.”

He never shuts the fuck up, talking about what it looks like sinking into you, telling you how pretty you are stretched around his hammering cock, and calling you the best, dirtiest, little bitch he’s ever had. 

He’s so caught up in the moment, so amused by the sound of his own voice and satisfaction, that he doesn’t see you reach into the hidden compartments on the outside of each of your boots.

You’re lightning fast with the holy water and cuffs. Before I can even make my way out from the service hallway where I’d been hiding since 10 AM, Dean’s on his knees, smoke rolling from his skin with his hands bound.

“Nice work,” I huff a breath, stopping short to give you enough room to gather your things.

Dean snarls and snaps as you hop down from the table and smooth your skirt over your hips. 

“Thanks.” You reach for your bra and quickly slip into it before scooping up your jacket.

“You fucking bitch,” Dean growls, rolling to his back to refasten his pants. “You can’t hold me like this, and I will fucking kill you. Both of you.”

I watch you shrug into your jacket with wide eyes. You’re trembling as you sidle up next to me. “You sure this’s gonna work?” you whisper.

I nod and squeeze your hand in mine. “I’m sure.” 

I draw a deep breath and watch my brother smolder like a raging forest fire, dragging you closer to my side than to where he’s writhing at our feet.

“It has to.”

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[ao3feed-destiel]

Expecting

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/2BgG6No

by krysnel_nicavis

NOTE: Author specifically selected “Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings” to avoid spoilers. This means one or more of the major Archive Warnings apply to this fic. Read with caution.

  Castiel and Dean are excitedly awaiting the birth of their daughter.

Words: 590, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 29 of Flashfics & Ficlets By Me

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: trigger warning, Additional Warnings Apply, Author chose not to specify warnings to avoid spoilers, Proceed with caution, Pregnancy, Dark Character, dark themes

Link: https://ift.tt/2BgG6No

[road-rhythm]

let the pious (Sam-centric gen, 2.3k)

Title: let the pious Characters: Sam, Dean; God Rating: T Warnings: discussion of addiction and recovery

Summary: The world's ending. God's ending it. Sam's still an addict. Coda to 14x20, "Moriah."

A/N: I wanted to write something for Sam's birthday, but IRL intervened. I couldn't let our boy capping God go uncommemorated, though, so have some flashfic. Thanks to @themegalosaurus for helping me tidy it up. Happy belated birthday, Sam Winchester. May you always deliver unto deities what they deserve.

Sam wakes up hungry. That isn't unusual in itself; supplies have been thin on the ground since Chuck flipped the table, but this hunger isn't quite the one he expected to wake to. It takes him a minute, lying there in the straw, to figure out what it is that he's feeling. It's a sensation that's not quite a sensation, or not entirely; something somewhere between physical thirst and mental restlessness. Finally he places it: this is a craving.

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[spnfanficpond]

Summary: prompted by a follower celebration with "would Dean and our girl Faith be okay please with the gif I mentioned you know which gif lol"

Characters: Dean Winchester x Faith Lehane 

Words: 843

Warnings: established relationship, clothed sex, talking during sex

Author’s note: this is a peek at the coming sequel to Pretty Reckless. The Buffy timeline in this universe is askew from canon, where Faith did not become as a Slayer until Willow activated all Potentials. In this flashfic and in the PR sequel, Faith Lehane is now a Slayer. She and Buffy come to help TFW with Michael.

[hoboal87]

Sam Winchester Masterlist

A/N: Unless noted otherwise, fics are canon compliant or adjacent, and it's "our" Sam

Elastic Heart* - Your life is turned up-side down when, out of sheer circumstance, a certain Winchester walks back into your life. Neither of you ever expected to see the other again, and you must come to terms with how your relationship ended, and the secrets unspoken between you. 

You Broke Us (mini series)* (au!Lawyer! Sam x wife!Reader) - Non-Hunting AU. You and Sam have been happily married for years, but when Sam starts focusing more on work you start to feel neglected.

The Tie* - You and Sam go on a long over-due date.

Carry On - When the boys go on a routine hunt, none of you expect it to change your lives forever. SPOILERS FOR 15X20 

Baby Mine - You and Sam prepare for the birth of your son. (set in the universe as “The Tie” and “Carry On”) but can be read as a stand-alone) SPOILERS FOR 15 X 20

Don't Speak.* (w/Dean Winchester) dark!au - You wake up in an unknown room with two strangers, and you don’t know what they plan to do with you. TW: Rape/Non-Con

Shadow - Sam hides a kitten in the bunker.

Need* (alpha!Dean x omega!Sam) - Dean survives The Barn, but at what cost? Written for the Pond's Secret Santa Fic Exchange

Invisible Strings (Boyking!Sam x f!Reader) - a drabble for @justagirlinafandomworld’s FlashFic Challenge.

You Broke Us, Part 2 (au!lawyer!Sam x wife! Reader) - The house was empty, cold, without Sam there. It’d been three days since he’d walked out on you, and you’d spent every moment in bed, calling him repeatedly, begging for forgiveness

The Assistant* (Lawyer!Sam x f!Reader) a drabble written for @cockslut-padalecki​‘s Eleven Sentences Challenge. You have a crush on your boss.

You Broke Us* (au!lawyer!Sam x wife! Reader) - You thought you were happy, you thought Sam was happy. You loved him more than anything, but everyday was becoming more of a struggle.

*Contains Smut

​dividers by @firefly-graphics​

[magickmoons]

Missing

Here’s a quick little flash-ficlet I wrote this afternoon. Destiel, kid!fic, angst with happy ending, under 1000 words. Enjoy :D

Castiel watched the setting sun with a feeling of dread. All around him, people were moving, talking, focused on one thing, but that sun was the deadline. He slumped.

Police Chief Singer walked up and put a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "I know you're worried right now, but we will find her. This early run of mild weather is working in our favor, even if we can't get her back tonight."

Castiel nodded. The temperature would remain warm enough that Claire freezing to death in the woods overnight wasn't a significant risk. But she would still be alone, in the dark, and scared. She had only just started sleeping through the night after the accident that taken her parents months ago.

Only months. How had he failed as a parent so quickly?

The Chief was still talking. "Is she the type to keep walking around, trying to find home? Or will she stay put and wait for someone to find her?"

"Assuming she can still walk around," he muttered. "Assuming that she hasn't fallen and broken a bone, or been attacked by some animal --"

"Yes, we are assuming that, Mr. Novak. And I can assure you that animal attacks almost never occur in this area. But to my question..."

He sighed and shook his head slowly. He didn't know. He didn't even know how she'd slipped away in the 10 seconds he'd turned away to count for Hide and Seek. "I don't know. I've only had her a few months now, since her father died. My brother."

Oh Jimmy, please help her.

The Chief's radio crackled.

"Bobby, we found her. She's ok -- a little scared, but she's gonna be brave just a little while longer. We'll be back soon." The voice on the radio segued easily into a soothing tone, obviously trying to calm Claire as he spoke. It kind of calmed Castiel as well.

He followed Singer back to the treeline, assuming the Chief knew where the unknown voice would be exiting the woods. And sure enough, about 10 minutes later, a man emerged from the shadows, three-year-old Claire in his arms. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around his neck that Castiel worried for his breathing. There were twigs and leaves in her hair and on her clothes, and smudges of dirt along her clothes and skin, but she was whole and safe. The stranger spoke softly to her, and she lifted her head and looked around. Her eyes lit up when she saw Castiel, and she reached toward him.

"Papa Cas!" she cried. Her rescuer moved quickly to Castiel's side to hand the toddler off before she tipped out of his grasp. She promptly pressed her face into Castiel's shoulder and burst into tears. He held her tightly, leaning down to bury his nose in her hair, searching for that unique Clair scent under the pine and leaves and dirt.

When he finally looked up, the man who had found her was still standing there, watching them with a soft smile.

"I don't know what to say. You found her," Castiel said in a choked voice.

"Always happy to help such a brave girl."

Claire tilted her head to look at him and gave a watery smile. "Thank you, Mr. Dean," she said through the remnants of her tears.

"Dean?" Castiel confirmed.

"That's me."

"Well, thank you, Dean."

Shifting Claire to a slightly more comfortable position, Castiel got his first calm look at the man who had rescued his niece. He was, in a word, gorgeous. Tall, well-built, with green eyes sparkling even in the dim twilight, and it was probably just the adrenaline talking, but Castiel suddenly was overcome with the desire to know exactly what those hands would feel like on his skin.

Dean's lips quirked as he returned Castiel's stare. They both started when Chief Singer called over, "Hey Winchester, stop lollygagging and come help pack up the truck."

"Hold your horses, old man," Dean yelled back, then looked at Castiel sheepishly.

"I gotta ... " Dean started at the same time that Claire said, "Papa Cas, m'hungry."

Castiel rubbed her back. "We'll eat soon, sweetie."

Dean had taken a step back, then hesitated. "Hey, Cas? You're new around here?"

It was a little disconcerting to hear Claire's nickname for him in Dean's deep voice, but Castiel found he didn't mind it so much. "Yes, we moved here ... recently." Moved, run away from staggering loss; to-may-to, to-mah-to. Castiel suppressed a slightly hysterical laugh, as the events of the day, of the year, resonated through his mind.

"Well, I grew up around here, and I know all the best places to eat. Why don't you hang around for a minute, and I'll take you guys someplace good."

Claire looked up, interested. "Mr. Dean come for dinner?"

Castiel nodded. "Yeah, Claire-bear. I think we're going to go have dinner with Mr. Dean."

"Awesome." Dean's smile was huge as he held up a finger. "Don't go anywhere." He loped over to where Singer was supervising and spoke briefly with him, pointing back at Castiel and Claire a couple of times. A minute later, Dean was ushering the two of them toward the road where everyone's cars were parked.

Castiel followed Dean to the restaurant, a beat-up building with the unassuming name of 'The Roadhouse,' which turned out to have excellent burgers, as well as a staff that just doted on Claire. By the time the meal was over, she was her usual bubbly self, albeit rather tired.

And although Castiel restrained himself from attempting a kiss as he said goodbye to Dean by the cars (it seemed inappropriate with Claire trying to climb over his head), he was quite happy to accept Dean's phone number.

And even happier when he used it.

[thoughtslikeaminefield]

From Wikipedia: Flash fiction is a fictional work of extreme brevity that still offers character and plot development. Identified varieties, many of them defined by word count, include the six-word story; the 280-character story (also known as "twitterature"); the "dribble" (also known as the "minisaga," 50 words); the "drabble" (also known as "microfiction," 100 words); "sudden fiction" (750 words); "flash fiction"; and "microstory".

The way I do my flashfic is to take a prompt that inspires me and type until I'm done. Most recent examples are here, here, and here.

Here's one that started as a flashfic but is now on my list of WIPs lol.

I need some fresh prompts to keep my brain limber while I finish my existing WIPS:

28 Days - (epilogue) AU Dean Winchester goes to rehab

Combat Baby - (epilogue) canon-divergent Dean x Jo

If We Make It Through December - (epilogue) post-Chuck, there was no rebar Dean x Donna

Leaving Heaven - (Part Two - 6 chapters) canon divergent/AU S10 with an original female character

Unopened At Your Feet - (1 chap + epilogue) - AU Winchester love triangle

Black Tie Optional - (2 chaps) canon-compliant Dean x Vanessa, follow up to Plus One

Libertine - (4 chaps) Soldier Boy dreaming in containment

Here's my master list so you can take a browse to see if I've already written what you have in mind.

Hit me up with anything you'd like to see me tackle. I may not talk about the fandom, but I still may be inspired by your prompt.

Got any ideas?

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

All fics are 18+ ONLY unless otherwise noted

SERIES

*at least three parts or chapters

And Then There Were Three - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Natalie and Dean are in a “not serious” relationship until one night, she and Sam take a step that will change things forever.

Warnings/tags: 18+ONLY, rough sex, squirting, anal sex, butt plug, bondage, dirty talk, orgasm control, double penetration, polyamory, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 13,500

I Won’t Let You Fall Apart - Sam Winchester x female reader

Summary: If Sam could fix himself, he would. But he can save her… even if it means saving her from himself.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, angst, sexting, dirty talk, Dom Sam Winchester, bondage, hand around the throat and over the mouth and nose

Words: 5K

The Kinda Girl You Like - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: After Sam reveals to Sofie his sub that he likes to watch, she decides that they should act on it. Then he tells her what exactly it is that he likes to watch…

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sub-sharing, bondage, rimming, the jockey is my favorite sex position, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 6,500

Unopened At Your Feet - AU Sam Winchester x female reader, AU Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: This is the story of how I broke my own heart.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, AU, love triangle, weed-smoking, canon-compliant date-rape/roofie (Becky)

Words: In Progress

Where Is My Shiny Gun? -  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood, W*ncest adjacent

Word Count: 7,800

ONE-SHOTS

*one and done, usually 2k or more

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Get Down, Make Love - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Steph decides to cut loose and push the envelope with her favorite fellow hunters.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hot tubbing, drunk sex (consensual), dirty talk, mfm spitroast, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 3188

Smokestack Lighting - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Summary: It’s been a long time coming, and the dam finally breaks.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, height difference, sex magic

Words: 2,200

Wait Till My Brother Gets Home - Winchester brothers x female reader

Summary: She wants to lose control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ Only, rough sex, hair pulling, mfm spit roast, bruising and chafing during sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2,450

FLASHFIC

*random ideas, prompts, challenges, usually less than 1k

A Hui Hou - Sam Winchester x original female character

Summary: Sam decides to take some time for himself.

Warnings: none

Words: 830

Barbed Wire Carnival - Choose your own Dark Winchester

Summary: Absence of feeling.

Characters: if I told you, I’d be lying.

Warnings: angst, dark descriptions, allusions to sex?

Words: 300

Because You’re Worth It - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleodd

Prompt: Sam Winchester ends up with his hair cut shorter than it has ever been.

Warnings: crack-ish, mature, fluff, Dean being insensitive about Sam’s glorious mane, Rowena saving the day

Words: 790

Breaking In The Muted Sky - Sam Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Sam. Overlapping scars tell interesting stories for those able to read them.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, knife play, blood during sex

Words: 830

Carrion - Ruby 2.0 x Sam Winchester

Summary: While Sam sleeps, Ruby plays.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark contemplation, somnophilia

Words: 340

Caught - Sam Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Officer Winchester x reader, handcuffs

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dub-con, handcuffs, police baton, double penetration, a little more Harlequin than Minefield

Words: 1K

Celibacy, Interrupted - Jody Mills x Sam Winchester

SPN Kink Bingo Square Filled: Facials

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, blow job, sam has no refractory period bc this is fic

Word Count: 570

Done Waiting - Sam Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Sam decides it’s time to get the reader’s attention.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, dominance

Words: 830

Fall Away Into - Dean Winchester x Ruby 2.0 x female reader (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Prompt: “Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY drug-induced sex, OOC Dean, mff spit roast, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 530

First Thing’s First - Sam Winchester x female reader

Prompt: I’d like some Sub Sam.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Sam fucking Winchester on his knees, shirtless and barefoot, masturbating until he isn’t, and then he is again

Words: 790

Foxholes - Annie Hawkins x Bobby Singer/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Summary: Annie recalls time spent with each man and what their facial hair told her about them.

Warnings: mature language and references to sexual activity

Words: 340

If You Don’t, Dear, Confess - Sam Winchester x Rowena Macleod

Prompt: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in the bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Warnings: mature

Words: 620

Let The Melody Shine - Sam Winchester x male reader

Summary: Dom Sam has decided to buy a gift for himself and his newest friend.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, shibari mentioned, blindfold, edging, anal vibe

Words: 360

Lifting the Veil - Choose Your Own Winchester

Summary: You’ve been missing something of paramount importance - until now.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, infidelity, squirting

Words: 1230

Meanwhile… - Sam Winchester x Jody Mills

Prompt: I don’t even remember your rules, but listen Sam and Jody hooked up while Dean was banging the porn star.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY

Words: 500

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills x Winchester brothers (kinda)

Prompt: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their way home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky shower head, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display.

Warnings/tags: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 950

Rigid Rapidly Rotating Disks - Sam Wesson x female character

Summary: Ms. Remington needs her hard drive adjusted.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, object insertion

Words: 960

Watch Me - Sam Winchester x female reader

Summary: You’re stuck in the bunker with an injury, so your thoughtful boyfriend Sam leaves you something to help you pass the time.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, masturbation, video, talking while masturbating

Words: 1K

Woman In White - Sam Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Sam’s been staying up, often falling asleep in front of his laptop, and you’ve had enough. Time to get his attention and get some of that loving he’s also been neglecting to give you.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Dean eating pizza like a pig and giving seduction advice to Sam’s girlfriend, innocence kink, I don’t know what else

Words: 1K

You Know Better, Babe - Sam Winchester x gender neutral character

Summary: “Don’t let me in with with no intention to keep me. Jesus Christ, don’t be kind to me. Honey, don’t feed me; I will come back.”

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, implied nefarious intentions, boyking Sam

Words: 680

You Want It, You’re Wanted - Sam Winchester x Gabriel

Summary: Mutual gratification is the name of the game.

Warnings: mature, Wartenberg wheel, tiny bit of blood

Words: 320

[ao3feed-destiel]

The Woods

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/3dKPxT0

by krysnel_nicavis

Something has caused the natural order of things in this wooded area to reverse.

If Dean and Castiel naturally resist each other, how might he enchantment effect them?

Words: 562, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 32 of Flashfics & Ficlets By Me

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: DestielFFPrompt, Curses, Spells & Enchantments, Sky & Sea reversal

Link: https://ift.tt/3dKPxT0