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Not Your Fault

A Supernatural Story

~Something is in the air and your boss takes notice...~

Dean Smith x F!Reader

2,070 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Office Sex. Probably Illegal. All consensual.

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It wasn’t your fault, really. 

Since you woke up that morning, you were wet; your panties worthlessly snuggled deep into your slit, blankets twisted around your legs. You need to be fucked, but no amount of self-pleasure made your predicament any better. 

Late for work because the shower just felt too good, you tried to keep busy at your desk to make up for the lost time. Phones were ringing off the hook, emails were piling up, and your boss had two appointments that canceled on him, leaving him a little frazzled. 

Despite the hectic day, you couldn’t help the arousal still throbbing inside of you. Your clit had a mind of its own, distracting you anytime you moved in your chair or walked to the copier. Even the tiniest brush of your skirt against your thighs made the wetness worse and by ten, you were sure there was a giant wet spot in your panties. 

But it wasn’t your fault, not really. 

There was just something in the air; maybe the moon was full. Whatever it was, you were totally distracted, totally mindlessly moving through the day with a deep ache between your legs. 

Twice, you snuck away to the restroom to rub your pussy; your back against the cold wall, legs spread as wide as the stall would allow. Your bottom lip was dented by your teeth as you bit back moans of frustrated pleasure, trying to cum but failing each time.

It wasn’t your fault, not really. 

One o’clock rolled by and most of the office had gone to lunch. You were about to go yourself, hoping to run home and sit on your vibrator for forty minutes or so when your boss called you into his office. 

“Y/N? Got a second?” 

Dean Smith sat behind his desk, green eyes glowing in the light from his laptop screen. He looked stressed, his tie loose around his neck, collar unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up. It had been a difficult few weeks, you knew, and he was starting to show the signs. 

“Mr. Smith?” You smiled in the doorway when he finally looked up to acknowledge you. 

His eyes ran quickly down your body and you could feel your nipples harden beneath your blouse. “Come in,” he said, “shut the door.” 

You obeyed, quietly shutting the door and taking a seat in the chair across from him. The glare from the computer made him look ghastly, but he clicked it off even as the thought crossed your mind. 

“Is...everything ok, Mr. Smith?” you asked, your mind reeling with a thousand anxious thoughts. Had you done something wrong? Did you miss a deadline sending out the TSK Reports? 

He smiled and you relaxed almost instantly. “Everything’s...fine,” he said; deep voice filling the room and your head. He was gorgeous, so well groomed and immaculately dressed; you wondered vaguely what he smelled like. “I wanted to talk to you.” 

“To me?” Your cheeks warmed and you felt your nipples harden as he looked at you. Did he know how wet you were? How desperate to cum?

Mr. Smith stood up and slowly came around the desk, perching on the edge next to you. “I couldn’t help but notice how distracted you’ve been all day.” There was no annoyance in his voice, no accusation, he merely stated a fact. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Smith, I-”

“Please,” he smiled, “Dean.” 

Your heart was racing, his smile was too incredible. “Dean. I have been a little off today, I know, but I promise, I’m-”

He held up a hand, begging for your patience. “I think I know what’s been on your mind all day,” he said, leaning close to whisper in your ear. “It’s been on mine too.” 

You sucked in a deep breath and his cologne hit you like a drug. It was heavy but sweet, spicy, and warm. It flowed through your system like wine and you bit your lip, trying not to moan. “And...what’s that?” you asked, trying to clear the desire from your head. 

“Sex.” 

You gasped. “Excuse me?” 

“Oh, come on,” he teased, breath fanning your cheek as he pulled back slowly. “I’ve been watching you all day. You’re practically begging for it. It’s seeping from your pores. I can smell how wet you are, how aroused��”

Swallowing hard, you dared yourself to meet his eye and not whimper. “This is extremely inappropriate.” 

Dean sat back all the way and held up his hands in surrender. His palms were so wide, his fingers so long and thick, the very idea of them inside of you made your head spin. “My apologies. I’ve misread the situation.” 

He went to stand, but something inside you took over. Grabbing his left hand, you pulled it to you and pressed it against your breast. 

“You didn’t misread anything,” you whispered. His fingers contracted over you, squeezing your tit gently. You moaned and he pounced, falling to his knees as he kissed you hard, his hot tongue slipping between your lips. He tasted of coffee and wintergreen and his hands were strong. You leaned into him, scooting to the edge of your chair, your legs spreading wide to accommodate his broad frame. 

“I knew it,” he growled, lips trailing down your throat, making you dizzy. “I saw you out there, staring at nothing, rocking in your seat… the way you kept sneaking away to the restroom all day… I knew it.” He sucked hard on your pulse and slipped his right hand between your thighs and up beneath your skirt, making you gasp. “Made me so hard I could barely keep working. Just been staring at you all day.” 

“Fuck...” Your chest was heaving. “Been so wet all day and I just…” His fingers teased at your pussy, rubbing hard against your soaked panties. “I can’t… I can’t cum.” 

Dean left your throat and sat back, grinning wildly at your confession. “I think I can help you out there,” he said, licking his plump lips. 

The arousal was overwhelming and you simply nodded, dazed by his touch and the gleam in his emerald eyes. “Please.” 

Two warm fingers hooked around the elastic of your panties and you lifted your hips, helping him pull them away. 

“Fuck, look at this beautiful cunt.” Dean sucked on his bottom lip as he stared, his mouth watering as you squirmed. 

“Please,” you begged, leaning back in the chair and pushing your hips towards him. “Please. I need it so bad.” You squirmed and he chuckled, amused by your neediness. 

“You do, huh?” His eyes fluttered up to yours; so beautiful, so devious.

You nodded quickly. “Please, Mr. Smith. Help me cum…”

A smile tickled the corner of his mouth and then he was gone, diving down between your thighs and lapping at the dripping arousal that coated your pussy lips. He hummed happily as your sweetness hit his tongue and buried his face deep between your folds. 

You clung to the chair, thankful for the upholstered arms, thanking God that you’d shut the door. His mouth felt like fire on your cunt; his tongue was so soft yet somehow rough at the same time. It felt like years since someone had tasted you properly, and your boss was making all the right moves, devouring you for lunch. 

His coiffed hair crunched a bit beneath your fingers as you reached down to grab him, to hold him still while you rolled your hips against his perfect face. He sucked hard on your clit and let you ride him while he snuck to manicured fingers deep inside your cunt. 

“Fuck!” The orgasm hit you like a truck, slamming into you before you could draw a preparatory breath. It rolled your eyes and curled your toes, forcing your body to clamp down on his hand as a fresh flood of juices ran down into your ass and all over his hand. “Fuck. Fuck...fuck.” 

“Oh, she’s got a nasty mouth on her,” Dean laughed, sitting back with a proud grin. He licked his lips clear of your sheen but kept his fingers slowly pumping inside of you. 

Dizzy and still desperate, you agreed, nodding at him with wide, empty eyes and a slack jaw. “Yeah, so nasty.” 

“Well, let’s give that nasty mouth something to do.” 

He stood quickly and opened his slacks, letting the fancy leather belt hang by his hips. He wore pale blue silk boxers and his cock pushed firmly against the seam, reaching for you all by itself. 

“Yes, Mr. Smith,” you teased, coming back to yourself long enough to scoot forward and take hold of his thick cock. 

He chewed his lip as you pressed your lips to the tip and then jerked his hips forward, forcing his cock down your throat. He was heavy on your tongue and you gagged around him, your mouth flooding with spit that dribbled down your chin when he pulled back out. 

“Oh, you’re fucking perfect,” he praised, reaching down to bundle your hair into one fist, keeping it out of your face. “We should have done this a long time ago.” 

You hummed around his shaft and hollowed your cheeks, wanting to taste as much of him as you could. The hand in your hair grew tighter and Dean rocked his hips into you, fucking your mouth with a quickening rhythm. 

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned. “Is that pussy as tight? I bet it is.” 

Pulling back, you let him go with a tight, wet, pop of your lips. “Tighter.” 

Dean growled and reached for you, his big hands stiff around your upper arms as he guided you upwards. He looked down at you with hunger in his eyes and spun with you, pushing you down onto his desk, your palms slapping hard against the mahogany top. 

You moaned pitifully as your breasts crushed against the desk and spread your legs for him as he stepped up close. “Yes, please.”

“Oh, I like that,” he teased, gripping his cock and rubbing the swollen head against your slit. “Beg for it.” 

“Please, Mr. Smith, please fuck me,” you whimpered. “Please, I need your cock so bad. Need to be fucked.”

He pushed inside with a grunt. “Yeah, you do, don’t you? The little office slut.” 

“Yes!” 

He filled you up perfectly, his thick cock swelling inside your cunt. 

“Please…”

It was quick and rough. He slapped your ass as he fucked you into the desk, bruising your belly as he slammed into you again and again. 

The big clock behind his desk ticked away the lunch hour and Dean used every last second to break you. Sounds of the office coming back to life permeated the seams of his door, but he paid them no mind, wrecking your cunt until you came again, pulsing hard on his cock. Breathless, you screamed into your forearm and bit down to keep quiet. 

“Fuck, that’s it. Keep nice and quiet for me. Don’t want everyone to know what a slut you are.” He slammed into you once more. “Or do we?”

“Please!” Your pussy was aching, beyond sensitive as he kept going, deeper and deeper until you could do nothing else but cling to the desk and try to breathe. �� 

Finally, Dean pulled out and slapped your ass. “Turn around.” He gripped his cock tight and you wobbled upwards, turning around to face him. “Down.” A hand on your shoulder urged you to your knees and you went willingly, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to receive his cum. “Such a good girl.” 

He pumped his fist until he came, spilling hot ropes onto your lips that you sucked down happily. Dean slumped over you, bracing himself with his hands on his desk as you licked him clean, swallowing every delicious drop. 

“Jesus Christ, you are amazing, you know that?” 

With a final smack of your lips, you crawled away and stood up, quickly readjusting your clothing. You were a mess, but it would have to do; hopefully, you could sneak into the restroom to clean up before anyone noticed. 

“Will that be all for now, Mr. Smith?” you asked, batting your eyes at him. 

He turned and grabbed your arm, pulling you close. “For now,” he whispered before stealing one last kiss. 

You were ten minutes late clocking back in, but it really, really was not your fault. 

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[deanwinchesterswitch]

Beka wrote me a story and ...I ...damn.

I was rambling about some things and wishing that Dean could save the day and, whelp ...It's beautiful and fitting and amazing!❤️❤️❤️

[jokeringcutio]

I’m the Only One - Arthur Harrow/Reader (unrequited?)

I’m the Only One – Melissa Song Inspired Fic for @impala-dreamer Challenge

Fandom: Moon Knight.

Pairing: Arthur Harrow x Another woman, Arthur Harrow x (afab?) Reader (unrequited?)

Rating: Mature.

Summary: Arthur Harrow wants something from you that he usually gets from another follower. You had claimed you would do anything to save his life, but you would not do that.

“No,” the words came resolutely, you didn’t need a moment’s thought. “I won’t do it.”

Standing up to leave the room, you felt how his hand was placed on yours, halting you in the motion. All around you, sounds of cutlery filled the room while the others continued eating. Like nothing out of the ordinary was happening here.

But there was.

His blue eyes looked up at you, watery, pleading. “Please,” was all he said, voice genuine and raspy with emotion. Was that longing you heard there? Or lust?

You had no doubt that Arthur Harrow was being honest. He had to be, for he was the one to seek you out and corner you during your lunch. He never had done that before. Shit, he never even had noticed. Or so you had thought.

You closed your eyes and heaved a deep sigh, forcing yourself to calm down. This was not happening. A little voice in the back of your mind taunted you that it was.

“You can’t ask this of me,” you said, but your heart was jumping painfully in your chest. The many nights you had lain in bed and fantasized that he would ask this of you, they were uncountable. You had longed for this, craved for his attention. And now that you had it, you refused him. You could hardly believe yourself, but accepting this offer he asked you to make – it was impossible.

With eyes still closed and breath still high up in your chest, you felt your hand clench under his. He did not let go, would not let you leave till you had yielded to his desire.

“I said I would do anything for you, Harrow,” and it was truer than he could possibly imagine. You had vouched to dedicate your life to his cause. You’d sworn to protect him from his enemies, to do all there was in your powers to prevent fate from happening to him. Leaders like him always ended up dead in the most horrific of ways. It was their fate. You would try and stop that. Jump into the way of an arrow, catch a bullet to your chest, walk through fire if you had to save him. “But this,” your eyes opened and you looked at his still innocently pleading expression. Like a man in pain, you thought sardonically. Perhaps he was. But this pain hardly counted in your mind. It was self-inflected. Chosen. “This I will not do. It is unfair to ask me.”

“Why?” his voice was calm, but there was a light rasp to it. You knew he wasn’t going to let go of you this easily. He was the most revered soul around here with everyone always obeying to his whims. He was not a man used to hear no.

Your shoulders dropped and you looked down at your hands on the table. His was still on top of yours, not hovering, but resting upon yours with a feather-light touch. He followed your gaze and something in his expression changed. A slight hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Don’t you have Melissa for this?” He did not even have the audacity to look ashamed at that. He merely looked up to lock eyes with you again.

“So I have,” he agreed. Not even beating around the bush.

You had seen the two of them, had known like everyone else who lived here that your abstaining and penancing cult leader was very much not abstaining from one certain activity. Ever since you had lain eyes on him, you’d been enchanted by his charm. His looks, the sound of his voice, his calm and caring demeanour, they had all drawn you in. And despite your mind telling you otherwise, your heart had surrendered to his charm.

And then you’d seen her. Like you, she was one of his many followers. But the big difference was that she was sometimes behind him. He would turn to her and talk to her. You had seen the both of them stand together and smile. He made her laugh. Touched her skin, brushed her hair from her eyes and bestowed her with his caresses.

It wasn’t made a secret that he called upon her whenever he fancied some stress-relief. And she always obliged, eager to please your leader. Other girls spoke of them in jealous whispers. What did she have that they didn’t? And you felt the same pang of jealousy in your heart whenever your leader Harrow would retire for the night, the woman tugged beneath his arm.

You wanted to be her. You had dreamt of being her.

But that was it. She was so very unlike you that it frightened you. Because if this was his type, you would never stand a chance.

So for him to come to you and ask the same he asked of her, it was impossible. Improbable. Undeniably cruel.

“Then go to her,” you said, voice broken despite wanting to sound resolute and strong. Go to her for your caresses and comfort, you thought, anger welling up inside of you. You enjoy her sweet embrace and the whispers that everything is going to be all right, you wanted to say. Go to her to hide from the demons that haunt you, wake up in her arms like the cruel man you are and think yourself a saint. But don’t taint me any further than you already have.

Perhaps you’d been deceived upon arriving here, lured into staying. But you had made your bed and you were determined to lay in it. But it would be on your own terms. You’d keep true to yourself, even if your heart was consumed by feelings for this demonic man who did not deserve it.

If it wasn’t love, it was surely just as strong. And despite having resolved to stop thinking of him, you had not been able to forget about the feelings you felt when around him. He was in your dreams, he dictated your world. You still wanted to have him, but the Arthur Harrow that you first met. The one who delivered sweet sermons and dried children's tears. The one who wasn’t the dangerous lunatic with a wish to bring back a goddess by all means necessary, even violence.

You knew him different now. A man who killed those very same children whose tears he had dried, when they were deemed unworthy. Who slept with other women. Who wasn't a stranger to murder.

“What if I would rather be with you?” he tilted his head as he asked this, as if he was curious what that question would do to you. And it did a lot. Your heart jumped again in your chest. A heat spread through your body, setting your core alight. You pressed your legs closer together, urging yourself not to let it show what his voice and gaze did to you.

“Is she ill or something?” You tried to pierce him with your gaze, pinning him to his chair with it. It did not quite work, because Arthur’s brow furrowed, as if the question wasn’t what he had expected of you as an answer.

“No,” he answered, voice dry. He licked his lips, his eyes drifting to yours for only a fleeting moment. But the hint was clear, he imagined kissing you there. Devouring you in a kiss. “I do not see why this should be of importance to answer my question?”

His thumb slowly started to rub past your skin. How badly you wanted to pull your hand back, away from his comforting touch. But you knew if you did that, he would take offence to it. And he was a man too mighty to trifle with.

So you swallowed your pride and looked at his eyes again instead. “You go to her,” you started, voice quiet but you knew he could hear. You did not want any of the others around to overhear your conversation, to hear you turn down your leader like this. “Whenever you have needs you seek her out.”

His voice was remarkably calm, like he needed to soothe you, when he spoke again. “And now I came to you.” Dread that smile of his. You had to grit your teeth together. Was this some kind of joke to him? To toy with your feelings and emotions like you were just a puppet? Did his people mean so little to him? Without them, he’d be no one.

“What do you seek this time, that you came to me?” Your eyes were piercing his, but this time you saw something in there. A flicker of emotion. Even if it were only there for a brief moment, easily missed. You had seen it. Was that affection? It could not be.

“Love,” Arthur’s reply came like a whisper. The touch of your hand weakened. His lips remained parted, as if still caught in the sigh of the word. Love. You were certain you held it for him. His true love, it was buried deep in your core. It covered your heart, smothered your soul, and it all belonged to him. And him alone. Love. You knew you were the only one to own the love he was searching for. That you were the only one to give him the love he craved, it was a cruel twist of fate. And you would be even crueller.

Now that the hold of his hand on yours had loosened, you quickly pulled it away, cradling your hand against your chest while you took a step away from him. “I cannot do this for you, Harrow.”

His eyes burned as he looked into yours. There was rage there, rage at being denied that which he longed for. But you decided to deny seeing it, to ignore it and stay true to yourself. “I am not willing to give you what you ask of me.”

If only he had asked you properly. If only he would show that he truly understood what kind of love it was that you carried within you – the love that drowned your soul. No, you would not be a cheap whore like the woman he slept with on a regular basis. In contrast to her, your love was not given away that easily. And even a man like Harrow would have to earn it.

Standing straight, you gave him a final glance to see him seething on his chair. But you walked past him before he had the chance to grab you or stop you again. You could hear the sliding of a chair, the tap of his cane, and the sound of broken glass in his step as rose from his chair and walked. The sounds drifting behind you. He was coming your way. Following.

But you would not let him win.

[the-gentle-giants-art]

Another impluse made playlist cover. This one being a for a playlist called Eternal planes & knightly souls. A playlist mostly based on songs by Tame Impala and DREAMERS.

Honestly a playlist I really like to sit and daydream to. Mostly about retro futuristic settings of sci-fi knights and the otherworldly adventures they go on, hence the name of the playlist :3

[mariekoukie6661]

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[minnies-advice]

What do I DO???

Ask for help. You have a ko-fi, put it out there. Explain your situation and ask for help.

[hintsofhoney]

Ladies With Experience

Paring(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: When Dean makes an off-handed comment about "preferring ladies with experience", you try (and fail) to not let it get under your skin. You're a virgin, but you've done just about everything else, and when you talk to Dean about it, he offers to be your first. He's your best friend, and you've been in love with him forever... who are you to deny him?

Tags: smut, first time, virgin!reader, dom/sub dynamics, dom!dean, p in v, oral (female receiving), spanking, fingering, not-so-innocent reader

Word Count: 5k

A/N: As always, thank you to my loves @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing. Would be nowhere without you two 🥰

You can also read me on Ao3!

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“Anyways, let’s say you’re right, fine. Who would want virgins?”

You know Sam didn’t mean it like that , and you felt stupid for letting it bother you. For letting this case bother you.

“You got me,” Dean replied with a shrug. “I prefer ladies with experience.” 

And there it was, like a punch straight to the gut. You hated that it hurt you as much as it did. So what, you’ve never had sex. But you’ve done almost everything else. You knew what you liked and what you didn't. You’ve been around the block a few times with the various sex toys in your nightstand drawer. It’s not like you weren’t experienced at all . But that didn’t make Dean’s words hurt any less. You swallowed down the burger and fries from lunch that were threatening to come up, before standing up from your seat at the small motel room table. 

The brothers looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“I — bathroom,” you managed, before quickly making your way there, slamming the door shut behind you. 

Staring at your reflection in the dirty bathroom mirror, you let the tears fall. Silently, you wiped them away as Dean’s words echoed in your head, and you hated that you loved him. Hated that you’d never be ballsy enough to admit it to him, especially now.

Something like five minutes passed and you knew you didn’t have long before one of the boys — likely Sam — would come knocking to check on you. You flushed the unused toilet so they wouldn’t suspect anything and turned on the faucet, splashing your tear-soaked face with cold water before using a hand towel to wipe it dry. When you emerged, the guys were packing up their duffels.

“Did you find them?” you asked, hopeful.

Dean checked his gun, before flipping the safety on and stuffing it in the back waistband of his jeans. 

“I sure as hell hope so, ‘cause if I’m about to crawl through the goddamn sewers for nothing —”

“They’re down there, Dean,” Sam replied, giving him a pointed look. He turned his attention to you, and if he had noticed anything off, he hadn’t let his face show it. “You coming?”

You grabbed your gun off the dresser and holstered it in reply.

Six hours later, the three of you were sweaty, panting, and splattered in blood after a close fight with dragons in the sewers. Thankfully, you hadn’t had to wade in any actual sewage. You hadn’t said a word to either brother since you had gone to the bathroom six hours ago, and to keep them from growing suspicious of your sudden silence, you opted to take a nap in the backseat of the Impala on the way back to the motel. 

You stirred awake as Dean pulled into the parking lot, barely conscious enough to catch the end of the brothers’ conversation.

“I’ll get her,” Dean said. 

Sam nodded and got out of the car, gently closing the passenger side door before heading inside. 

You rubbed your eyes, blinking away the sleep in them as Dean’s face came into focus. He was looking at you over his shoulder, one arm resting on the top of the front bench seat. 

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

It took a moment for the feeling you had been filled with prior to your nap to come back to you, his words from earlier echoing in your head. I prefer ladies with experience . You shot him a cold glare.

“Alright. What’d I do?” he asked, turning in his seat to better angle himself towards you. 

The question caught you off guard.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You haven’t said a word since we left for that hunt, Y/N.”

“How do you know Sam didn’t do something?”

He replied with a knowing look.

You stared at your hands, clasped together in your lap, and muttered, “It’s nothing. Stupid.”

“C’mon, talk to me,” he urged.

You hated this. How easy he was to talk to. How you had always been able to tell him what was on your mind.

But not this . You couldn’t tell him this. 

You shook your head. 

“Hey,” he said softly, shifting in his seat. He was fully turned around now, reaching out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at those green eyes. “Talk to me,” he repeated, no room for argument in his words.

“I can’t,” you whispered. You wanted to throw up. He was your best friend, and you were utterly, irrevocably, head-over-heels in love with him. He preferred girls with experience, and you had none. Not in the way that it mattered. And he had known that, thanks to a late-night stake-out game of Never Have I Ever . 

His jaw clenched. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

You briefly met his gaze. You couldn’t hold it for long. 

“Was it something I said?” he prodded. 

You stared at the buttons of his open flannel, your eyes quickly darting up to meet his in silent confirmation. 

He sighed, pulling his hand away from your face and folding his arms on top of the backseat, resting his chin on his forearm.

“Do I at least get a hint?”

“Dean, I —”

“C’mon, Y/N. You’ve never not told me anything.”

“Why are you pushing this?”

“Because I can’t stand not talking to you.”

Your heart leaped at that confession, however innocent it might have been. 

“I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”

“Because I’m making you. You would have silent treatmented me into next week.”

You didn’t respond.

He sighed again, defeated. “Y/N, c’mon. Please? Whatever I said, I’m sorry. I’m sure I didn’t mean it.”

“You didn’t mean that you ‘prefer girls with experience’?” you retorted quite sassily. The question tumbled out before you even had time to think of the implication that came with asking it. 

Dean opened and closed his mouth like a damn fish. 

“Thought so.” You began to move to make your way out of the car, when Dean reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“No,” he finally said. “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay if you do. I told you, it was a dumb thing to be upset about.”

“No, it’s not. I didn’t stop to think about how this case might have been affecting you. You know I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, right?” 

You swallowed, nodded. His hand felt like fire around your wrist.

“But for what it’s worth, I wasn’t serious. I don’t prefer anyone one way or the other. Sex is sex. If anyone’s willing to have it with me, I consider myself lucky.”

“Romantic,” you quipped.

A smile tugged at his lips. “I could show you, y’know.”

You almost threw up right there in the backseat. Your eyes grew wide.

“What?” you croaked.

“Well, if you’re worried about not having any experience… I just mean I’d be happy to, y’know. Show you the ropes.”

“… Of sex?” Really, you thought it was cute that he had this misconception of you. You knew about the ropes. You’d just never been tied up with them. 

“Of whatever you want.”

“You think I want to have sex with you?” It came out harsher than you meant it to, like part of you still thought you could hide the fact that you were in love with him. Like if you just joked it off it would go away, and you wouldn’t have to cross this line with him, even though you so badly wanted to. But you had to protect yourself, your heart. 

You didn’t miss the flash of hurt in his eyes.

“No, that’s not what I —”

You suddenly felt the need to clarify your question.

“No, I — I didn’t mean it like that either.”

Dean’s face morphed into one of confusion. “…So you do want to have sex with me?”

Your cheeks flushed red, and your throat bobbed. “Uh…”

“Forget it, stupid question, you don’t have to an—” 

“Yeah,” you answered, your voice barely above a whisper. Fuck it. Who were you to hold yourself back from the one thing you’ve been wanting for years? You cleared your throat. “Yeah, I really, really do.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Seriously?”

“Oh, cut the shit, Dean. Like you’re surprised. Everyone wants to have sex with you.”

He scoffed. “ Everyone , Y/N, really?”

“There are literally smutty fanfictions written about you,” you replied, reaching into your back pocket for your phone, dead set on proving your point. 

“Gross. And Becky doesn’t count as everyone.”

“Actually, Becky only writes for Sam.”

You realized what you said at the same time he did, and he eyed you suspiciously.

“Why do you know that?”

God dammit. “I don’t. I mean — I — like, she obviously loves Sam. So, like, she wouldn’t write porn about you. Obviously.”

“Uh huh…” There was an uncomfortable silence for a beat or three. And then, “How much smut have you read about me?”

Your face felt like it had just been rinsed with fucking lava, and you knew it probably looked as red as it, too. 

“None!” you exclaimed, way too quickly. 

Dean smirked. “You do really wanna have sex with me,” he remarked, like he couldn’t believe it.

“Trust me, the urge is fading by the second.”

His grin disappeared almost instantly. “Would it help if I told you that I think about fucking you all the time, too?”

“Well, I don’t think about it all the —”

“Y/N.” He said your name like a warning, and the tone of his voice settled right in your core. 

“Yeah,” you squeaked. “Yeah, that helps.”

“Good,” he smirked, before grabbing his phone from beside him. 

“Uh… What are you doing?” You watched as he scrolled for a second, pressing a button before putting the phone to his ear.

“Telling Sammy to beat it.”

Your eyes grew wide. “What!?” you whisper-yelled. “No! Just — we can just do it back here!”

He gave you a pointed look. “I’m not taking your virginity in the backseat of my car, Y/N.”

“Why not!?”

“Because we’re not sixteen, for one. And for two… I wanna make it special.” He rushed the last bit out, like he was embarrassed to say it. And he should be. You cringed as you heard it. 

“Oh my God,” you began.

“Shut up.”

“You did not just say that.”

“Shut up. Sam, answer your phone, God dammit!”

“I have done, like, almost everything else, you know. In the backseats of many, many cars. You don’t need to make it special for me, Deano,” you teased. 

“For the last time, shut your mouth, or I’m gonna shut it for you,” he said, the look he gave letting you know he wasn’t in the mood to play. No, he wanted to fuck you. Beyond that, he wanted to dominate you. And you were more than happy to submit.

You might have been a virgin physically, but mentally? Mentally, you’d probably give Dean a run for his money. 

Sam didn’t answer. Naturally. He was probably in the shower, but you were kind of grateful because as much as you wanted Dean, you didn’t want to make Sam uncomfortable. Or worse, give him any reason to give you the talk . Because he totally would. After trying his brother two more times, Dean decided it would be better to just get a room of your own, and you were much happier with that decision. 

You watched as he unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping aside, gesturing for you to go ahead. 

“Ladies first.”

“You mean you’re not gonna carry me over the threshold?” you joked. “Thought you wanted to make this special .”

He gave you an unamused look, and you shot back a sarcastic closed-mouth smile before you were being swept off of your feet and over his shoulder faster than you could process.

“Dean!” you squealed, as he carried you through the doorway, kicking the door shut behind him before practically throwing you onto the bed.

He was hovering over you seconds later, his face a few inches from yours, and the mood shifted from playful to serious.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

You nodded, your fingers coming up to play with the collar of his flannel.

“If I tell you something, you promise you won’t make fun of me?” you questioned, your eyes glued to the plaid pattern on his shirt.

“Promise.”

“I was kinda… holding out for you.” You drew your eyes up to meet his.

“Seriously?” he asked, half laughing. You could tell it wasn’t because he thought it was funny. It was because he couldn’t believe it.

You swallowed nervously, nodding again as you stared into those green eyes, and you hoped that this meant as much to him as it did to you. Something told you it did.

“I wasn’t kidding, you know,” he said.

You tilted your head in question.

“About making it special for you. I know it’s like, the grossest thing I could have possibly said but, you deserve so much better than me, and so if —”

“There’s no one better for me, you idiot.” And you almost told him everything. That you’ve been in love with him ever since you met one summer at Bobby’s, back when you were just kids. That everything felt like it led up to this moment. That you wanted him to fuck you and make love to you all at once. That you didn’t want this to be the only time he did. But instead, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him towards you, your lips meeting in a kiss that felt like it could have powered an entire country’s electric grid. 

He deepened it, and the two of you were nothing but tongues and teeth and lips — it wasn’t sexy. It was hungry. Starved, more like. Like he had been thinking about kissing you just as long as you had been thinking about him. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his hips down towards your denim-covered core, down until you felt the hardness underneath his jeans pressed up against the spot where you needed him most, down until you couldn’t help but grind against it. He moaned as he kissed you, so you did it again. And again. And again. And —

“You need to stop that.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command. You noticed that your arms were above your head, his hands pinning your wrists against the mattress. You don’t know when that happened, but you weren’t complaining. In fact, it spurred you on. 

You smiled mischievously and rutted against him once more. 

“What’re you gonna do about it, Winchester?”

He dropped his forehead to yours, steadying his breaths.

“I can fuck you like it’s your first time, or I can fuck you how I actually want to.”

“And how’s that?”

He took a shaky breath, like he was actually having a hard time controlling himself. You felt a sense of pride shoot through you at that.

“Like the fucking brat you are.”

You almost came from that alone. 

Wanna know some common misconceptions about virgins? That they don’t have kinks. That they don’t watch porn. That they don’t have a plethora of sex toys  in their nightstand. That they sit and crochet in their convent dorm room all day. Sure, you were years past the age when girls typically lose their virginity, but you were no saint. In fact, you enjoyed being quite the opposite. And you enjoyed being put in your place. 

“Do your worst.”

It was like something in him snapped. His eyes were lust-blown and hungry and you didn’t miss the way his jaw ticked, and then he was undressing you so fast that you could’ve been part of a quick change act. He muttered something about a light system as he took off your clothes, and you nodded in a way that let him know that you already knew how all of that worked. 

When you were down to just a black lace bra and panties, he paused as his fingers hooked under your waistband. He stared at you, his expression serious, and you knew that he was going to give you one more warning. One more opportunity to say, “Actually, I’d like to have a totally normal, non-kinky, first time experience, please.” But that wasn’t what you wanted. 

“You sure you know what you’re asking for?”

You rolled your eyes. “I trust you. Put me in my goddamn place, Winchester. You’ve only been wanting to do it for the past two hours.”

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to do it for a lot longer than that, sweetheart.”

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, huffing a small laugh before pulling off your panties in one swift motion. His hands came to rest on your bare thighs as he locked his eyes with yours. “Any hard limits?”

You shook your head. “I trust you. I mean, like, don’t pee on me or —”

“Not gonna happen. But… most everything else?”

“Dean,” you began, looking at him pointedly, “I trust you. If it helps, I’ve used like, toys on myself before. And I don’t mean just a vibrator, I mean like… well, you get the gist.”

“So I don’t have to go easy on you, is what you’re saying?”

“Put me in my place,” you repeated.

“Alright,” he replied, his hands gripping the underside of your thighs as he roughly pushed them apart, “but just so we’re clear, that’s the last order you’ll be giving tonight.”

Your throat bobbed and you nodded. “Yes, Sir.” 

You meant it as a joke, but it didn’t come out that way. No, the title came out in a way that made his jaw clench and his eyes darken and it stoked the fire raging in your core. 

Dean didn’t waste any more time talking after that, his tongue moving through your folds seconds later, drawing gasps and soft moans from your lips. You arched into him, your hands in his hair, silently begging for more. It wasn’t the first time a man had gone down on you, but it was the first time it felt like this . 

He pinned your hips down to the bed with one hand splayed over your abdomen and then his tongue was inside you and “eating you out” didn’t come close to describing his ministrations. He was devouring you like his life depended on it, like the sounds you were making were a goddamn Zeppelin song that he wasn’t anywhere near done listening to. And then he added a finger, and then another, and it didn’t matter how many times you had imagined him doing this while you had your own fingers inside you — nothing would have prepared you for how good the real thing felt.

“Oh — fuck,” you gasped, and he chuckled into your sex and you had to actively think about not coming on his face and ending this whole experience early. 

“You’re close,” he observed, flicking his tongue over your clit as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, and it was so fucking hot how he just knew that. It was like he had been fucking you for years, the way he knew your body, your tells.

You nodded. “Mmhm,” you confirmed, unable to form words with the way the coil in your abdomen was tightening. 

“Hold it,” he ordered.

Your eyes shot open, because it wasn’t the command you were expecting, and you tried to lift your head to shoot him a cold glare but you couldn’t. And he just kept pumping, flicking, licking, chuckling — fucking asshole.

“Mm — fuck — please!” you cried out.

“When you come tonight, it’s gonna be on my cock. So hold it.”

You didn’t think you could. You had played this game with yourself and your vibrator and your self-control was majorly lacking and God his mouth and fingers felt so fucking good and you were there, the coil wound so goddamn tight, it would take nothing for you to let it snap, and then — 

He stopped.

He pulled his mouth away from your core, his fingers out of your pussy, and you were writhing underneath him, because you had been right there and you needed him to be touching you again right the fuck now.

You whined.

He spanked your pussy. Not hard or anything, just enough to see if it was okay with you, and fuck, was it. 

“Stop whining,” he demanded. He positioned himself so he was hovering over you again, his face inches away from yours as he stared into your eyes. “Or I’ll give you something to whine about.”

You were curious as to what that something would be, but sensed that right now wouldn’t be the best time for that question. You nodded instead.

“Good girl.” He smiled when he said it, like he knew exactly what those two words would do to you. 

You squirmed underneath him, it had been too long since he’d last touched you. Too long being thirty seconds at most, but still. It had felt like hours.

“Has anyone ever told you,” he began, dipping his head to place a soft kiss on your collarbone, “that you are very,” another kiss to the other side, “very,” one more to the middle of your chest, “impatient?” He slowly pulled down the left cup of your bra, your breast spilling out of it. “Makes me wanna take my time.” 

His eyes stayed glued to yours as his head moved down to your hardened nipple, taking it into his mouth at a goddamn snail’s pace. You arched your back, and he let you this time, chuckling at how easy it was to make your body react. His other hand slipped underneath you, unclasping your bra in a way that reminded you that he had a lot of experience doing so, and you refused to water the seed of jealousy that had sprouted from the thought. It didn’t matter that he had done this a million times. All that mattered was that he was doing it now, with you. 

He pulled your bra off and threw it haphazardly over his shoulder, and you were suddenly very aware of the fact that you were completely naked, and he still had 87 fucking layers on, the outermost of which was still speckled with dragon blood, and it’s not that you were anywhere near clean, but you certainly didn’t want those clothes touching your bare skin.

“Dean?” you rasped, and he pulled away from your nipple to give you his full attention.

“You okay, sweetheart? Do you want to st—”

“No! God, no. It’s just —” you sighed, exasperated. This was dumb. You were going to stop him for this? Your eyes landed on a spot of blood on the shoulder of his flannel. Yes, yes you were, because that’s gross. “It’s just that your clothes are covered in monster blood and I’m like, totally naked, and I don’t want —”

He chuckled like you were the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. “I gotchya, baby.”

Baby. Baby ? You tried not to overthink the pet name as he climbed off the bed to take his clothes off, watching you the entire time. Sweetheart, you’d been called a million times. He called everyone sweetheart. But baby? Baby was his car, and no one else. Unless, that’s what you were to him now. His, and no one else’s. You filed the thought away under “Things to Think About After You Lost Your Virginity to Dean Winchester”.

He was in nothing but his boxers now, his cock already hard underneath them, and you bit your lip as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slid them off. And then, there he was, exactly like you’d imagined him but also better, because this was real and happening. You gaped at him, at his size. He wasn’t any bigger than the fake one you had in your nightstand, but that one was nine inches and you could never fit it all the way in. He was perfect. All of him. 

“You okay?” he asked again, crawling back onto the bed.

“Mhm,” you managed, gulping.

He was on top of you again, his forearm holding up his weight as his free hand came to grab your thigh, hooking it over his hip and leaning down to kiss you. You could feel him against your core, his cock moving between your folds as he moved his hips, teasing you with it. 

“Dean,” you breathed.

“Hm?”

“I want…” you couldn’t find it in yourself to finish your request.

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered.

You decided you liked “baby” better. 

“Please.”

“I thought you wanted me to put you in your place?”

You shook your head. “N-next time. Just, please .”

His eyebrows shot up, and you realized what you had said. 

“Next time, huh?” he asked, with that shit-eating grin of his. 

You rolled your eyes. He stopped moving, the smile wiped off his lips as he gripped you underneath your chin, somewhere between rough and gentle, the look on his face telling you he wasn’t messing around. 

“Roll your eyes at me again, and next time I’ll really do my worst.”

You bit back a smile, and you just knew he was thinking, Brat. But you asked your question anyway.

“But not this time?” There was a devilish gleam in your eyes. You were tempting him, and he knew it.

“Do you ever get tired of being such a brat?” 

“Dunno,” you shrugged. “Do you ever get tired of it?” 

His jaw tensed, and he forced a sardonic, closed-lip smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Hm. But not this time, right?”

“Y/N —” he warned.

“Afraid you’re gonna hurt me? Scare me? What’s really keeping you from putting me in my place… Sir?”

For the second time that night, something in him snapped. You yelped as he flipped you over and grabbed your hips, dragging them upwards so your ass was in the air and your chest was on the mattress. Four hits to your cheeks came down in quick succession, and when you reached your hand behind you to block them, it was quickly pinned to the small of your back. Three more hits followed, accompanied by a pathetic, “Ow!” from your lips.

“Color?” he questioned roughly.

“So fucking green,” you replied, dazed.

Seven more hits followed, each one harder than the last, and you didn’t think there was anything better than the sting you were feeling right now. There was nothing more you wanted than for him to mark you up like this.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he commented. Five more hits. 

“Oh, fuck!” you cried out at the last hit, one that felt like it reverberated through your entire body. One that definitely left a handprint behind. 

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question. He spanked you four more times. “You just wanted me to mark you up, is that it? Think of me every time you sit down for the next few days, hm?” Three more. 

“Mmph!” Your cries were muffled by the comforter. 

“Yeah, I can tell. Look at this fucking mess.” He dragged his fingers through your soaked folds. “Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath, and then he was flipping you back over. He nestled himself between your legs, his tip teasing your entrance. His expression softened as he stared into your eyes. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied breathily. 

He slid into you slow and easy, your mouth open in a silent moan as he bottomed out. 

“Good?” he asked.

“So fucking good.”

When he started to move, you thought you were going to die. In a good way. In a way that made you decide right there and then that when the time did come, this was how you wanted to go out. 

“Harder,” you encouraged, and he obliged. “Faster.”

He was properly fucking you now. Hard and fast and dirty. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, forcing him to go deeper. His head was buried in your neck, your nails were clawing up his back, and the room was filled with moans and pants and expletives that put a sailor’s mouth to shame. 

“Shit, baby,” he panted into your neck. “God damn, you feel good. So fucking tight.” He sped up his thrusts, and the bed was squeaking so much that you thought it was going to fall apart underneath you, but you were too far gone to care. He reached a hand down in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, circling it expertly. You were on the precipice of your release in seconds. And then —

“Come. Soak that fucking cock, baby. Come for me.”

And you screamed loud enough to get both you and him kicked out of the motel if they cared enough as your orgasm ripped through you. He fucked you through it, his pace only faltering moments later, right before he pulled out and painted your stomach white. It looked like a Jackson Pollock on your abdomen. Kinda hot, actually. 

“You okay?” Dean asked, looking down at you as he finally caught his breath.

“More than,” you smiled.

He mirrored the look on your face before crawling off the bed and heading to the bathroom. He came back moments later with a damp washcloth, gently cleaning his masterpiece off of your skin. When he was done, he threw it across the room, aiming for the bathroom, and it landed on the tile in front of the toilet. He laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest as he pressed a soft kiss into your hair, and you wanted to ask so many questions, all at once. What were you two now? How long had he been wanting this? Would there be a next time? Instead, you opted for —

“You know in fanfictions, they write you as a submissive most of the time.”

He snorted. “They’re half right.”

“A switch?” you asked, surprised. “Lucky me.”

He chuckled softly. “Sorry about your ass.”

You shrugged. “I was asking for it.”

“Oh, you were definitely asking for it. Still, I… I dunno. It was your first time, I didn’t want to get too —”

“It was perfect, Dean.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, smiling, dozing off already. “Yeah.”

[zepskies]

More of This

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: Welcoming Russell home, where he belongs.  

AN: Here it is - bonus drabble time!~ This can be a stand-alone, but it’s really a snippet missing from Lost Time in the Every Second Counts-verse. Using the GIF above from 2x02 specifically for the hair flip. It did things to me... 😮‍💨 (But there are NO spoilers for 2x02).

Shoutout to @impala-dreamer who helped inspire this in our @jacklesversebingo chat. 😂

Word Count: 900

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Smut and feels, small tinge of angst. Russell's hair. Tattoos. Everything really.

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“Welcome home,” you whispered into his mouth.

All Russell could offer was a breathless sound, caught somewhere between an agreement and a groan of pleasure. He was being treated to a feast of the eyes as you rode him slow in the comfort and safety of your bed.

Your lips didn’t quite manage to connect with his in a kiss, with heavy breaths in between and a deliberate roll of your hips against his. He’d been letting you control the pace of him sheathing home with your every drawn-out thrust.

He was enjoying the show—your hair wild, your pupils blown wide with arousal, being able to palm at your breasts and tease your hardened nipples, kissing your flushed, dewy skin.

But you could feel him getting desperate. His hands moved down your body over soft curves, just for his fingers to squeeze into the flesh of your hips and ass, trying to ground himself in you. His eyes shut and his head fell back into the pillow. You bent down and fastened your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking hard there. He slid a hand up your back and buried it in your hair.

“Takin’ me so well, baby,” he said, his voice deep and rough, and a bit strained. “But you’re torturing me a little bit.”

You giggled breathlessly into his neck. Your tone was playful and coy when you replied, “What do you mean?”

You made a show of raising your hips, letting his hard length slide out of your wet heat all the way to the tip, before you slowly sunk back down. You shifted your hips along the way, until the thick head of him was nestled deep and pressing against your cervix. You both panted for breath. Even your arms were shaking while holding yourself above him.

“Yeah, think you’re trying to kill me,” Russell uttered. “Suppose there’s worse ways to go…”

“Fuck,” you muttered, releasing into a moan. The languid drag of his cock against your inner walls was good, but nowhere near enough at this point.

Maybe you were done teasing him, as well as yourself. Maybe you were done punishing him for taking one contract job after another, taking so long to get back, and making you worry about him and his safety. Your lips made their way back to his cheek, laying a sweeter kiss there.

“Okay.” You smiled against his skin. “How about you fuck me like it’s been three months, not three weeks. I wanna feel you come hot inside me—”

Russell wouldn’t even wait for you to finish the dirty whispers already setting his blood alight. His tattooed arm wrapped around your back and pulled you flush against his chest. He manhandled you seemingly without much effort, twisting you onto your back and having you laid out underneath him.

You let out a huff as your back met the mattress and made the springs squeak. Your head barely made it onto the pillow where his head had been, but your boyfriend wasted little time in grabbing your thighs and angling you just right, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. (You didn’t need any encouragement.) He took you hard and deep, making sure he hit that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.

You gasped and clung to his broad shoulders.

“Right there, sweetheart?” he said near your ear. His voice was rich and gravel. A shiver ran through your body, goaded along with every other sensation he was drawing out of you. You couldn’t even speak. Just a nod and a broken, desperate whimper. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip.

You were holding on for the rest of the ride. If nothing else, Russell had precision, and he was a master of his craft. And that was whatever he set his mind to.

His hand slipped between your bodies for a moment, his fingers searching, and finding, then massaging your swollen clit between thrusts. You cried out in his ear and damn near choked on your own breath, your nails biting into his shoulders. It didn’t take much longer for that tightening coil in your core to finally snap, your inner walls throbbing around his cock.

A curse and a ragged groan fell from his lips as his body locked up on him as well. You felt his body stiffen and the warmth of his release deep inside you. The sensation elicited another shiver down your spine.

You were on birth control, but it still made you feel a bit wild sometimes, whenever he came inside you. You relaxed underneath him with your knees bent, your thighs a soft cradle for his hips.

Russell kept himself upright with his forearms resting on either side of your head. His long hair had slid forward, the brown silky strands tickling your forehead as his panting breaths mingled with yours.

You attempted to brush some of his hair back behind his ears, but it fell forward again, tickling your nose. Russell allowed it on purpose, making you laugh lightly. He grinned in response, but he lowered further to capture your lips in a kiss. He didn’t mind this one being nice and slow.

Even when he parted from you, you still craved more of him. More of this.

You slipped a hand over his bearded cheek, an affectionate caress. A softer smile drew across his lips. He rested his forehead against yours, and he chuckled a little.

“It’s damn good to be home.”

AN: 🫣 Lol hope you enjoyed this one! ❤️‍🔥

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Sept 2024 Fic Recs

Here's the list of all the recs I've gotten so far!

Soldier Boy x Supe!reader:

You Call It Maddness, I Call it Love - @lamentationsofalonelypotato

Take A Chance On Me - @lamentationsofalonelypotato

Lost On You - @zepskies

Soldier Boy x reader

A Well Made Mistake - @thoughtslikeaminefield - Soldier Boy x female reader

Old Habits - @wayward-and-worn - Soldier Boy / Female Reader

His Only Exception - @lila-lou

No Love Lost - @godmadeaterribleerror

Soldier Boy x reader Masterlist - @syrma-sensei

Frequency - @previousloversandmuses

Soldier Boy Masterlist - @wayward-dreamer

Soldier Boy Masterlist - @deanbrainrotwritings

Russell Shaw x OC:

Waiting for the Real Thing - @rizlowwritessortof

Russell Shaw x reader:

Off Limits - @thebiggerbear

Don't Mention It - @impala-dreamer - Russell Shaw x GN!Reader

Spicy Things - @homicidal-slvt

Colter Shaw x reader

Off Limits - @marvelwitchergilmore

Endverse!Dean x Reader:

The Dangers of Hope - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Nothing Left to Say - @kittenofdoomage

On the Outside - @justagirlinafandomworld

The Fear That Remains - @stusbunker

Whumpy Dean x Reader:

If The Bunker Had Windows - @katehuntington

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Rec list under Read More:

Hush Hush Behind the Shield by @syrma-sensei - being america's greatest hero's wife has its perks, but they don't come for free…

Home by @syrma-sensei - ben's discovering new life affairs while expecting his first baby.

I like that name... by @jawritter

Rugrats, Pool, and Grilling Techniques by @syrma-sensei - soldier boy is surprisingly an amazing family man.

Frequency by @previousloversandmuses

Hot Under The Helmet by @syrma-sensei - fucking his wife is the best way to ease his mind.

Different World, Different Words by @syrma-sensei - ben's trying to fit in this fucked-up, new world.

Bad Mouth by @syrma-sensei - ben wants to netflix and chill with you but on his way.

I'll Be Home For You After Christmas by @mishapocalypse - A phone call you never expected to receive leaves you broken. However, some things can be done better a second time.

Far From Innocent by @wayward-dreamer - Y/N's life is quite simple. She's engaged to be married in a few months, she has the easiest job at Vought American, and she stays out of the drama or away from rumors she's heard around the office. An encounter with Soldier Boy, Vought's most respected hero, quickly changes all of that and she soon realizes that there's more to life than what she's settled for. (Set in the 50s)

Feral Cry by @holylulusworld - He wants only you...

Feral Love by @holylulusworld - He wants only you…

@lilacliquors - how solider Boy falls in love with a reader and confesses his love to her

French Mistakes and the Like // I Notice All Too Well by @mishapocalypse - The relationship that you have with Frenchie isn’t perfect-everyone can tell. When Soldier Boy takes an interest in you-the others can definitely notice all too well.

Aftermath by @deanbrainrotwritings - she’s human and ben wants to push her limits, fuck anyone else who got in the way of his mission.

Jump On Into the Fire by @deanbrainrotwritings - ben liked her more than he thought he did, more than he’d ever admit to her or himself.

All I Wanna Do by @deanbrainrotwritings - aka. part 2 of jump on into the fire. in which she finally makes a decision about ben’s previous offer to start a family together.

G.B.A. by @impala-dreamer - Spend the 4th with America’s first and greatest superhero

After The Ticker Tape Parades by @wayward-dreamer - Soldier Boy returns home for war to several celebrations.

Enrapture by @wayward-dreamer - Y/N is a P.A on the Solid Gold music program, and is excited for Soldier Boy’s appearance. She hopes to catch his attention for a few seconds, but doesn’t expect him to take such an interest in her.

Two Ways To Love Him by @wayward-dreamer - There were certain things about the supe she didn’t want to accept, they were surprisingly two things love about him.

New Blood by @wayward-dreamer - The executives at Vought American are enamoured by the new supe at the annual shareholders party, hoping to make her a new addition to Payback. Soldier Boy isn’t pleased with the idea, as he’s the only one who gets to decide who joins his team. He tells her this fact, and braces himself for a fight, but gets something much better out of their encounter.

Father Material by @wayward-dreamer - Curiosity from the public and media has Ben expressing his dream to be a father. Y/N wants to make his dream a reality.

Pillow Talk by @wayward-dreamer - After a stressful meeting lead by Stan Edgar, Y/N looks forward to her other weekly meeting that is far more enjoyable.

Distractions by @that-sarcastic-writer - You're Soldier Boy's assistant and you're trying to prepare things for an upcoming premiere, but he has other plans. And he really wants your attention.

Oh Baby by @junobarnes - You let it slip that you want a baby and Soldier Boy just can't resist.

Not Exactly Babysitting by @magicalqueennightmare

Bad Dream by @eclecticqueennerd

New Years Eve by @fandom-chic - Corporate parties are usually the worst. However, when you meet Solider Boy, the night takes an exciting turn.

Happy Little Family by @fandom-chic - When Vought asks the unthinkable, you are forced to play house with certified psychopath Soldier Boy. Your life (and dignity) may be at stake, but something about him draws you in.

The Time We Lost by @fandom-chic - 40 years have passed since you saw Soldier Boy. Yet here he was at your door. With so many things having changed, will you two be able to withstand the modern world?

breeding kink by @lilacliquors

Sorry... Not Sorry by @deangirlsstuff67 - You work with the boys to fulfill Butchers mission. Your family, like MM's, were killed by Soldier Boy. The only difference, you aren't mad about it. Your family was terrible and you constantly suffered at their hands. When you all find Soldier Boy, you offer to be his babysitter, only your attraction for the older supe might be too strong to fight.

What's Your Pleasure? by @venus-haze - Joining Vought’s newly announced superhero team Payback could be the big break you’re looking for. When it comes down to you and Crimson Countess for the last spot on the team, you’re shocked to hear Soldier Boy will be conducting your final interview. You shouldn’t be shocked at what it involves.

One More Time by @barbedbetty - Soldier Boy sneaks out of the Legends house to see an old friend.

Dirty Boy by @deangirlsstuff67 - Y/N is trying hard not to let on that's she's in pain due to her period coming yesterday. Crippling cramps take over her body when she's left to baby sit Soldier boy and he notices.

i love you by @blurblurdeactivated

Love To Hate You by @deanwanddamons - Y/N and Soldier Boy hate each other, but can’t resist one another when they meet again after many years apart.

uniform sex by @lilacliquors

Fangirl Crush by @targaryenvampireslayer - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫.

She's Out To Please, She Pouts Her Best by @venus-haze - Soldier Boy’s been pulled from the European Theater to sell war bonds to the American people, the goodwill tour dotted by big cities and small towns alike. In the meantime, he gets familiar with the variety of women in dazzling costumes that accompany his speeches with carefully choreographed dances. You’re, without a doubt, his favorite of them all.

Watch Honey Drip, Can't Keep Away by @venus-haze - America’s golden son can’t keep his eyes off of you, almost like he wants to devour you whole…or something like that.

The Triplets by @welldonebeca - Lizzie moves in with her favourite honorary Uncle, Beau, to find work in a big city, and starts sharing a house with him and his other two twins brothers. The triplets - Dean, Ben and Beau - couldn’t be more different and more similar at the same time. One thing they all share? Well, they all want to fuck her, of course.

Come Marching Home by @mishapocalyse - Soldier Boy gets a call from his best girl, you. However, instead of the happy, giggling sweetheart he’s used to loving. It is a side that you hate. He’s marching home, your–Soldier Boy.

Three in a Row and You Can Get The Girl by @mishapocalyse - You wanted that giant teddy bear and you were not going to leave the fairground until it was yours. It really helped when America’s masked crusader comes to your aid.

Imagine being scared of Soldier boy by @deanoheartspie

Imagine Talking shit with Soldier boy by @deanoheartspie

Sit by @negans-lucille-tblr - Y/N finds herself in trouble when she doesn’t listen to her boyfriend’s instructions.

All In The Family// I Will Never Stop With You by @mishapocalyse - Soldier Boy loves a good family, yet never had the time to start one. However, when he meets you–that all changes–for better or for worse.

Modern Lady by @deangirlsstuff67 - Soldier Boy learns just how much women have changed…

Soldier Boy x Dom!Reader by @lilacliquors

Soldier Boy Has A Daughter by @lilacliquors

Soldier Boy x Reader, 18+ by @lilacliquors

Alpha!Soldier Boy x Omega!Reader by @luci-in-trenchcoats

herogasm ~soldier boy;the boys by @storiesforallfandoms - in which she’s trying to leave the supe orgy, just to stumble into the room of the man who started it

Imagine Soldier Boy making sure you know there’s no way out for you by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Guess Who's On The Menu by @jawritter

Dirty Boy by @deangirlsstuff67 - Y/N is trying hard not to let on that's she's in pain due to her period coming yesterday. Crippling cramps take over her body when she's left to baby sit Soldier boy and he notices.

Gods & Monsters by @devilmademewriteit - delivering coffees to Vought’s crisis management team brings you face to face with Soldier Boy—who has a different job in mind for you.

For Whom the Bell Tolls by @minefield-of-a-ninja - In the books, Soldier Boy calls out the names of US states when he fights. What if live-action Soldier Boy made his sex partners list all 50 states and the federal district in alphabetical order before he lets them come, and if they slip up or pause for too long or say anything other than the name of a state in the correct order, he withholds and makes them start over?

Starlit Serenade by @myouiminn

Centerfold by @rizlowwritessortof - It’s 1973, and you are the assistant to the most famous photographer in the U.S., who just happens to be doing the photoshoot for Playgirl Magazine’s first-ever centerfold. Who better to start things off with a bang than America’s favorite superhero?

One More Time by @barbedbetty - Soldier Boy sneaks out of the Legends house to see an old friend.

Somewhere In Your Heart by @syrma-sensei - soldier boy lives through the ennui of his peak, but everything is about to change when he has a shift in his heart.

Possessive by @kaleldobrev - Ben is highly against when other men hit on you

Side Effects of Soldier Boy by @tom-whore-dleston - Soldier Boy tries to keep you quiet during sex.

Let’s Dance by @impala-dreamer - there's one thing she knows, it's that she fucking hates Soldier Boy. If there's one thing he knows, it's that he can change her mind.

The Bet by @quin-ns - butcher leaves you to keep an eye on soldier boy and things become interesting when a deck of cards gets involved

Open Wounds by @negans-lucille-tblr - Soldier Boy sets his eyes on a new project – one that takes an interesting turn.

No, no don’t look at me with those eyes by @deanoheartspie

Like Hell by @holylulusworld - You don’t like your mate. Not at all…

Flashbacks by @sams-red-flannel - where reader comforts soldier boy during fireworks

The Fun Kind of Sparring by @so-much-for-the-seashells

Sing a song for me. by @em-ontv - Anon: I have an idea for a FMC who's a supe but her powers are "sirens song" her powers basically can control someone but in a different way depending on what melody she sings… she works at a hospital and helps people… Vought finds out about her and they take her… The boys hear about her after they get soldier boy out and they use him to help get her by him using his powers…

You Call It Madness But I Call It Love by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy.

Take A Chance On Me by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - When you decided to work with Butcher and his merry band of supe hunters to take down Homelander, you never expected to be saddled with a sullen, grumpy, jerk like Soldier Boy when the job was done. The more you’re around him the more you hate him, but you can’t help but wonder, is he really as big a jerk as you think? Reader is a supe with plant powers.

His Exception by @lila-lou - 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Two Hearts, One Home by @mind-empty-just-fictional-people - ben hears something when he holds you close

Hero Worship by @rizlowwritessortof - From the moment you met Soldier Boy, you knew the obsession would become your life.

Knew Better by @pennywise-fucker - Prompt “He’s dead.” with Soldier Boy

Rusty Cage by @minefield-of-a-ninja - Soldier Boy introspective based on the song Rusty Cage, written by Chris Cornell.

B.C.L. Red by @minefield-of-a-ninja

A Well-Made Mistake by @minefield-of-a-ninja - Being with Soldier Boy is like watching a slasher flick or riding a roller-coaster — except you’re actually in the movie, and there are no guard rails.

Territorial Pissing by @minefield-of-a-ninja - My decades’ long crush on Soldier Boy was squashed when my career as a journalist taught me the real Soldier Boy story. Now, my career brings me full-circle.

Libertine by @minefield-of-a-ninja - He’s been alive for more than a hundred years. After everything he’s seen and done, what he really wants is to dream.

Service On the Homefront by @minefield-of-a-ninja - What about the people who don’t really care much for supes?

I'm A Ruin by @anundyingfidelity - After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

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Here is an extra warning: 🌊SPLASH ZONE 🌊

Prey For Me

A Story From The Boys Universe

~Nothing's worse than being chased through the woods by an all powerful supe... except, maybe, getting caught... ~

Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader

1207 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Cat and Mouse Play, Biting, Breeding, Beautiful. It's porn...

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The forest was endless and the light was starting to fade. The sky above the canopy was ebbing to indigo, flooding the woods with the golden glow of sunset.

Dead leaves crunched beneath your shoes; damp moss slid through the treads, threatening to pull you down. Branches tore at your arms, thorns scraped at your exposed flesh; the trees were relentless, but so was he.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!”

Soldier Boy’s deep voice echoed through the woods, bouncing off of the landscape and vibrating through your chest.

He was after you.

He was pissed.

You were in trouble.

A scream bubbled in your throat but you bit it back, denying him the pleasure of knowing you were terrified.

“Come on, Y/N,” he sang, whistling casually with every other step. “You can’t keep running forever…”

Shaking, you clung to a tree for a brief moment, desperate for a deep breath. “I can try!” you yelled back, instantly cringing when his footsteps silenced.

He was listening, pinpointing, focusing on your location.

“Ain’t no place you can hide.”

His voice was clearer suddenly, closer, as if he’d turned toward you. Panting, you peered through the trees, squinting in the dusky light, but it was useless. His suit was as green as the leaves, his eyes even more so. The forest was the perfect camouflage, the perfect place to track you down and end it all.

“I will find you.”

Rotting wood crackled beneath his boots as he advanced.

“And when I do…”

Trembling, you pushed away from the tree and took off, arms pumping, chest aching.

“You’re mine.”

Your ears were ringing, pulse pounding like a bass drum in your head. On and on you ran, beating away the lower limbs, twisting around trunks, racing for your life.

As you skirted a thick patch of trees, a piercing whistle made you jump and the roots grabbed at your toes, pulling you down. Face in the dirt, you scrambled to get up, but the earth was damp and slippery, the panic in your system too electric.

“There you are.”

Gasping, you spun on the dirt and looked up to see his smug glare and gloating smirk.

“Knew I’d catch you.”

Breathless, you reached for him, fingers grazing the star-embedded fabric covering his upper thigh. “So you did…”

Ben fell to his knees and crawled close. “You didn’t have to run so damned far.”

“Wanted to make it fun for you. Chase down your prey and all…” Your knees spread for him as he approached and you tugged on his sleeves, wanting him closer, faster.

Another smirk lifted his plump lips as he set his hands aside your head and hovered over you. Hair fell into his eyes as he dipped to kiss you, lips ghosting your mouth, breath teasing, hot and delicious. “Hope you’re not too tired though…”

You locked your legs around his trim hips and kicked his ass with your heels, pushing him into you. “Never.”

He bit down on your bottom lip, growling as the adrenaline peaked. His kiss was rough and hungry, his tongue laced with whiskey and lust. You clawed at his suit, scratched at the nape of his neck, tugged your fingers through his hair, needing more.

“Well,” you teased, lips at his ear while he nibbled on your pulse. “You got me. What’re you gonna do about it?”

He moved fast, ripping his way through your clothing, shredding the fabric at your breasts and cunt.

“I’m gonna bruise you…”

His suckling kiss was dangerous, nearly breaking the skin around your nipples as he toyed with each in turn.

“Gonna bleed you, breed you, make you scream…”

His teeth were viscous, scraping the delicate flesh wherever he pleased, making his way down.

When you reached for him, he swatted you away. When you tried again, he pinned your arms above your head. He was insatiable, his lust almost canibalistic the way he bit down into your shoulder, licked at your hips, tore at your thighs.

“Please-”

Your body was aching, blood boiling beyond what you thought was safe. Every cell was screaming for him.

“Ben- Please!”

Green eyes shot upwards and slick, slightly swollen lips curled devilishly.

Within a breath, he had you where he wanted you; your shoulders pushed deep into the leaves, your back arched, hips high. He dropped down and shoved his tongue between your legs, diving into your cunt without hesitation or preperation. None was needed.

Instant pleasure sparkled through your system and your eyes rolled to the darkening sky. His lips pulsed on your clit, tongue swirled deep inside. He devoured every bit of you, drank down every drop of sweetness you gave up.

Moaning, slurping, humming into you, Ben lost himself in your cunt, feeding on your essence.

“God- Fuck- I- Ben!”

Another swipe of his tongue had you shaking, thighs clamping down around his ears as you came.

He didn’t let the moment linger, flipping you over easily onto your belly. The sweet but murky scent of leaves and dirt flooded your senses as he tugged your ass upwards and yanked down his pants.

His cock slid through your slick and you let out a moan that echoed through the trees.

“Yeah, you want that, don’t you, doll?”

Biting back another cry, you looked back at him, eyes blurred and lustful. “Yes… Please!”

His half-gloved hands clung to your plump hips as he buried himself in deep. The pressure was exquisite and you pushed back, taking him all the way in.

“So fuckin’ tight, damn!”

He hissed with each thrust; jaw clenched and teeth bared as he fucked you on the forest floor.

A victim to his rhythm, you rocked on your knees, kept your face out of the muck. Your body pulsed tight around him and his nails dug into your flesh, breaking the skin just enough to make you scream.

“There it is!” he howled, slapping your ass and grinding in harder. “Gonna fill you up real good… Paint your fuckin’ insides white.”

Tears flooded your vision and the forest blurred into muddled shades of green. The sun was nearly gone and the air was cooling around you as night fell.

He kept you warm.

He kept you on edge, crazed and aching.

Fingers raked through your hair and pulled, yanking your head back viciously. Your spine curved unnaturally and your jaw dropped; eyes wide and tongue out, you took the last thrusts with a strangled cry as he came, gushing into your throbbing cunt.

You fell when he let go, your body vibrating and limp.

Ben tucked himself away, laughing to himself as he looked you over. His cum was dripping down onto the forest floor and he reached down to scoop it up with two thick fingers.

“Hey-” Crouching down, he turned his hand and shoved the two messy fingers up into you. “Don’t waste it…”

You whimpered when he pulled out; raw and overly sensitive. “You’re… fucking amazing,” you whispered, barely able to lift yourself off the ground.

Dark lashes fell, green eyes narrowed on your face. Sucking in his bottom lip, he let it fall away with a slow scrape of teeth.

“I know,” he grinned. “I know.”

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⭑ FIC RECS ⭑

↳ masterlist  ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ 1k celebration

last updated: 04/15/2024

↳ as a writer, i'm always consuming things about my favs, and i thought it was time to share some of my favorites. every story here has likely been reread by moi a million times. also-- my psyche can be easily viewed by how many stories are under one individuals *cries*

SUPERNATURAL

every headcanon from @via-l0ve

her boys @octoberclidan. (tfw)

dances with team free will @octoberclidan

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ DEAN WINCHESTER

cruel summer (18+) @waynes-multiverse

ladies with experience (18+) @hintsofhoney

dean reads you wrong @zepskies

she's my siren (18+) @fatecantstopme

smoke eater (series) @zepskies

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ SAM WINCHESTER

a taste of summer @impala-dreamer

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ CASTIEL

dreaming (18+) @impala-dreamer

beautiful to me @impala-dreamer

angel alpha (18+) @crashdevlin

i'll watch over you @octoberclidan

if you will have me, i'm yours (18+) @gilverrwrites

neckties @supernaturalfreewill

love, by any other name @zepskies

peculiar @supernaturalfreewill

because of books @supernaturalfreewill

last night on earth (18+) @hollybell51

don't bet on it (18+) @hollybell51

his charge (18+) @impala-dreamer

sharing is caring (III) @zepskies

TEEN WOLF

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ ISAAC LAHEY

sick reader @smellslikemultifandomimagines

aftercare @smellslikemultifandomimagines

hidden with isaac @scoopsahoy

mutual losing (18+) @smellslikemultifandomimagines

facesitting (18+) @smellslikemultifandomimagines

cruel summer @hotdogwillex

come back to me @hotdogwillex

cold feet, warm bodies (18+) @scoopsahoy

i'm gonna kiss you now @sourwulf

drunken confessions @teenwolffan-with-nolife

dream @rogershoe

fratboy!isaac (18+) (all time fav) @mermaidenisaacs

teaches you to kiss (18+) @mermaidenisaacs

prove me wrong (18+) @twjournals

VAMPIRE DIARIES

dating the mikaelsons @wholoveseggs

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

hold (18+) @wholoveseggs

extra-extraordinary (18+) @wholoveseggs

blood bath (18+) @wholoveseggs

warmth (18+) @wholoveseggs

the result of naps @fitzs-trained-monkey

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KLAUS MIKAELSON

she knew better (18+) @klausysworld

distracted @theeoriginals

you bring me home @theeoriginals

sharp (18+) @theeoriginals

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KOL MIKAELSON

christmas khaos @wholoveseggs

goodnight kisses @kmikaelsonimagines

frustrations (18+) @madhatterbri

thigh socks (18+) @geminioriginalsimagines

proposal @kmikaelsonimagines

Christmas in dixie @fitzs-trained-monkey

bruised and battered @fitzs-trained-monkey

shots @so-long-soldier-writes

little favors @fitzs-trained-monkey

of ice skates and sugar cookies @fitzs-trained-monkey

ten minute blood stain removal @fitzs-trained-monkey

like a box of chocolates @fitzs-trained-monkey

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KAI PARKER

for my valentine (18+) @babeydollx

lace (18+) @geminioriginalsimagines

game on (18+) @socio-kai-path1972

kisses @socio-kai-path1972

why? @socio-kai-path1972

affinity romance (18+) @socio-kai-path1972

is it hot in here? (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

party crasher (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

sex tea (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

say it again (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

the red means (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

the price of hatred (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

spoiled (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

birthday girl (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

STAR TREK

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JIM KIRK/BONES

a well documented debacle @mybullshitsensesaretingling

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ PAVEL CHEKOV

sweatpants @youre-on-a-starship

MARVEL

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LOKI

reformed villain squad @give-me-a-moose

overtime (18+) @cleo-fox

loki's happy ending @gingerwritess

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ BUCKY BARNES

graveyard @wkemeup

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ STEVEN GRANT/MARC SPECTOR

red flags (18+) @astroboots

HUNGER GAMES

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ FINNICK O'DAIR

oral headcanon (18+) @lucilleslore

darling and the virgin (18+) @wife-of-all-dilfs

TED LASSO

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JAMIE TARTT

chilly cheeks @veryberryjelly

about you @buckychristwrites

saved you a seat @benedictscanvas

operation: tartt's heart @theowritesstuff

DOCTOR WHO

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ TENTH DOCTOR

family christmas @writerlyhabits

gestures and evasion @doctenwho

before you go @doctorslove

falling in love again @doctorslove

CRIMINAL MINDS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ SPENCER REID

virgin!spence (18+) @fortheloveofwonderland

i'd bottle the feelings you gave me @spencersfunkysocks

all the women he's loved before @fortheloveofwonderland

a helping hand (18+) @sinfulspencer

second date @samuel-de-champagne-problems

preciously pure (18+) @foxy-eva

STRANGER THINGS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ BILLY HARGROVE

two ships passing in the night @hairringtonsteve

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Credit to whomever recorded this😍 #jensenackles #deanwinchester #spnfamily #jensenacklessinging

@jackles010378 @winchesterwild78 @angelbabyyy99 @k-slla @impala-dreamer @cutedisneygirl @cevansbaby-dove

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iprobablyshipit91 Fic Recs

So this started as me keeping links of all my favourite Dean Winchester fics that I finally decided to share so others could hopefully find some great stories and the authors would know how much I love their work. It’s kind of grown to a very, very huge list, but I love everyone of these works, they’re amazing and deserve so much love. I hope you find something you love on here 💕

There’s a mix of fluff, angst, smut, au etc. Please make sure you read the warnings for each story on it’s own page.

Beautiful Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Dean Winchester x Reader

Should I Stay or Should I Go by @daisythekitty

Sweet Dreams by @deanssweetheart23

Slip Up by @deanwritings

Bad Moon Rising by @hintsofhoney

Not the Planned Delivery by @lazydoodlesandfanfic

Unnamed by @lostdreamr-blog1

I’ve Got You by @spnexploration

Broken Ribs Against Fingertips by @the--blackdahlia

Motel Diablo by @waynes-multiverse

Sharing is Caring by @zepskies

Mini Date by @avanatural

The Talk by @avanatural

And Baby Makes Four by @carryonmywaywardone-shots

Nows the Time by @crashdevlin

Down on Dean by @deanwanddamons

The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch

Bullets and Bands by @deanwinchesterswitch

Capeesh? By @deanwritings

I Ship It by @deanwritings

It’s Okay by @deanwritings

Safe Now by @deanwritings

What We Lost by @deanwritings

Tell Me About… by @impala-dreamer

Glances by @kasimagines

It’s Okay, I Love You by @kasimagines

Poison by @kasimagines

Obeying Temptation by @kittenofdoomage

Sweet Satisfaction by @kittenofdoomage

Nannas Love Sammy by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Something New by @princessmisery666

Date Night by @princessmisery666

I Would Never Hurt You by @procrastinatorimagines

Frayed Ends by @scuttling

Must be Love on the Brain by @sleepywinchester

Below Freezing by @soaringeag1e

Promises by @supersleepygoat

Friendzoned by @talesmaniac89

Stupid Cupid by @talesmaniac89

Crazy on You by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Different by @watermelonlipstick

Labyrinth by @waynes-multiverse

Love on the Brain by @waynes-multiverse

Gesundheit by @waynes-multiverse

Dark Waters by @wearywinchester

Above Ground by @wearywinchester

I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) by @zepppie

The Wrong Winchester by @cherry3point14

Good Things by @crashdevlin

Baby Spoon by @deanwanddamons

Rumours by @deanwinchesterswitch

Blind Love by @jawritter

Faded by @kasimagines

Sacrifice by @kasimagines

The Last Call by @kasimagines

To Know You by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Watch and Learn by @littlegreenplasticsoldier

Can’t Fight This Feeling by @pink-sparkly-witch

Mischief Managed (2) by @sinfulsoulx

A Few Moments of Madness | Last Time? by @smellingofpoetry

Familiar by @spnhunter4life

Dream On by @talesmaniac89

Well, Hello There Stranger by @talesmaniac89

If You Want it to Be by @zepskies

Midnight Espresso | Devour Me by @zepskies

Clear the Area by Alisha Ashton

Many of Horror by Alisha Ashton

Closing Walls and Ticking Clocks by Alisha Ashton

In the Dark by Alisha Ashton

Comfort by @fangirlingfromdownunder

Baby, We’ve got a Problem by @deanwritings

Night Falls by @deanwritings

Captives of the Court by @impala-dreamer

Carry On by @jawritter

My Saviour by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Heart of a Hunter by @muchamusedaboutnothing

The Widow by @pink-sparkly-witch

The One That Got Away by @pink-sparkly-witch

Hold On I’m Coming by @ravengirl94

The Arrangement by @ravengirl94

Long Way Home by @supersleepygoat

Cross my Heart by @smol-and-grumpy

Home to You by @smol-and-grumpy

Collared by @spnexploration

Pack by @spnexploration

Limelight by @talesmaniac89

Charity Heist by @talesmaniac89

The Man in Apartment 43 by @talesmaniac89

Practically Magic by @thelibrarylesstrektraveled

Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 1 by @waywardaardvark79

Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 2 by @waywardaardvark79

Miscommunication by @winchest09

Don’t Say a Word by @winchester-girl67

Never Say Goodbye by @zepskies

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Seen

A chance encounter could lead to something more.

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 288

Sam babbles on about what an honor it is to meet you and how impressed he is that you have lived up to the reputation that precedes you. Giving him a polite smile, you wait for an opening to make your exit. The guy is likable enough, but you genuinely don’t care what he thinks of you.

Honestly, you haven’t cared what anyone’s thought of you in a long time. You know you’re worth. Your value isn’t centered around the opinions of others.

Well respected in the hunting community for your skills and knowledge, you don’t care about the recognition. Yes, you are better than most, average compared to others. You do your job. Save those you can, kill the monster of the week, and then move on. You are perfectly fine with the status quo of your life.

That is until you meet him.

You immediately feel seen in a way you never have before. Entire being—body and soul—flayed open and laid bare for him to examine. Whole existence questioned and accepted all in the blink of an eye. 

Stepping forward, he holds out a hand in greeting. The smile you receive makes your heart rattle the cage of your ribs so violently that you feel sure your chest is literally going to crack open on the spot. Mentally kicking yourself, you physically take a step back and shake your head. 

He falters, his hand beginning to drop, smile fading. The moment of hesitation is your moment of salvation—a redemption you never dared to look for or expected to receive.

A slow smile spreads over your features, and the corners of his eyes crinkle as you reach for his hand. 

“Hi. I’m Y/N.”

“Dean. Dean Winchester.”

Love Me Some Pie

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