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[supernotnatural2005]

'Giddy up Cowboy' (Drabble)

Paring: Dean x Reader

Summary: The power of impression leads to wondrous things.

Word Count: 822

Prompt: ‘Character B tries to impress Character A’

Warnings: Dean riding a mechanical bull 🥵🥵

AN: This is another square completed for my @jacklesversebingo 24 card. It's a short one I know but, I think it fit perfectly for this prompt 😄

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“Don’t you just love a man who knows how to ride one of those things?" You sigh dreamily, watching man after rugged-looking man try their damnedest at riding the mechanical bull.

There was just something so downright sexy about watching a guy flex his thighs and roll his hips in time with the sway of the machine. If you didn’t know any better, it seems as though you may have discovered a new turn-on for yourself.

“Um, not really Y/N.” Sam chuckles before taking a drink from his beer. You smack his arm in jest because he knew you were being rhetorical. You cease, however, when your attention is soon re-captured by another man stepping up for his turn. 

Meanwhile Dean frowns at you, his eyes glancing between you and the men making complete fools of themselves, in his opinion. Not one of them had been able to stay on for a full minute. There was nothing impressive about that, so he couldn’t see as to why you thought so. 

‘Because you just hate the fact she’s gawking at other men.’ Came the niggling voice in the back of his mind. A voice that hadn’t shut up about you for months now. 

Again, the new guy was flung from the machine, this time before even 30 seconds were up, and Dean scoffs. Apparently it was loud enough for your attention to turn to him. 

“What? You think you can do any better, Winchester?” You tease, and he rolls his eyes. 

“I think even Sammy here could do better than these goons.” Dean sasses back, and Sam frowns, knowing that wasn’t meant to be a compliment. You squint your eyes at Dean, too suspiciously for his liking, and he distracts himself with a pull from his beer. 

“Then why don’t you hop on? Show these goons—"you imitate his deep voice, "what you’ve got?” You challenge him playfully, almost like you didn’t believe he would. 

Fine, he thinks stubbornly. Maybe this time you’ll actually notice me; comes that voice again. 

You had been a casual hunting partner with the boys for a few months now; your knowledge, skill, and witty humour brought a fresh new light into their lives, and they both enjoyed having you around. Dean maybe more so, for other reasons. 

Finishing the rest of his beer in one big gulp, he stands from the table with a cocky smirk. “I’ll show you how a real man does it, sweetheart.” Sam cringes at his brothers statement, and Dean has to admit it was a cheap line, but it got that smile out of you. The one that made your eyes shine.

As Dean pays the operator, he looks over at you one last time and sends you a wink before he steps up onto the mat and effortlessly mounts the bull. He blows out a breath, suddenly nervous. He couldn’t make a fool out of himself now, not with the mouth he’d given you. 

Dean gives the guy a thumbs up once he’s situated, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. His only thought; she’s watching, like a mantra in his mind. He hears the whirring of the machine spark to life, and no sooner as it did, does the bull begin to rock. 

At first, it’s a gentle forward and backward motion until it begins to spin. Dean clenches his knees tighter and rolls his hips, matching the same motion as the bull. He holds his left arm out for balance as the bull begins whipping around at a much faster pace. He grips on for dear life, the cheer from the crowd gathered drowning into nothingness as he puts all his concentration into staying on. 

It feels like a lifetime before he finally hears the operator announce he’d broken the 90 seconds before the bull gradually begins to wind down to a stop. An eruption of cheers, mostly from the women in the crowd, surrounds him as he hops down. Even some of the guys who’d failed shake his hand impressed as he steps off the mat. He nods politely as he pushes his way through, ignoring the women trying to get his attention—his eyes only searching for you. 

You’re standing at the back of the crowd, having moved to get a better view, your smile dazzling and eyes alight with wonder. 

“So. Was I better?” Dean asks, a little breathless from his effort but also incredibly curious. You take a step closer to him, your lips pulling up into a smirk as you come toe to toe. His breath hitches as you place a hand on his chest, and he’s certain you can feel what the simple action does to his heart. 

“You did great! But I think I can ride him better.” Your eyes glisten with mischief as you lean up on your toes to whisper in his ear. 

“And I’m not talking about the bull.” 

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AN: Again, I know it was a short one but I have much more planned for the rest of my squares, maybe a series in the works 👀 As always I really appreciate any feedback! Let me know what you though 💕

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jacklesverse bingo 2024 | MASTERLIST

most of these will be 18+ stories that include sexual or dark themes, individual warnings will be added for each one

yes, it’s me again, I’ll be doing this again, and bringing a few of the previous squares onto this one bc unexpected changes in life prevented me from getting to them LOL hopefully life doesn’t throw something heavier on me, I’m gonna collapse with this weight on me

sunburn [fluff, 1.8k]

description — you're the wedding planner for sam's wedding, it's at the beach and… well, dean at the beach

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Jacklesverse Bingo 2024 ── ✮⋆˙

Very hyped for the @jacklesversebingo challenge! <3

This Masterlist is still a WIP and will be updated regularly (summaries and stuff will be added and might undergo changes). Every work will be linked here after it is posted.

⚠️ Works marked with an *asterisk will include 18+/smut content. Always read the warnings, please. ⚠️

Prompt: "I don't want to find out what I would do if I lost you." Pairing: MOC!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Summary: (⚠️ season 9-10 spoilers ⚠️) As his nightmares get worse, Dean realizes he’s turning into something he’s terrified of; he needs his girlfriend to promise him something. Type: Chapter 1 of the "Tainted" Series

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Prompt: Forgotten Birthday Pairing: Alec McDowell x GN!Reader Summary: Alec is new to the concept of birthdays, considering he doesn’t even really have one himself. When his s/o is sulky all day, he’s confused, until their friends throw them a surprise party and he realizes he has messed up big time. Type: One-Shot

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Prompt: "Of course, you're good enough, you idiot." Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Summary: Dean came up with 'The Bunker Ranking' to motivate their group of hunters. A little competition never hurt anybody, right? It was how he first met her, after all. Type: Part 2 of the "Ambitious" Mini-Series

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Prompt: Work Adversaries* Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Summary: It seems like the Winchesters have found themselves a rival. A mysterious huntress is one step ahead of them, whatever case they’re working on. While she’s a thorn in his side, who is Dean to say no to a challenge? Type: Part 1 of the "Ambitious" Mini-Series

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Prompt: Character A has to pick up Character B from the police station Pairing: TBA Summary: TBA Type: TBA

Prompt: Sensory Deprivation* Pairing: TBA Summary: TBA Type: TBA

Prompt: The Blade of a Knife Glinting in the Moonlight Pairing: Demon!Dean x Fem!Reader Summary: (⚠️season 9-10 spoilers ⚠️) Although they’ve brought Dean back to the bunker, the problem remains. His demonic side has taken over. Can they find a cure for the curse before things escalate? Type: Chapter 3 of the "Tainted" Series

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Prompt: Biting* Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader Summary: (⚠️season 9-10 spoilers ⚠️) The Mark of Cain is like an itch that needs to be scratched. Most of the times it calls for blood. Other times it's hungry for a taste of something else. Type: Part of the "Tainted" Series

Prompt: "If you want something, then ask for it."* Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader Summary: People dance attendance on him all the damn time, so why can't you? He's Soldier Boy, America's Greatest Hero, and he's used to taking what he wants. Type: TBA

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Against the Wind || Series Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader 

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

AN: Another short series for @jacklesversebingo! This is a canon ending-divergent AU, but still an Omegaverse story within the canon SPN world.

Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: True Mates

Series Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! A/B/O dynamics, scenting, injuries, angst, smut, fluff and feels. Background Sam Winchester x Eileen (Saileen).

Chapters:

Part 1: In His Hands

Part 2: Seems Like Yesterday

Part 3: Nothing Left to Burn

Part 4: Running to Live

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A Collection of New Stories Written Especially for @jacklesversebingo Featuring Jensen Ackles and His Iconic Characters...

Like Heaven - Coming To Patreon 12/23/2024

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A Supernatural Story

~Y/N’s request might throw him off for a second, but he’s never going to deny her, not when it feels so good in her arms…~

Dean Winchester x F!Curvy Reader

1,302 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Spanking, Dean POV, Sex

For JacklesVerseBingo “What, you afraid you might break me?”

A Rod & A Ryder - Coming to Patreon 1/20/2025

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A Supernatural Story

~ When Dean decides to give Y/N a sexy DIY gift, he finds himself in a rather tight predicament ~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Castiel 

3,300 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Talk of Sex Toys and Self Love, Tiny Fleck of Jealous!Dean, Mishaps, Crack

For JacklesVerseBingo “Free Square”

[deans-queen]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

I’m so excited to be taking part in @jacklesversebingo! This is my first time doing something like this, and it’s going to be a fun new challenge! Some stories will be short, others might be multi-part, but I hope you enjoy everything I share!

Please Note: I’ll do my best to stay consistent, so please bear with me! ☺️🫶🏻

☆☆ will include 18+ only & mature content - I will label each story with the warnings, etc.

Imagines:

Come Back…Be Here (Jensen x Reader)

Cue the Tension (Dean x Reader)✩✩

Take a Bow (Dean x Reader) ✩✩

The Last Time (Russell x Reader) ✩✩

Series:

Change of Heart (Dean x Reader): Part 1 Part 2

One-Shots

Last Kiss (Beau Arlen x Reader)

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Jacklesverse Bingo 2024

A/N: This will be my @jacklesversebingo masterlist <3

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Jacklesverse24 Bingo

Oops, I did it again! Another year, another round of this amazingly fun bingo! Let’s do this! 💖

[impalaimagining]

JacklesVerse Bingo - Round 2

Did I technically not do a damn thing for round 1? That is absolutely correct. Is the host kind enough to let me try again for round 2? That is also absolutely correct. Away we go.

An unlikely pet -

He could hear everything, but dare not open his eyes -

Artist(s) -

Time loop -

"I'm not ready to give up." -

Cabin in the woods -

Mind games -

"And what if I said I didn't want you here?" -

Survivor's guilt -

Sleepwalking -

Hurricane -

"This is your fault!" -

Free space -

Bad luck follows them everywhere -

Surprise hero -

"How the hell did we manage to fall asleep like this?" -

Asking forgiveness -

Overly competitive -

"It's the only way. Otherwise, we're dead." -

"I'll deal with him." -

Bar hopping -

One person is gifted -

Small town setting - Does It Make A Sound?

Near death experience -

All but one dies -

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yellow hearts

𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

SUMMARY: College was a bore, until you counted emerald-eyed, bad-boy-next-door Dean Winchester as the only highlight of your day. And every day you stare at the back of his head from his seat in the row in front of you, occasionally catch glimpses of the way he bit his pen or his lip. And every day, his name gets written in your notebook, with yellow hearts around it, because that’s more interesting than your lecture.

TW: fluff, college!au Dean, he’s hot cause yeah, bad-boy-next-door Dean

A/N: Surprise, @cheynovak! Of course I’m doing something for your birthday, I found this song on my Spotify playlist and decided to roll with it, cause yeah. It’s not birthday themed, but I did want to dedicate this to you. Hope you enjoy it!

@jacklesversebingo square: coin toss

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Pretty boy.

That’s what you’d use to describe Dean Winchester, the boy who sat in front of you in Criminology lectures at Princeton, campus heartthrob and the star of your daydreams and night dreams. Not that he wasn’t sexy, or hot, or just overall perfect, he was just… pretty.

He had big green eyes that somehow always sparkled, pink pouty lips that looked so kissable and tiny little freckles dotting his cheeks and nose.

Not to mention his easy smiles that made any girl blush and giggle, smooth voice and even smoother words that buttered you up without even trying— ugh, you couldn’t get him out of your head even if you tried.

You fiddled with a coin in your hand as your eyes remained fixed on the back of Dean’s head, his sandy hair as his teeth gnawed at the cap of his pen, until you heard a soft “fuck” come from his mouth. He made swearing sound sexy in a non-sexual situation, it was unreal.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Pretty girl? Was he talking to you? Oh, oh— he was talking to you. You looked up, seeing his winning smile, sparkling teeth and all and you couldn’t help but be hopelessly in love. “Got a pen I can borrow? Mine’s all outta juice.”

Pen. You could do that, right?

You looked past where the page in which you’d written Dean’s name amid yellow hearts sketched from your pastel highlighter, searching in your case for one, handing it to him. “Here you go.”

He gave you a smirk, wink, “thanks”, then a once over which almost had you swooning as a small, easy grin pulled at the corner of his pretty mouth. “You got a name, sweetheart?” You managed to stutter out your name, which got a grin from him, and as the lecture ended, you hurried out, not hearing the call of your name from the other side of the hall. Dean was sprinting towards you, not really caring about the papers flying from his bag as he halted in front of you.

“Yeah?” Your voice came out breathless, especially as his eyes almost looked puppy-like and so green.

“Can’t let you go without askin’ for a date, can I, sweet thing?” He grinned, checking you out respectfully, he’s a gentleman and a feminist, alright?

But no, you felt like you’d mess that up real bad. “Uh… no.”

“No?” Dean saw the hesitation to say no, so he plucked the coin from your fingers that you were fiddling with earlier, smirking. “Alright, pretty girl, we’re gonna flip a coin. Heads, I take you out on a date. Tails, I don’t take you out.”

The way he was looking at you had you speechless again, breathless again, and you cursed yourself for being such a weak woman for this man. Then again, no one could blame you.

“You know that’s not gonna track—” He flipped the coin, caught it, then showed it to you. Heads. “Alright, then.” Like your subconscious mind could pass off on a date with Dean Winchester.

“Good.” Dean grinned like the Cheshire Cat, then leaned in and gave you a swift peck on the cheek, slipping a piece of paper in your hand. “Tomorrow, six. I’ll pick you up.”

As he walked away, you opened the slip of paper, seeing his number.

With yellow hearts drawn around it.

Shit.

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[supernotnatural2005]

Sexual Encounters with Dean Winchester - Wax Play

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: You and Dean explore a new kink together.

Word Count: 2.8k

Prompt: Wax Play

Warnings: Smut!!! (18+ ONLY!!!) - Like heavy smut! Fluff, swearing, kinks.

AN: So here is my first @jacklesversebingo submission of the year. It's a wild one y'all 😅. I've never written anything like this or have much knowledge on this kink/act at all, so I hope I've done it justice? Anywho, I'm thinking of making this part of an anthology type series, exploring other kinks with Dean? Let me know if that would be something you'd like to see? And as always, feedback is much appreciated. Hope you enjoy ❤️

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Dean liked to think he knew his way around a bedroom. He’d tangled in enough sheets with enough women—different shapes, sizes, ethnicities—to know he wasn’t just good at it; he was damn good.

He was open to trying new things, within reason, of course. For Dean, sex was fun, plain and simple. It was meant to be enjoyed by both parties, and he took pride in being a generous lover. Give as much as you take—that was his motto.

A big part of the thrill for him was seeing the effect he had: the way a woman would arch her back, cry out his name, or completely unravel under his touch. That was the payoff, the proof he was doing something right.

Men who didn’t care about that. Who saw sex as one-sided or selfish? Dean didn’t think they deserved the title of “man.” End of story.

But every now and then, someone came along who surprised him. Someone who didn’t just match his energy but pushed it further. Someone who flipped the script.

That’s where you came in.

“You’ve met your match” had never felt truer. You weren’t just bold; you were a deviant. An instigator of all things sinful and unholy. And God help him, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced.

Forget Rhonda Hurley and those pink satin panties—hell, that was child’s play compared to you. You were on a whole other level.

And tonight? Tonight was a perfect example.

Dean lay sprawled out before you, gloriously naked, his body taut and on full display, tied to all four corners of the bed. His ankles were secured with two of the ties he usually reserved for playing FBI agent, while his wrists were bound with leather handcuffs you’d bought specifically for tonight.

The restraints were snug—tight enough to keep him from moving much but loose enough for him to break free if he really wanted to. Not that he seemed interested in trying.

And then there was you.

You stood at the foot of the bed, a vision of temptation wrapped in matching red lace lingerie that clung to your curves like a second skin. Stockings hugged your legs, held up by a delicate garter belt, while a pair of black high heels elevated the look—literally and figuratively. The shoes made your legs seem like they stretched on forever, and judging by the way Dean’s gaze tracked every inch of you, he clearly noticed.

Your hair was styled to perfection, soft curls framing your face, and your makeup was sultry, smoky, and intentional. Everything about you tonight was deliberate, designed to captivate him completely.

And judging by the way he tugged lightly against the restraints, his green eyes darkened with need, you knew you’d succeeded.

His cock twitched to full mast against his stomach at just the mere sight of you. 

You rounded the bed after securing his right foot to the post, your nails trailing a slow, deliberate path up his leg. His breath hitched at the sensation, his chest rising and falling in shallow movements as his lust-filled gaze followed you like a predator tracking prey.

Your crimson lips curled into a wicked smile, your eyes raking over him, spread out and utterly at your mercy. The way you looked at him—like he was your last, most indulgent meal—sent a shiver racing down his spine. It was intoxicating, knowing your hunger for him mirrored the desire burning hot and heavy in his own chest.

Without a word, you climbed onto the mattress, every movement deliberate. His gaze dropped to your chest, and a low, guttural moan escaped him as he caught the way your breasts strained against the lace cups, threatening to spill free with every shift. Crawling toward him on your hands and knees, you were a vision of sin, and he was utterly powerless to do anything but drink you in.

You stopped when you reached him, and swung your leg over so you were straddling his stomach, avoiding his aching cock completely. He couldn’t help but whine at the feel of your heat touching his skin, wishing you’d just slip a little lower so he could really feel you. 

“You’re sure you’re still up for this?” You asked softly, leaning down so your breasts brushed against his chest, surrounding him in the intoxicating scent of your perfume.

Your smile was teasing, playful, but your eyes held a quiet seriousness. Dean knew, without a doubt, that if he told you to stop, you would. No questions asked. That trust was sacred—whether it was out in the field with monsters or here in the heat of passion. You had his back, always.

“One hundred percent.” He replied without hesitation, his voice steady, even as his body betrayed the nervous excitement coursing through him.

You grinned, your gaze shimmering with an unspoken promise of everything you had planned. “And your safe word?” You hummed, letting your lips ghost over his, teasingly close.

Dean instinctively leaned in, chasing your mouth, but you pressed him back with a firm hand on his chest.

“Impala.” He said, the word rolling off his tongue without a second thought. It wasn’t the first time he’d needed a safe word with you, though he’d only used it once—a night so wild, even his memory of it felt electric. His thoughts flickered briefly to that moment, only to be ripped back to the present by the sharp pinch of his nipple.

“Shit!” Dean gasped, jerking against the restraints. His nipples were maddeningly sensitive, something you’d discovered and exploited countless times to your advantage. You smirked as his chest heaved beneath your touch, his skin flushed and warm, before finally taking pity and letting go.

“Good.” You murmured, sliding off him with a wicked smile before disappearing into the bathroom to gather what you needed.

When you returned, his heart kicked into overdrive, a delicious blend of nervousness and anticipation flooding his veins. Your arms were laden with items: candles, a lighter, and a bowl of ice cubes. Each item sent a shiver of anticipation racing through him as you placed them deliberately on the bedside table.

Then came the silk scarf.

“Head up, baby.” You commanded gently, your voice calm but firm.

Dean obeyed, tilting his head without hesitation. You folded the scarf, thickening the layers to reduce visibility, and carefully tied it around his head.

The moment the blindfold slipped over his eyes; he felt the first flicker of discomfort. Being restrained was one thing, but losing his sight too? It stirred instincts deep within him, instincts that told him to fight.

You must’ve noticed the tension in his body because your lips were on his before the panic could bloom.

The kiss was deep and consuming, pulling a raw, needy moan from him that bordered on a whimper. With his sight gone, every other sense sharpened, heightening the warmth of your lips, the slick caress of your tongue as it slid past his lips, tangling and teasing his own.

Your hand moved as if guided by instinct, trailing down his chest and over the hard ridges of his stomach. His muscles twitched beneath your fingertips, jumping at the light, feathery strokes that left a trail of fire in their wake until that same hand was wrapping around his shaft. 

“Fuck!” He broke the kiss, his head dropping back onto the pillows as he allowed himself to feel, rather than see your hand jerk his hard cock. You pumped him in slow languid strokes, twisting at the tip before sliding a slick hand back down from the cum seeping from his tip.

Dean was panting hard, every breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Nothing had ever felt like this—nothing had ever felt this sensitive, this good. The knowledge that he had no control over your movements, the fact that he couldn’t see what you were doing to him, made everything feel more intense, more exhilarating. It was driving him wild in ways he couldn’t even begin to describe.

Maybe it was the sheer intensity of the moment, or the complete surrender he’d given over to you, but Dean already felt like he was on the edge. The softness of your practiced touch, the heightened sensitivity, it was all too much. He was teetering dangerously close to the edge of release.

And then, suddenly, you stopped.

His body jerked, his lungs emptying with a sharp exhale as the wave of pleasure he’d been chasing slipped away, leaving him reeling.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned, his body sinking back into the mattress, the fire of his orgasm fading as quickly as it had come.

He heard your soft chuckle beside him, followed by the distinct sound of flint striking a lighter, and his stomach clenched nervously. But beneath the anxiety, his heart fluttered with curiosity, anticipation swirling in his veins.

“Are you ready, baby?” you asked, your voice soft, teasing, as if savouring the moment. The pause that followed was intentional, giving him a moment to catch his breath—or perhaps, to let his nerves settle.

“Yes.” He answered almost immediately, the word a breathless promise.

You chuckled again, that sound low and sinful, and Dean could feel the bed shift as you moved over him, settling yourself onto him in one smooth, deliberate motion. This time however, he feels the warmth and wetness of your now bare pussy make contact his dick. His hips automatically rise, pressing against you with a deep groan. 

You place a hand at his lower abdomen, pushing him down with a breathless, “not yet.” He feels you shift above him; your movements deliberate yet teasing. A faint rustle catches his ear, followed by the softest puff of air that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. 

The scent of extinguished candle smoke drifts between you, rich and unmistakable, and then it happens—the first drop.

Dean jerks, a sharp hiss slipping past his lips as the molten wax kisses his skin. It bites at first, a sting that pulls a harsh groan from his throat. His muscles tense, straining against the restraints holding his wrists captive. But the pain doesn't linger—it softens, melting into a low, throbbing heat that spreads across his chest.

It’s maddening. The sensation dances on the edge of too much and not enough, leaving him caught in the perfect storm of wanting to pull away but craving every second of it.

And just when he thinks he can’t take another drop, the contrast comes.

You press something cool and solid to his chest, the ice cube tracing the path of the still-warm wax. His reaction is instant—a sharp inhale as the icy touch shocks his overheated skin. The contrast is electric, sending a shiver down his spine that pools low in his abdomen; has his cock pulsing between your legs.

“Holy hell.” He rasps, his voice rough, filled with a mixture of surprise and need. The ice soothes the burn, but the sensation sparks something deeper, something raw. The back-and-forth of fire and ice leaves his body in overdrive, every nerve ending alight.

You hum softly, dragging the ice cube in slow, deliberate patterns, letting the chill chase away the lingering heat. “Still with me?” You murmur, your tone almost too sweet for the wicked grin he can hear in your voice.

Dean swallows hard, his head falling back against the pillow as a strained chuckle escapes. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

And with that, you start again.

The wax comes next, a deliberate, measured drip that lands on a fresh patch of skin. He grits his teeth against the sharp sting, his muscles twitching involuntarily. The heat builds, blooming outward in waves that make his breath catch, until you follow with the ice once more. The coolness bites, chasing away the heat but leaving a lingering tingle in its wake.

The cycle repeats, and each time, it feels more intense. The wax teases his limits, pushing him to the brink of what he can stand, only for the ice to pull him back. The extremes blur together until he’s not sure where the pain ends, and the pleasure begins. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating, and he’s powerless against it.

His chest rises and falls heavily, his body humming with tension and want. Each drop of wax pulls a hiss or a grunt from him, while the soothing ice elicits shuddering breaths and groans that spill from deep within his throat.

“Baby, please,” he finally chokes out, his voice wrecked, but there’s no mistaking the raw desire in his tone. He needs more.

You chuckle softly, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Tell me what you want, Dean?” You purr, dragging the melting ice over the curve of his collarbone and down his sternum, the contrast making him gasp.

And he does. He’s never felt so alive, so attuned to every sensation, every movement, every touch. The boundaries between pleasure and pain have dissolved completely, leaving him utterly at your mercy.

“I need you.” Is all he can coherent, his voice almost emotional. He was like granite against your sex, red and pulsing; a small pool of cum collecting in the dip of his pelvic bone, and you relented. 

“Okay baby.” You agreed, impossibly turned on yourself. 

Dean felt you rise on your knees, and guide him into your sex. As soon as he felt your warm, wet walls fully envelop him, he came. Hard. With a shout, his body seized, his hips sputtering with each rope of cum spilling into you, and the leather binds bound to his wrist snapped with the force of his climax.

The intensity left him trembling, tears stinging behind his closed eyelids as he fought to catch his breath. His lungs burned, his chest heaving with desperate gasps for air. His hands clung to your hips, holding you still against him, every nerve in his body alight and far too sensitive to handle even the slightest movement.

You reached for him gently, sliding the blindfold up and off his head. His world was still hazy, the pulse of his heartbeat roaring in his ears, muffling the soft, soothing words you whispered. Your hands cradled his jaw, thumbs brushing tenderly over the coarse stubble of his cheeks, grounding him as his body quaked beneath you.

It felt like an eternity before the aftershocks began to fade, his body finally surrendering to stillness after what seemed like an endless peak of pleasure. His breaths came slower now, steadier, and he dared to blink open his bleary eyes.

You were there, leaning over him, your face framed by the warm glow of the room. Concern flickered in your eyes, but it was softened by the unmistakable warmth of love and pride curling in your smile.

“You, okay?” You asked softly, your voice cutting through the fog still clinging to his senses.

Dean swallowed hard, his voice rasping as he replied, “Yeah... more than okay.” His lips quirked into a faint, exhausted smile, his hands loosening their grip on your hips to run soothingly over your sides. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days, sweetheart.”

Your laugh was light and reassuring, your fingers threading through his hair as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Not a chance. Someone’s gotta keep you in line.”

The kiss you gave him was tender, a gentle contrast to the overwhelming intensity of what he’d just experienced. Your lips moved softly against his, anchoring him, steadying the storm still swirling inside. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was comfort, warmth, and love wrapped into one.

He pulled you closer, his arms curling around you as if holding on to the only thing tethering him to reality. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his chest calmed him, grounding him in the quiet aftermath. His admiration for you swelled a deep, unspoken gratitude filling the space between you.

Dean let out a soft, contented sigh, brushing his nose against yours before murmuring, “You’re everything, you know that?”

Your lips curved into a smile against his, your fingers tracing soothing patterns along his arm. “And don’t you forget it.”

Suddenly, you’re rolled beneath him, the swift movement pulling your attention to the fact that one of his ankles had been freed, the restraint no longer holding him back. You gasp at the shift, eyes wide as Dean hovers above you, his gaze dark with desire—hungry, feral.

“Never.” He growls, the word rough and filled with an almost primal urgency.

It’s a challenge, a promise. You can feel the heat of his body above you, the strength in his grip as he holds you down, and you know it’s your turn to surrender.

You give yourself over to him, body and soul, not with hesitation but with the thrilling certainty that this moment belongs to both of you, completely. The world outside disappears, and all that matters is the way he moves over you, the fire between you both that burns hotter with every second.

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I Cross My Heart

Paring: Beau Arlen x Reader

Summary: A quiet night in with your favourite Sheriff.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mostly sickening fluff and feels.

Prompt: Cowboy Hat - Music CD - Plush Octopus

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The warm summer sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the city of Helena’s sky in hues of pink and gold. Beau leaned against his truck, his cowboy hat tilted low, the silhouette of his broad frame outlined by the fading light. His rugged features were softened by the day's exhaustion, but his eyes sparkled with the same quiet intensity you had come to know and love.

You smiled from where you stood on the porch, watching him. He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, you listened. The steady presence he exuded was something you had never expected but found yourself desperately drawn to. You had learned that, despite the rough nature of his job, Beau had a gentle way about him. His calm demeanour always seemed to pull everyone back from the edge, even in the chaos of the sheriff’s office.

You still remembered the first time you met him—it was almost a year ago when you had started working as a dispatcher at Lewis and Clark's County sheriff department. You’d walked into the station, green and nervous, only to be met with Beau’s easy smile and steady reassurance. He’d taken you under his wing, showing you the ropes while keeping the atmosphere light with his humour. Over time, what began as a professional relationship bloomed into something more personal, something deeper.

And now, after a long shift, Beau was standing outside your house, looking like he’d just walked off the set of a western movie. He was a sheriff, yes, but more than that, he was your sheriff.

You leaned against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow as you called out, “You planning on staying out here all evening, or you gonna come inside?”

Beau’s lips curled into a playful smile, his gaze never leaving yours. “Depends,” he drawled, his voice warm, “You got any reason for me to come inside?”

You grinned, holding up the small music CD you had found earlier. “Maybe. I found this in the back of the truck earlier—thought you might like it.”

Beau’s eyes widened slightly as he stepped closer, clearly excited. “Is that…? Wait, is that George Strait’s ‘Pure Country’ album?” His hands reached out eagerly. “I haven’t heard this in years. Where’d you find it?”

You shrugged, walking toward him. “Just digging around. Thought it looked like something you’d enjoy.”

Beau grinned from ear to ear as he took the CD from your hands. “You’ve got a good eye, darlin’.” He turned toward the door. “You sure you don’t mind if I play it inside?”

“Not at all,” you said, a playful glint in your eyes. “I think I can handle the noise if it’s you.”

Inside, the soft light of the evening filled your living room, giving it a more cozy-vibe. Beau walked over to the stereo, placing the CD into the player, smiling in familiraity as the first few chords of "I Cross My Heart" filled the air, instantly setting a more romantic mood.

You moved into the kitchen, finishing off the dinner you'd been in the middle of preparing before Beau texted you he was coming over. Thankfully it wasn't long before the two of you sat down to a quiet, simple meal. The conversation flowed easily, the kind of relaxed chatter that comes from knowing each other so well, and you felt a warmth in your chest at how easily it all fit together.

As you finished up dinner, the song “Carried Away” started playing in the background, and Beau paused, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Man, this takes me back,” he said, almost wistfully. “Used to play this over and over in my truck back when I was just starting out. Felt like I had all the time in the world back then.”

You smiled at him, picking up on the quiet nostalgia in his tone. “What’s the song remind you of?”

He shrugged, leaning back slightly in his chair as the soft guitar strums filled the space between you. “When I was younger, I used to drive around, just thinking about all the things I wanted to do. The people I wanted to be. But now…” His voice softened, and he met your gaze, his eyes full of meaning. “Now, I just want to be here. With you.”

Your heart swelled as you reached for his hand across the table. “Beau…” you whispered, the words almost catching in your throat.

He squeezed your hand, his expression softening as the song continued to play, weaving its way into the quiet moment between the two of you, until Beau sat back in his seat, his hands finding the edge of the table as he looked at you with a playful glint in his eye. 

“You know,” he said, “I think this calls for a little something extra.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Beau held out his hand to you, his grin widening. “A dance. It’s been a while since we’ve had one of those.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. A pleasant reminder of your first date with him. There was something about Beau, even back then—his quiet confidence, the way he always knew how to make ordinary moments feel extraordinary—that made it feel perfect.

You took his hand without hesitation, letting him pull you to your feet and guide you to the centre of the room. George Strait's voice filled the space around you as Beau’s hand settled gently on your waist. You rested your head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart matching the rhythm of the song.

For a moment, there was only the sound of the music and the soft shuffle of your feet on the hardwood floor. Beau’s other hand gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. He didn’t need to say anything; the tenderness in his touch spoke volumes.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this at peace in a long time.”

You smiled up at him, feeling your own heart swell. “Me either.” You whispered honestly.

Beau’s eyes softened, and for a brief moment, everything else seemed to disappear. It was just the two of you in this quiet space, swaying together to the music as if nothing else mattered.

As the song wound down, Beau leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead before he pulled back, his gaze intense. “I’ve been wanting this for a while now. Just you and me. A quiet night. Nothing else.”

Your pulse quickened as you looked up at him, the weight of his words sinking in. Though things had been going well for you for a while now, you and Beau had yet to share a night together. He was (frustratingly) ever the gentleman. You stepped a little closer, your lips barely touching as you whispered, “Then take it. I’m right here.”

The air between you grew thicker, charged with the unspoken desire that had always been there, lingering just beneath the surface. Beau’s hands slid to your back, pulling you close as he kissed you deeply, his mouth moving over yours with a slow intensity. The kiss deepened, and before you knew it, you were lost in the heat of it, the softness of his lips and the warmth of his touch sending sparks through you.

After a few moments, the two of you pulled away, breathing heavily. The tension that had been building between you finally released, and you stood there for a second, catching your breath. That was when your eyes fell on the little plush octopus that had been tucked into the corner of the couch, a gift from you that Beau had carried inside earlier.

With a small laugh, you pulled away from Beau slightly and reached over to grab the little stuffed creature. You held it up in front of him, making a teasing face. "And what’s this little guy doing here?" you asked with a grin.

Beau raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he saw what you were holding. “What can I say, I get easily attached.” He teased, though there was a warmth to his voice.

Beau inspected the little stuffed creature with mock seriousness. “You know, I never would’ve pegged you for the type to pick up something like this, but… I kinda like it.”

You shrugged with a grin. “I just thought he was cute, reminded me of someone I know.” You teased and Beau raised a brow at you before he eyed goofy little purple octopus, looking at it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Well, I gotta admit, it’s a little weird,” he said with a grin, “but... I like weird.” He turned to you with a smirk. “Maybe I’ll bring it to the station. Let Jenny and the others know I’m not just all hard edges and big guns.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re really going to bring it to the station?"

“Oh yeah,” he said with mock seriousness. “I’m plannin’ to make this little guy the station mascot. Let them all see what’s really going on behind the sheriff’s desk.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I think it suits you,” you said fondly, your heart swelling at the sight of Beau holding the little octopus with such a goofy, genuine look on his face.

Beau smiled, but it faded just a little as his fingers lingered on the plush creature, his thumb running absently over the fabric. He set the octopus down beside him, but there was a slight shift in his posture, a subtle change in the air. The lightheartedness from before seemed to evaporate, replaced by something quieter, more deliberate.

For a moment, the two of you simply stood there, in that comfortable silence, the faint hum of George Strait’s “Last in Love” in the background. You could feel the weight of it—the easy tension between you two, the kind that comes when something is about to change, something unspoken that’s been building for weeks.

Beau’s eyes met yours again, and you could see the same thing you’d seen all night—the warmth, the care, the admiration. But there was something else there too now, something that told you he was thinking about this night, about you, in a way he hadn’t before. There was a deeper longing behind those eyes, a hunger for more, but also a quiet hesitation.

“It's been a hell of a week,” he said softly, his voice deep and steady, but there was a slight roughness to it, like it had been tested in the last few days. He was a man of few words, but you’d learned that when he spoke, it meant something.

“I imagine so,” you replied, a teasing smile tugging at your lips, but it was softer now, less playful. The weight of the moment was sinking in, and you both felt it.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about this,” Beau murmured, taking a step closer, the space between you two closing slowly, his voice low but full of intent. “Thinkin’ about you.” He reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering a fraction longer than necessary.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you met his gaze, understanding the gravity of what he was saying. It wasn’t just about tonight. It wasn’t just about the chemistry that had been there since the moment you met. This was about something deeper—something that had been growing between you since you’d made it official just a month ago.

Beau had been patient, a gentleman through and through, letting the relationship unfold at its own pace. He’d never rushed things, always careful to ensure that both of you felt comfortable. You knew he wanted to take it slow. But even now, with that same careful approach, the tension was unmistakable. It was in the way his hand hovered just above your skin, in the way his eyes traced your every feature as if memorising you.

“I don’t want to rush things, but…” His voice trailed off, like he wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear. He didn’t need to explain further. You both knew what he meant.

“I know,” you whispered. “We’ve waited this long.”

Beau nodded slowly, his lips pressing together in a tight line as if struggling to find the right words. He wasn’t one to talk about his feelings often, but when he did, it carried a weight that made your chest tighten. You could feel the desire in his gaze, in the way he was looking at you, but there was also a deep respect there—he was giving you space, giving you control over the moment, over what came next.

“I’ve thought about it," he said quietly, stepping closer still, until the warmth of his body was almost unbearable. "Thought about it non-stop. But I wanted to take this slow, make sure we’re both ready for it.”

His words wrapped around your heart like a blanket, and you couldn’t help but smile softly. Beau had always been this way—steady, thoughtful, and more than willing to go at your pace. But hearing him admit how much he’d been thinking about this, about you, stirred something deep inside you. It wasn’t just about tonight; it was about the future, the promise of what was to come.

You took a step closer, closing the small gap between you. His presence was like a steady flame, warm and reliable, and you found yourself leaning into it without hesitation. Your fingers found their way to his chest, just lightly touching the fabric of his shirt, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your touch.

“I think I’m ready, Beau,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm. “And I want this, with you.”

A deep breath escaped Beau’s lips, and you saw the tension in his shoulders ease just slightly, but he didn’t rush. He never did. He met your gaze with that quiet strength you’d come to admire, and in that moment, you both knew something had changed. Something had shifted, and there was no going back.

“I want this with you too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion now. “But I need you to know, this isn’t just about tonight. It’s about everything that comes after. About us, together. Whatever that looks like.”

You smiled, a tender, knowing smile, your heart swelling with affection. “I know,” you whispered again, your thumb lightly brushing the side of his jaw, tracing the faint lines of stubble there. “And I want that too. I want you.”

The air between you thickened again, but this time, there was no more hesitation. No more waiting. Just the quiet understanding that when the moment came, it would be right. It would be something to treasure, something that would hold both of you in the days, weeks, months, hopefully years to come.

You closed the final gap between you, Beau’s hand gently cupping your face as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours more purposefully this time. It was the kiss of someone who had waited, who had earned this moment. It was slow and deliberate, soft yet passionate. A promise of what was to come without any words.

And for a moment, everything else melted away. There was no rush, no urgency. Just the quiet warmth of Beau’s embrace, the sound of your combined breaths, and the certainty that you were both ready—ready to take that step forward, together.

AN: And there we have it folks. My first ever Beau Arlen fic 😄 Let me know what you guys think, and if I've done our sheriff justice 🥲💕

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Summary: A tale of mutual pinning, miscommunication and heartbreak. Will the reader and Dean finally figure it all out?

Prompt: "Don't take me for granted!"

Sexual Encounters with Dean Winchester - Wax Play **

Summary: You and Dean explore a new kink together.

Prompt: Wax Play

The Meet Cute

Summary: 99% of the time drinking leads to nothing but bad decisions and regret in the morning. But, what about the other 1% of the time?

Prompt: Hugged the wrong person from behind

'Giddy up Cowboy' (Drabble)

Summary: The power of impression.

Prompt: Character B tries to impress character A

I Cross My Heart

Summary: A quiet night in with your favourite Sheriff

Prompt: Cowboy Hat - Music CD - Plush Octopus

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BETWEEN THE CITY & THE STARS || Series Masterlist

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

AN: Here we go - my last short series for @jacklesversebingo, and my first time writing a 1940s AU! I've had a lot of fun on this one. 🥰

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Historical Epic

Series Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Angst, PSTD/trauma, WWII history, mentions of infidelity/cheating, eventual smut, lawyer!Sam, soldier!Dean, hurt/comfort, fluff, heavily inspired by The Clock (1945), starring Judy Garland and Robert Walker.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC 

Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse.

AN: I got inspired after a recent rewatch of Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron (literally a perfect movie), as well as having Yellowstone in the back of my brain. I thought this idea might be a good fit for @jacklesversebingo.

**Disclaimer: I’ve done extensive research for this one, both on the American Indian Lakota tribe, and on American history during this time in the late 1800s (AKA: the Old West, during the American Indian Wars and the Sioux Wars). Of course, one of my main goals is to avoid inaccuracies, both historical and cultural.

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Western AU

Series Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Racism, angst, violence, protective Dean, eventual smut, perilous situations, fluff and spice, along with other chapter-specific tags.

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Part 1 - Pride & Prejudice

Part 2 - Death & Sacrifice

Part 3 - Worthy

Series Complete!

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Summary: Dean Winchester has been stripped of his military rank, but he’s living happier with his new wife, trying to adjust to a new life in her tribe. What will it take for her people to accept him, especially when the battle for her heart might not be completely won? 

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC 

Summary: Dean Winchester has been stripped of his military rank, but he’s living happier with his new wife, trying to adjust to a new life in her tribe. What will it take for her people to accept him, especially when the battle for her heart might not be completely won? 

AN: So this is a sequel story directly following The Honorable Choice, where Dean not only saves the member of a Native American tribe, but falls in love with her. (She saves him a lot in return.) Now, he’ll have to learn how to live in her world if he wants to stay with her.

Disclaimer: I first got inspired to write The Honorable Choice for @jacklesversebingo after a recent rewatch of Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron (with a tinge of Yellowstone in the mix). I’ve done a lot of research for this whole series, both on the Native American Lakota tribe, and on American history during this time in the late 1800s; AKA: the Old West, during the American Indian Wars.

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Western AU

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for smut, Protective Dean, (and rogue/cowboy Dean), survival situations, hunting (in the more traditional sense), suggestiveness/implied smut and spice throughout, angst, blood and violence, hurt/comfort, and romantic fluff. (Plus other chapter-specific tags.)

Chapters:

Part 1 - Two Worlds

Part 2 - What is Home

Part 3 - A Warrior's Death

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