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allthesmutl0vers · 5 months ago

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Entirely Forbidden and Completely Fucked- Chapter Five

MDNI, 18+, Heavy Smut, Wincest

Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader

Trigger Warnings: Heavy smut, angst, tension, wincest (Sam/Dean/Half Sister), Extremely Possessive Sam and Dean

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Chapter Five

Sam

It’s been two days, and y/n still hasn’t come out of her room. Dean went off on a hunt with our friend Jo the day Dad left and instructed me to stay here and watch over y/n. Not that I mind at all, but it’s been like living with a ghost. Which she will turn into if she doesn’t come out and eat something.

I knock on her door for the dozenth time and as usual, get no answer. “Y/n?” I knock again. “Come on, open the door, please,” I wait for a response and don’t get one. I crack open her bedroom door and see her sitting on her bed, headphones in her ears and playing on her phone. “Y/n,” I say her name, waving my hand to get her attention.

She looks at me, startled for a moment, before she pulls out her headphones. “Didn’t anyone teach you how to knock?” She quips, bringing her vape to her lips and taking a long drag.

I chuckle and shake my head. “I did. Maybe don’t keep both headphones in when I knock, and you’ll hear me next time,” I retort back jokingly. “Come eat,” I nod my head toward the hallway behind me.

“Not hungry,” she snips and rolls her eyes.

“I seriously doubt that. You’ve been holed up in here for two days. You need your strength if you want to hunt,” I explain to her.

“Does that mean you have a case?” she asks with a hopeful look on her face.

I smile and shrug. “Maybe. Come eat and find out,” I chuckle.

Y/n huffs and stands up from her bed. “Fine,” she says curtly and goes to move past me. “Move,” she demands, looking up at me.

I purse my lips in a smile, trying not to laugh. She’s so cute when she tries to be intimidating. “Say please,” I tease her.

Her cheeks turn a shade of pink, and her eyes narrow on me. “Bite me,” she quips.

I lean down to her height, my arm blocking her exit. “Don’t tempt me, little sister,” I respond quietly, my nose almost touching hers. She sucks in a breath, and I all but feel her shudder. “That’s right, y/n. Daddy isn’t the only one who wants to spear you with his cock.”

In the corner of my eye, I see her ball her fists, and she leans in closer to me, our noses touching. “Really? Because I thought you only got speared by Dean’s,” she retorts sarcastically with a smile.

Oh, little girl. Now you’re asking for it.

I chuckle and grab her throat, pinning her against the wall. She sucks in a breath when I put my lips close to her ear. “Let's see if you’re still smiling when Dean takes your ass while I fuck that tight little cunt.”

Her pulse quickens under my fingers, wrapped around her throat. “You wouldn’t dare,” she challenges me, straightening her back to try to put more distance between us.

I lean in closer, pressing my body against hers. “Keep being a fucking brat, and you’ll see just how much I dare, little sister. Tell me, did our Daddy fuck that cunt already? Or were you saving it for us?” I ask her, ranking my free hand down her sides to her thighs before cupping her tight little ass in my hand.

Y/n looks up at me, and her pupils are dilated with arousal. “Fuck you, Sam,” the soft moan betrays her harsh words as it escapes her lips.

I chuckle softly my hand moves from her throat to her supple lips, dragging the bottom one down with the tips of my thumb. “Soon, little sister. Soon,” I respond, staring into her eyes. “But first, I want you to behave and come eat something. Can you do that for me?” I ask her, thumbing her bottom lip.

Y/n nods once, keeping her eyes locked on mine like a good girl. “Yes,” she responds, barely above a whisper.

“Good girl,” I praise her softly, removing my hand from her ass and moving it up to her waist. I pull her chest to me, holding her body close to mine. Y/n whimpers softly at my praise, and I tilt her head up by her chin. Dean will be pissed at what I’m about to do, pissed I did it first, but I just can’t bring myself to care in this moment. I’ll take the punishment he gives me, just as I’ll take y/n’s lips now.

I press my lips to hers. Sweet and supple, just as I imagined. Her body gives in to my hold, and she melts under my touch. I feel her hands rest on my hips, just above the waistband of my jeans. I pull her closer, deepening the kiss. My tongue slips between my lips, and she opens hers, allowing me inside her mouth without a fight. I groan into her mouth, my tongue running over the roof of her mouth, devouring her as if this kiss will be our last. But it won’t be. That much, I’m sure of. This is just the beginning.

When our lips finally part, y/n’s eyes flutter open, her eyes hooded and her grip on my hips tight. She wants more, and I want nothing more than to give it to her. But right now, she needs to eat, and then we need to meet Dean at the Roadhouse.

“Come on, little sister,” I tell her, kissing her lips one more time, softly this time. She nods and follows me out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.

Y/n

I like the Roadhouse. When Sam described it on the way here, he made it sound like some dirty biker, or I guess dirty hunter bar, but it’s anything but that. Sure, it’s not The Forum back home, but it’s not filthy. It’s a hole in the wall, a reprieve for hunters from all over the country. Pool balls clack against each other, and old-school rock and roll plays from the speakers that line the ceiling. The scent of cigarettes, liquor, and spilled beer permeates the air.

I make my way to the pool tables on one side of the bar as Sam and Dean talk with Jo and her mom, who I briefly met when Sam and I arrived. She owns the bar and seems nice enough. But I need a break from my brothers, especially after Sam got me to give in so easily to him. He said he’d fuck me soon, and I don’t know if the thought makes me more scared or turned on.

I basically fucked my dad already. Am I really about to give it up for my brothers? I push the thought from my mind as I pick up a pool cue and head to an empty pool table. I rack the balls and chalk my cue before lining up to break. I lean over the table and pull my cue stick back, I get it just how I want it before thrusting it forward, breaking the racked balls. The loud clacking fills my ears, and I watch proudly as four balls fall into the sockets. Two solids and two stripes.

“You’re a Hell of a shot,” a man says behind me. I stand up and turn around, coming face to face with a handsome man.

“Thank you,” I smile sweetly. He really is attractive. Tall, black hair and deep hazel eyes, “You play?” I ask the stranger.

The handsome stranger smiles and nods. “As a matter of fact, I do,” he says, picking up a cue stick from the wall behind him and setting his beer down on a table. “What’s your name?” he asks, walking back over and standing in front of me.

I smile and offer him my hand. “Y/n. you?” I ask as he shakes my hand.

“Roy. But you can call me whatever you want, y/n,” he chuckles and licks his bottom lip. “You here by yourself?” he asks cooly.

I look over at the bar and see Sam and Dean staring me down. I smile when I see Dean’s jaw tick with anger and Sam grip the bar counter so hard his knuckles turn white. I turn back to Roy and smile. “Entirely,” I flirt. If Sam and Dean can fuck around, so can I.

“Lucky me,” Roy responds, looking me up and down. “Thought a pretty little thing like you would be here with someone. I watch him take in my ripped skinny jeans and tight black crop top.

“Guess it’s your lucky day,” I flirt and turn around to the table. I look at Roy over my shoulder and wink. “You’re solids.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Roy responds and skims his fingers over the exposed small of my back as he moves around me to take his shot.

A few moves later, I’m in the lead, having a great time. Roy is cute, and he’s a good time. I’m laughing at a joke he tells me when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see its a text from Dean.

Dean: Get over here.

I roll my eyes and respond.

Me: I’m in the middle of a game.

His response comes through almost instantly.

Dean: Y/n. I mean it. Get away from him.

Me: Why?

I can’t help the curiosity. Is he jealous? Is this just the whole ‘protective big brother’ bit?

Dean: Because I fucking said so. Has he touched you?

I roll my eyes and respond.

Me: Like Daddy did? No. But I think I might let him. He’s cute, don’t you think?

I smirk at my response and shove my phone back in my pocket. I feel it buzz again, but I ignore it and go back to my game.

“Everything okay?” Roy asks as I take my shot, getting a ball into a corner pocket.

“Yeah, everything is fine,” I shrug as I line up my next shot. I take it, and it goes in a side pocket. I stand up and smile at Roy. “Just the eight ball left,” I flirt as I line up my shot.

“Beautiful, good at pool, and can handle your liquor? How did I get so lucky?” Roy flirts with a smile.

I smile and look over his shoulder to look at Sam and Dean at the bar, but they’re not there anymore.

“Your luck ends here,” I hear Sam say behind me. I roll my eyes and turn around to a very angry Sam and Dean.

“Excuse me?” Roy chuckles and puts his arm over my shoulders. “Do you know these guys, y/n?” Roy asks me.

“Unfortunately, yes,” I huff, annoyed. “They’re my brothers.”

“Take your hands off of my sister before I take them off of your body,” Dean threatens Roy.

“Leave me alone, Dean,” I bite back at Dean. “I’m not your damn property.”

Dean grabs my arm and leans into my ear. “Get your ass outside. Or so help me God, I will bend you over this pool table and show you and everyone in here just how much my property you are,” Dean seethes in my ear before he pulls back to look me in the eyes. “Now.”

I pull out of Roy’s grasp with a huff and flip my hair over my shoulder before storming off. I hate to let Dean win, but I don’t doubt for a second that he wouldn’t do what he said. Fucker is psycho. I walk outside and over to the Impala parked in the parking lot with Sam on my heels. I open the back door when Dean walks out, wiping off his hands. I sit down in the back seat and slam the door for good measure. Dean hates it when people do that, but fuck him. I was having a good time and as usual, he ruined it.

If I weren’t so pissed at John for leaving me high and dry, I’d text him and tell him to pick me up. God, I can’t fucking wait until I’m eighteen.

Sam and Dean get in the car, and Dean starts the engine. I look out the window, refusing to meet either of their eyes as Dean pulls out of the Roadhouse and gets on the highway.

“Stay away from Roy, y/n,” Sam says a while later, finally breaking the silence.

I scoff. “Why? Because he’s not my brother?” I retort sarcastically.

Sam and Dean look at each other before Sam turns to look at me from the front seat. “Because he beat his last girlfriend.”

My eyes narrow, and my stomach swirls with nausea. “What?” I ask, wondering if he’s telling the truth.

“He threw her through a window,” Dean adds flatly.

I swallow hard. He didn’t seem like that kind of guy. He was sweet and funny, but I guess that’s how it always starts, according to Dateline and Snapped.

Dean pulls off the highway and onto a deserted side road and shuts off the car. He and Sam get out, and I follow them, wondering if we got a flat tire or if they saw something moving in the dark of the trees.

“What’s going on?” I ask, following Sam and Dean to the hood of the car. They move to stand on either side of me, and I feel small under their watchful and hungry gaze.

“Remember when I said ‘soon?’” Sam asks, brushing my hair over my shoulder. I nod once.

“Welcome to soon, princess,” Dean says, pulling me against his chest and making me gasp.

“Dean,” I say his name almost like a prayer. Whether it’s for him to stop or continue, I’m not sure anymore. All I know is that between the liquor I had and the feeling of his chest against mine, I’m not angry anymore. I didn’t really want Roy. He was a distraction, a fun one, but not who I wanted.

Dean’s hand runs up my back and latches onto the back of my neck. “Don’t fight it anymore,” he tells me with a hunky voice. “You want us, y/n. Just let yourself admit it.”

I want them.

“Out loud,” Sam says behind me. I feel his hands on my hips as he presses his body into mine. His hardened cock presses into my lower back.

Dean leans in, his lips an inch from mine. “I want this,” I whisper. That’s all Dean needs to clasp his lips on mine, devouring me whole and forcing a moan from my throat as he kisses me harder. His hand moves from the back of my neck and latches onto my hair, pulling it as he kisses me harder.

I feel Sam kiss my shoulder before I hear a ripping sound and the cool night air on my breasts as my shirt falls from my body. I lift my arms and drape them around Dean’s shoulders as Sam reaches around and cups my breasts, squeezing them as he kisses and nips my neck.

“Her jeans, Sammy,” Dean instructs as he breaks our kiss.

Sam kisses the shell of my ear, and I feel his breath on my neck. “Mm, on it,” Sam groans softly as his hands move down my body to my jeans.

“What if someone sees?” I ask Dean, not really sure if I care.

Dean chuckles darkly and pulls out his gun. “Then it’ll be the last thing they see,” he says as he places it on the hood of the Impala. I feel Sam pull my jeans down my legs, and I step out of them as Dean unbuckles his belt. “Lay down on the hood, princess.”

I move to the hood, sitting on it in just my thong as Sam and Dean look at me with hunger. Dean pulls down his jeans and boxers, and his long cock springs free as pre-cum dots the tip. Fuck, he’s huge. Dean moves between my knees and pulls my thong down before spreading my legs. “Fuck, look how wet our little sis is, Sammy,” Dean says with a wicked smile on his lips.

I look over at Sam, who has freed his cock as well. It’s long and thick in his hand as he strokes it, his jeans and boxers fully removed and lying on the roof of the Impala. “I want to see her dripping,” Sam says huskily, biting his lower lip.

Dean grabs my ankles and pulls me down the hood so he’s nestled between my thighs. “Mm, I think we can make that happen,” Dean says, licking his bottom lip. “Is that what you want, princess?” Dean asks as his thumb finds my clit without even looking.

“Fuck,” I moan softly, watching Dean play with my clit.

“Is that a yes, princess?” Dean asks as he leans down.

“Y-yes. Fuck, yes,” I moan as Dean’s tongue lands on my clit, and his fingers circle my entrance before pushing inside. I moan again when Sam’s lips land on mine, taking my moans for himself. His hands cup my breasts again, and Dean wraps his free arm around my thigh, burying his face in my pussy as he thrusts his fingers in and out.

The overstimulation of both of their attention drives me wild, pushing me closer to the edge of climax faster than I’ve ever experienced before.

Sam pulls back, breaking the kiss. “Fuck, those lips,” he groans softly. “Let’s see what else that mouth can do besides talk back,” he says, pulling back and bringing his long, thick cock to my mouth. I open my mouth, accepting him as his cock slides inside. I close my lips around his shaft and stroke where I can’t reach with my mouth. “Goddamn,” Sam moans with an open mouth, his head tilting forward to watch me suck his cock.

Dean pulls back, and I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. Dean grabs my hips and pushes himself inside of me. I moan loudly around Sam’s cock as Dean’s cock stretches me to accept his large size. “So fucking tight, God,” Dean groans as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in faster, making me whimper and my legs begin the shake. “Such a good little slut, taking both of her big brothers at once,” Dean praises and degrades at the same time.

“Her mouth,” Sam moans, gripping my hair with his hands and pushing further down my throat, making me gag. “That’s it, little sister. Gag on my cock.”

Dean grips my hips harshly, thrusting into me faster and harder, and Sam matches his speed on my throat. Dean moves one hand up to my throat and squeezes. “Fuck, Sammy. I can feel your cock in her throat,” Dean groans and thrusts into me harder, making me moan louder as tears fall down my cheeks and land on the hood of the Impala.

Sam moans and puts his hand over Dean’s on my throat. “I want your cock, Dean,” Sam moans, locking eyes with Dean over me.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck your tight ass, Sammy?” Dean teases as he thrusts into me again.

Sam moans, and I feel his cock twitch in my throat. “Yes, God, yes. Fuck me, Dean,” Sam begs Dean.

“Then get your cock in her pussy,” Dean demands as he pulls out of me at the same time as Sam. I whimper and stutter a cough at the loss of their cocks inside of me. I can’t believe I’m going to watch Dean fuck Sam as Sam fucks me.

Sam lines the head of his cock up with my entrance and slowly sheathes himself inside. His cock is thicker than Dean’s and stretches me impossibly wide. I whimper as he slides inside to the hilt, and he leans over my body, sliding out and back in a little faster. “You like that, little sister?” Sam asks huskily as he thrusts in again. “You like your big brother’s cock filling your sweet little cunt?”

“Yes, yes, Sammy,” I moan as Dean lines himself up with Sam’s ass, using his spit and my wetness as lube. I watch their faces as Dean slides into Sam, and they both moan. They sync their thrusts, and Sam matches Dean’s pace as he thrusts in and out of me. “God, this is so fucked up,” I moan as Dean reaches around Sam and rubs my clit while he fucks Sam’s ass.

“But you fucking love it,” Dean moans. “You love your brothers fucking each other while they fuck you, don’t you?” Dean groans and rubs my clit faster.

I reach above me, clawing at the roof of the Impala, desperate to hold onto something as my orgasm comes rushing at me like a train. “Yes!” I moan loudly as my eyes start to roll back in my head.

Sam grabs my face by my cheeks and forces me to look at him. “Who do you belong to?” He demands as he and Dean thrust harder.

“Y-You,” I pant as Dean’s thumb tortures my clit.

“Damn right,” Dean moans as he uses his pointer finger to flick my clit impossibly fast.

“Ahh!” I cry out. “Fuck, p-please,” I beg as the tether inside of me begins to fray.

“Please, what?” Sam groans as his cock twitches inside of me again.

“I- I need…to cum,” I beg, my legs shaking around Sam’s waist.

“Then fucking do it,” Dean moans. “Fuck, I’m going to cum too,” he moans louder.

I cry out in a scream as my orgasm rips through my body, and Sam and Dean thrust once more and moan loudly. I feel Sam spill himself inside of me, and his cum drip from my entrance.

When our breathing has settled, Dean withdraws his cock from Sam, and Sam withdraws his cock from me. Dean removes his shirt and slides it over my body, kissing me softly. “Nobody ever touches you besides us again, you understand me?” He says seriously as he cups my cheeks.

“Yes, Dean,” I whimper softly. Dean nods and kisses my forehead before lifting me into his arms and sliding me into the middle front seat between him and Sam in the Impala. I’m completely worn out as Dean drives us the rest of the way back to the bunker. My first time with them was perfect, not just perfect.

Entirely Forbidden and Completely Fucked.

But perfect rolls off the tongue better.

Chapter Six

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 179 & 180

Welcome to Weeks 179 & 180

A/N: Happy New Year everyone! Here’s my first list of 2024. Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 40 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Monkey Business - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

No Other Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Little O - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

stuffed - (Steve x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Regretful words - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

A funny spell - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Just jealous - (Jack R x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Touch - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Refuge - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Kidnapping Miss America - (Bucky x Reader x Jake J) - @holylulusworld

Sweetly Sloshed - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Not another lonely Christmas - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Extravagant - (Bucky x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

out of chaos we were born - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers

Vowels in Marble - (Bucky x Reader) - @pellucid-constellations

Sunrise - (Bucky x Reader) - @writerlyhabits

Softness - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Snow Globe - (Nick x Reader) - @navybrat817

time to go home - (Andy x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

The moment he knew - (Steve x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Fire - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Flesh wound - @/nekoannie-chan

Vacation - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

The Best First Date - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Pretty Boy - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

Young and Alive - (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) - @nano--raptor

Hide-And-Eat - (Bucky x Reader) - @gotnofucks

By the Fireplace - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817

All you loved - (Brock x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Shoe and book - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

I Don't Want a Lot for Christmas - (Andy x Reader) - @krirebr

Charming Cocoa - (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Bucky Drabble - @pellucid-constellations

Planning a vengeance - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Rekindled at the Reunion - (Andy x OFC) - @hollybee8917

Resolution - (Ari x Reader) - @biteofcherry

His Inheritance - Part 30 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Forever Home - (Curtis x Reader x Jake) - @stargazingfangirl18

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yunggoblin · 1 year ago

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Love Bug - Dean Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: Dean gets a cold and Sam doesn’t want to take care of his older brother. So it’s up to you to take care of the sick Winchester.

Warnings: Sickness, Sick!Dean Fluff

Word Count: 1,299

You sipped on your warm mug full of coffee while sitting in the kitchen. It was around six in the morning, the sun slowly rising, birds singing and the smell of your favorite coffee was in the air. The world seemed to be at peace for once, until a loud cough erupted throughout the hall. You’ve been hearing that scratchy cough all throughout the night. Sighing softly, rubbing your tired eyes. Sam walked into the kitchen looking just as tired as you, his shirt up over his nose not breathing in the air. “Kept you up too, huh?” You questioned, sipping on your morning beverage.

"Yeah." Sam sighed, grabbing the coffee pot he poured himself a cup, adding sugar and cream in it. "I say we drop Dean’s ass at a hotel until this leaves his system.” Sam said truthfully. You frowned at the youngest brother.

"Samuel, that's a rude thing to say. He’s sick, he needs sleep and support through this. Not moving around and getting out of bed.” Just as if it was ‘opposite day’, Dean shuffled his way into the kitchen wearing his black and red plaid robe and black slippers. The tip of his nose bright red and runny, pale yet clammy face, dark bags under his eyes as if he hasn’t slept in days.

"Morning.” He coughed into his arm, shuffling towards the coffee making you and Sam quickly step away.

"Dean, you need to be in bed.“ You announced.

"I’m fine.” He cleared his throat, trying to get the fluids out. “Just a cold.” He mumbled as he leaned against the counter, out of energy.

"Dean, go to bed. I’ll bring you some soup and tea.“ You snagged the coffee pot from his hand and placed it underneath the machine. Dean groaned but didn’t say another word as he shuffled back out of the kitchen, mumbling under his breath. As Dean walked out, so did Sam, making sure his older brother went back to bed.

You opened up the cabinet, going up on your tippy toes and reached up for the nearest tomato soup which was on the top shelf. Finally, your fingers wrapped around the metal can and brought it down, grabbing a pot and placing it on the stove you started up the flames letting the pot heat up and pouring the red thick liquid into the silver pot.

"Alright, I’ll be gone for a few days.” Sam announced, tossing the strap of his bag filled with clothes over his shoulder.

You gave him a smile with a small laugh, your attention going back to the soup, stirring it. “You’re really leaving because of a cold that Dean has?” You questioned.

"That is not a damn cold, he has the flu. Now, I’ll be down the road at that motel. Need anything just call.“ Sam said and left on that note. You rolled your eyes at his silliness, once the soup started to boil you poured it into a bowl. You placed a spoon in the soup and poured some orange juice into a cup, walking down the hallway towards Dean’s room in a careful manner so that you wouldn’t spill the meal.

You knocked softly and opened the door, "Hey, it’s me.” You told him and opened the door widely to see the poor male in his bed. Dean sat up as you placed the glass of orange juice on the night stand by his bed and the bowl of soup on the blanket that covered his lap. “If you need anything just text me, when your done get some sleep.” You reminded him, running your fingers through his messy hair and kissing his forehead. He really must have the flu, he was burning up.

"Thank you, Y/N.” He gave you a weak smile, like he used all of his energy just to give you a kind gesture.

"Get some rest, big guy.” You smiled and walked out of his room, shutting the door softly.

As time passed you did chores, disinfecting things to kill the virus if it was attached to anything in the bunker, doing laundry and the dishes. You put away the last plate and walked down the hallway back to Dean’s room, knocking softly. You opened up the door to see a passed out Dean stretched out on his bed. You smiled softly and tucked him in nice and tight, turning off the tv that was on a cop show and felt his forehead once again, still a bit warm. You grabbed his empty glass of juice and half way empty soup and walked out, shutting the door softly.

As you put the wet clothes in the drier you sighed heavily, with your back aching. Today has been slow, no calls about hunts, no sign of Sam getting in trouble, no nothing. Grabbing the large blanket from the dryer, you made your way once more to Dean’s room this time he was getting dressed into new pajamas, wet hair. You realized he took a shower. “Oh hey.” Dean yawned as he crawled back into his memory foam bed.

“Hey, I was just checking up on you.” You smiled and felt his forehead, he felt cool from the shower, he had a bit more color back into his cheeks and nose not as stuffed. “You’re looking better.” You said truthfully. “I brought you a fresh blanket, straight out of the dryer.”

“I feel better.” Dean sighed softly, snuggling down on his bed. “Thanks for not ditching me, like Sammy.” He chuckled softly. “Hmm.” He hummed as he rubbed his face against the soft plush cover, laying it out on his bed as he tossed the sickly blanket towards the hamper.

You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes and smile, of course the neat freak little brother dipped knowing there was a sickness in the bunker. “You’re welcome, sorry Sam left. He didn’t want to get sick.” You tucked Dean in about to leave but he quickly grabbed your wrist.

“No, please stay.” Dean begged, you bit your lip knowing the chances of getting sick. Dean scooted over for you to lay beside him. Sighing softly you nodded your head, climbing underneath the covers and laid down. Your back pressing up against his front. He was warm like a heating pad. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath making you break out in goosebumps as it hit your skin.

Few days later Sammy came back like he promised. “Hey man, you look good.” Sam chuckled as he hugged Dean who was drinking coffee in the kitchen.

“I'm feeling damn good.” Dean smiled and hugged his taller brother back.

“Where’s Y/N?” Sam asked, looking around, trying to find the mother-like women.

“I’m right here.” You sniffed, shuffling into the room with a blanket wrapped around you. “I think you got me sick.” Coughing into your fist, pulling the blanket closer to your body, shivering.

“I’ll see you in a few days.” Sam grabbed his bag and quickly left the bunker like it was contaminated.

Dean looked over at you, smiling softly. “Looks like I’ll be the one looking after you,” He walked towards you, kissing your heated cheeks. “Get back to bed, I’ll make you some soup.” He said softly, his hand placing against your forehead and stroking down your cheek to cup it. “My sweet little girl, sick all because of me.” Dean leaned down and pressed his full lips against your warm forehead.

“By the way we keep kissing each other sick and all we’re never going to get this flu out of the bunker.” You teased him.

“Sick or not, I’ll never stop kissing you.” Dean hummed, leaning down and pressing his lips against your soft ones.

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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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Stardust Reblog Challenge 2023

Hello, lovelies! @natrace has once again put together this wonderful challenge to read and reblog more. Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy! 💙

Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .

June

Bucky Barnes

Moonbeams Light My Path (Part 1) by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Winter Soldier by @lunarbuck

Metro de caracas by @aquariusbarnes

Steve Rogers

Feel Me by @flordeamatista

Carnival Mirror by @ofstarsandvibranium

Nice Guys Finish Last by @slyyywriting

Attention by @writing-for-marvel

Office Hours by @boxofbonesfic

Dean Winchester

Jealousy and Pie by @alicewonderao3

July

August

September

#stardust reblog challenge #reading list #navy's fic recs #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dean winchester x reader #show writers some love

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 11 months ago

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I’m on answering questions and asks while I write today!!!

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unfinishedmural · 2 months ago

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They definitely aren't perfect, but it's so cool that some of my ideas actually exist now. In real life. And now the next person out there who wants to read the same stories I did can actually do that.

I can't-

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ryngzmn · 6 months ago

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playing doctor!

PAIRING: Dean Winchester x reader

SUMMARY: After Dean gets hurts on a hunt, you offer to help.

A/N: this is based off a bot I made recently except it was with my spn oc, at first I was debating if I make the pairing oc x reader but then I thought that I should js make it dean x reader ! :)

WORD COUNT: 586 (why are all my works so short LMFAOOO)

WARNINGS: uhh cursing, most likely bad descriptions of medical items and their uses (yes that needs to be a warning bc I have no idea how patching someone up works😭😭)

After almost getting killed by a banshee on a hunt, Dean had acquired some wounds that he insisted on doing himself.

And after hearing him grunt in pain and mutter a profanity under his breath for the umpteenth time, you got up from the shitty motel couch and walked over.

Sitting down, you have quickly snatched whatever supplies he was using.

… which was alcohol, gauze, and some bandages.

“Hey- I can do this shit by myself,” Dean complained as soon as you stole his self-assigned job from him.

“With your slow progress and profanity, I’d beg to differ.” You quipped, to which Dean rolled his eyes and grumbled another complaint under his breath.

You took the time to carefully examine the wound, your fingertips grazing the taut muscles near the wound, luckily it wouldn’t need stitches, not that you had supplies for that.

You grabbed the alcohol and tried your best to gently pour it over the wound, which didn’t really work since Dean groaned.

“Damn, be more careful over there!” He hissed through his teeth, shooting a glare your way. He knuckled the bed sheets beneath him to try and keep himself from making too much noise.

You sighed and pulled the bottle away, turning to grab some gauze. Just as you were about to press it on Dean’s abdomen, you paused.

“This’ll probably hurt. Just a fair warning..” You murmured, not wanting Dean to push you away and claim you were ‘being too rough’ and go back to painfully doing it himself.

The only reply that came from Dean was a grunt, most likely preparing himself for the stinging sensation he was about to feel.

You shifted the gauze in your grip and firmly pressed it against the wound, Dean inhaled sharply and a low ‘fuck’ came from his lips.

You muttered an apology under your breath at hearing the curse word.

Once that was securely on there, you grabbed the bandages with one hand, your other still pressed against the gauze pad for safe measure.

you brought the bandages to your other hand, your index and middle finger reaching out and pulling it apart so you could start wrapping it around the wound.

Dean didn’t make much noise while you worked on covering up his abdomen with the bandage, mainly because the worst and most painful part was over.

“Finally,” Dean practically sighed, falling back against the bed with a soft thump once you cut away the bandage.

You laughed quietly, getting up from the bed and putting the gauze and bandages in the duffle bags that were by the small circle table by the door.

The only thing you didn’t put away was the alcohol, knowing Dean would definitely want to drink a bit either later tonight or sometime in the morning before you two left.

Sneaking a glance back in his direction, Dean was just staring up at the ceiling, eyes closed.

He looked so.. relaxed, which was a surprise considering the life you guys led. Hunters didn’t really get much time to relax in between hunts.

But when you guys did have time to relax, you made sure to take it for granted when the change arose, you made sure to take it.

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pls reblog if you enjoyed 🙏🙏

#supernatural #jensen ackles #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn #dean winchester x you #pls reblog

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zepskies · 2 months ago

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Hello! Just wanted to ask something. I have seen that you reblog a lot of storys from other writers. Are those all mutuals? Love your writing, btw. 💌

Hi there, thank you very much! 😊

Yep, I reblog pretty much every story I read, and no they’re not always mutuals (though many of them are).

It’s very simple: if I liked it, I reblog it, and I always try to leave something of my honest thoughts on what I liked about it and/or how the story made me feel. It doesn’t matter to me if the writer is brand new or well established. If you made me feel something and the story feels true to the canon characters, you got me hooked. 👌🏽

I’ve talked a lot in the past about why reblogging matters and why it’s important to show appreciation for fanfic writers for sharing their stories for free, so I’m not asking people to do anything I don’t do myself. A little kindness can go a long way. 😉💜

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 149 & 150

Welcome to Week 149 & 150

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Mine Part 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Protecting What's His - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Secrets chp 14 - (Steve x OFC, Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Bucky oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

Starving, Darling - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Rule Number One - (Bucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Bucky One shot - @angrythingstarlight

A fallen crush - (Steve x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Not my world part Il - (Steve x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Two kings (10) - FIN of Arc 1 - @holylulusworld

A Vampire's Kiss - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

All Access - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Slow - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Dog Tags - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Our psychos break the new toy in - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

You Get What You Pay For - (God the Bounty Hunter x Reader) - @navybrat817

Wild Kitten (10) - @holylulusworld

A hard world - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Secrets Chapter 15 - (Steve x ofc, Brock x ofc) - @nekoannie-chan

Delectable Discipline - (Steve x Reader x Lloyd) - @labella420

Terms and Conditions - Keep the Change - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

3 Billion Divorce - My Dear Wife - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Collared part 15 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

I wish it wasn't true - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Visible Mark - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @navybrat817

Digital Bath - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

A Kiss to Remember - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 2 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Signals - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

His Inheritance - Part 19 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x ofc #brock rumlow x ofc #lloyd hansen x reader #curtis everett x reader #dean winchester x reader #god the bounty hunter x reader #mr freezy x reader #stucky x reader

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supernotnatural2005 · 1 month ago

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I’m honestly blown away by the love on this fic!

It was my first go back into writing after a long time of not posting or completing anything. And i just want to say a huge thank you and welcome to all new followers and those who follow my work.

I hope to continue to share my stories with you and bring some joy to you in these tough times 💕 you’re all wonderful and i’m so grateful for this community that has helped me through so much. ❤️ anyways side rant over lol! Incase you haven’t read this one yet! Happy smutty reading 🥵😂

The Great Sam Winchester C*ck Block!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and you have been desperate for some much needed alone time. However, a certain Winchester keeps getting in the way.

Word Count: 4106

Warnings: Smut! 18+ only! Fluff, Sam is a massive c*ck block (yes that’s a warning!)

A/N: I know it’s been a hot minute since i posted anything. Life has been wild. But i miss writing so much and have a few WIP. This just happens to be the one i’ve finished! 😅 Just something fun and spicy. I hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome!

My Masterlist

You sighed, head thrown back against the leather seat, back arched and legs spread wide as Dean scissored two of his thick fingers inside of you.

Soft lips caressed the sensitive skin of your neck and suckled at the spot behind your ear, which only added to the desperate throb of the walls of your pussy.

Your skin flushed and breathing laboured as he expertly rubbed at that spongey spot inside you, making you gasp and tense at the thrum of pleasure, tingling from the tops of your ears down to the tips of your toes.

The soft praises of; “you’re so wet”, “so beautiful” and “come for me baby”, followed by the lewd sounds of your dripping core against the harsh thrust of his digits, echoed in the small confinements of Baby’s backseat. Resulting in an ecstasy like state of desperation to reach your peak for him.

Your hands found purchase on his broad shoulders, the material covering his skin all but assaulted by your vice-like grip, as he brought you closer and closer to your impending crash.

You opened your eyes, gaze heated and glazed as you met fiery green orbs, drinking in your wrecked state with satisfaction and pride.

With his thumb now rubbing against your clit, you could feel your body begin to tense. The coil in your lower belly wound tight, ready to just about snap, when something over his shoulder caught your attention.

“Sam!” You gasped in an attempt to warn him. Though in your current state, it came out as more of a gasp of unmeant pleasure. But it had Dean’s fingers stilling instantly, drowning the flame he’d brought to life inside of you.

“What?” The shock was evident in his voice and the same eyes that had been filled with lust just moments ago, now laced with hurt at your outburst of his brother’s name. Made ten times worse at the fact it was whilst he was fingering you into oblivion.

Dread filled you at his harshly retracted fingers and you scrambled to explain before another fire brewed in his eyes, but this time with intent to burn rather than pleasure.

“Oh God, no baby! Sam is coming.” You guided his head in the direction of the other end on the motel’s parking lot, to where Sam was indeed approaching.

Relief flooded him like a cold drink of water quenching one’s thirst in a hot desert. His rapidly beating heart simmered somewhat at the realisation and he welcomed the soothing hand you ran through his short strands as he dropped his forehead to your shoulder.

You felt the rumble of his chuckle before you heard it, finding yourself joining in at the absurdity and worst timing ever of your boyfriend’s baby-bro.

“I guess we’re gonna have to pick this up another time.” He sighed disappointedly, but his eyes held a promise you clung to.

Sam Winchester was many things. A great hunter, empathetic and kind, your best friend. But mostly, he was the most oblivious cock block known to man.

For weeks you and Dean had been trying to have a little alone time. If it wasn’t the motel’s having only one twin room left, or a case taking its tole on you both to the point of pure exhaution, it was Sam’s impeccable timing.

You righted yourself by pulling on your discarded underwear and sleep-shorts, grimacing as the fabric met the mess between your legs.

Dean casually sucked his fingers clean of your juices, making your jaw drop and clit pulse in want.

Noticing your longing stare, he winked and slid a hand beneath his sweat pants to adjust the obvious tent, just in time for Sam to tap on the window.

“What are you guys doing out here? I tried calling you both for the past half hour.” Dean had opened the back seat and stepped out, allowing you to shuffle to the edge of the seat.

“I had a nightmare.” You lied easily as you stepped out of the car as well.

“I couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to wake you, so Dean offered to sit with me, calm me down.”

If oscars were awarded for best lie told, you’re sure you’d be up there in the nominees. It wasn’t necessary to lie to Sam but it beat, “your brother was just fingering me in the back of his car because we never have any time alone away from you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Sam was sincere and his look sympathetic. It allowed for a shred of guilt to be had.

“Why were you looking for us anyway?” Dean interrupted, voice slightly rough and irritated, although Sam didn’t seem to notice.

“I found a case a couple of miles out. Three victims have turned up dead in the last week, all with their hearts missing. Sherif is calling it a vicious animal attack but, i figures we got ourselves a werewolf.”

Silence.

“And that couldn’t wait until morning.” Dean speaks up first. His agitation clear this time.

“Well, technically it is morning. It’s like five A M.” Sam shrugs like it’s nothing and you internally sigh.

“You’re right, we just lost track of time.” You force a smile and ignore Dean’s pointed look as a sudden plan forms in your mind.

“Let us freshen up and maybe you could grab us some coffee and breakfast? You know, since you’re the only one dressed and all.” You ask sweetly, hoping he takes the bait.

“Yeah sure. I was going to grab us all some breakfast anyway.” Sam offers.

Bingo.

“That’d be great, i’m starving.” You exaggerate with a hand on your stomach. In the corner of your eye, Dean gives you a funny look and it takes everything in you not to smirk.

“Okay, well i’ll see you in ten.” Sam says before making his way across the street toward the 24 hour diner.

Wasting no time, you grab Dean’s hand and roughly pull him with you toward the room.

“Woah, what in the-“ You shut him up with your lips roughly pressing to his once you enter the room. His back hitting the closed door with a dull thud.

“If you think i’m going to wait for God knows how long before i feel you inside me again. You’ve got another thing coming.” You explain in a rush as you tug his plain-black t-shirt over his head.

A smirk forms on his lips at your eagerness and Dean has to admit, it turns him on just how desperate you are.

“Oh, i like the way you think sweetheart.”

You sat in the backseat of baby, irritable, uncomfortable and beyond sexually frustrated.

Your attempt to finish what you and Dean had started back in the room was short lived, when Sam returned only 2 minutes later, having forgotten his wallet.

To say you were in a mood was an understatement. And the permanent scowl on Dean’s face and his white knuckling grip on the steering wheel, told you he was right there with you.

In the end, the three of you figured out who the culprit was, or should you say culprits were, relatively quickly. It was a young man, Johnny Turner who was recently turned, which explained the sloppy kills. And you later discovered the pack who’d turned him, hiding out in a cabin just outside of town.

Overall, it was a successful hunt with minimum injuries and you had prevented a young girl from being the fourth victim. But three people had still died and a young man had to spend his last moments of life as a monster he never wanted to be.

You still remember the fear and confusion in his eyes at what he’d done. But then he’d went to attack you and ended up with three silver bullets from Dean’s gun lodged in his chest.

So, when you climbed into bed that night, Dean following shortly after you as Sam lightly snored away on the bed opposite. There were no wandering hands under the covers, working each other up until you were desperate enough to find yourself back in the back seat of baby. Just silence.

All in all, Sam’s case had inadvertently been another giant cock-block in itself.

3 Days Later.

It wasn’t your most classiest moment, but you found yourself knelt on a grubby restroom floor; Dean above you with his jeans and boxers pushed down mid thigh as you took his heavy, achingly hard length into your mouth.

You could be ashamed at how horny you were. That you’d stoop so low as to pushing him into a disgusting bathroom stall; dropping to your knees and blowing him right then and there.

But after a whole day of watching him work on Baby, greased up, sweaty and watching his biceps flex as he adjusted loose bolts and nuts under the hood. It was like dangling a piece of meat in-front of a starving dog. You just had to take a bite.

After being unfairly teased all day, you had all ventured to the local dive in town. Of course, Sam came along, actually wanting to join in for once.

Despite your own sexual frustrations, you’d had a good time. Drunk Sam was a lot of fun and it was nice seeing everyone relaxed and with a smile on their face for once.

However, once Sam’s attention was preoccupied by a pretty brunette; and with a strong bout of liquid courage in your system, you’d taken advantage of the situation and summoned Dean to join you in the restroom.

You knew he was just as worked up as you were. You’d felt as much whilst playing a game pool earlier on in the night, when he’d pressed up against you, not so subtly and let you feel just how much the skirt you’d opted to wear turned him on.

So now here you were, sucking off your boyfriend in the restroom stall of a dive bar, like some horny teenager. But if his moans and grunts as he lightly thrusted his hips intime with the bobbing of your head, told you anything. It was that he was more than on board.

Your panties were beyond soaked and uncomfortable but, Dean’s laboured breath’s and flushed cheeks as you looked up at him; his balls drawing up tight in your palm as you let him fuck into your mouth, a tell tail sign he was close, had you doubling your efforts to get him there.

“Holy shit baby. Right there.” He panted as you breathed deeply through your nose and took him as deep as your gag reflex would allow. The hand holding your hair back tightened, bringing with it a sharp sting of pleasure, making you moan around him.

He was seconds away from his release, when a loud bang interrupted you. It was as if an ice-cold bucket of water had been poured over your heads.

Startled, Dean’s slick cock slipped from your lips as you jumped back in shock. The loud bang was shortly followed by a girly giggle and a mans chuckle.

You looked up at Dean, wide eyed and silently asking if he wanted you to continue, when you heard it.

The stall next you rattled as the couple stumbled inside, the sounds of lips lewdly smacking together and then a voice you’d recognise anywhere, instantly cleared your sex hazed fog and had you as dry as a desert.

It was Sam.

You’ve got to be kidding me, Dean’s look told you.

One week later found the three of you pulling into Bobby’s for some much needed R&R.

After a week of non stop hunts, your bruised and beaten body needed at least a long weekend to recover. And the boys were more than inclined to agree.

As soon as your feet hit the gravel outside of Bobby’s house, you sighed in relief. The drive was long and your back, legs and butt ached from the lengthy position held.

“S’good to see you idgits.” Came the gruff greeting from Bobby as he stepped out the front door. You smiled at the term that had always been more out of endearment rather than as an insult.

You were the first to make your way over and fall into his embrace. Bobby always did give the best hugs. You’d missed him, a lot you realised as he gave you a big squeeze.

Although, your wince had him pulling back immediately to assess you with concern.

“Im all good, it’s just been a long week.” You explained truthfully and though he let it go, you could see he wasn’t fully satisfied with your answer.

“Mind if i grab a shower? I need to get the stink of hours being hot-boxed with the most gassiest man alive off of me.” You jab your finger blindly in Sam’s direction and miss his offended look.

Dean however, barks out a laugh to which Sam throws him his signature bitch-face.

“Hey, she’s not wrong man. S’probably all that rabbit food you eat.” Dean shrugs innocently, but is unable to contain his amusement.

“I’m not going to apologise for eating healthy Dean. Wouldn’t kill you to eat a salad once in a while mister, two double cheese burgers with extra bacon for breakfast.” Sam sasses back, mocking Dean’s gravelly voice. And in doing so, starts the endless bickering between the two brothers.

You decide then to make your escape, passing Bobby with a thankful hand on his shoulder and an apologetic look in your eyes as you make your way inside and upstairs toward the bathroom.

You drop your duffle to the floor and rummage through for some clean clothes. Luckily, you find a faded band t-shirt that you’re pretty sure once belonged to Dean and some leggings. It’ll have to do until you can take advantage of Bobby’s washer and dryer.

You’ll have to cook dinner as a thank you, you decide before peeling off your two day old clothes; grimacing slightly at the pain in your overused muscles and possibly bruised ribs.

You turn on the shower, making sure it’s on the verge of scolding, allowing for a billow of steam to encompass the medium sized bathroom, before stepping into the tub.

At first you flinch at warm spray in contrast to your much cooler skin, but quickly melt under the pressure and warmth seeping deep into your bones.

As you stand motionless, the weight of the last few weeks, possibly months, of being tense, unsatisfied and in pain, gradually releases it’s vice-like grip on you and washes away with the muck and grime accumulated on your skin.

Bliss. Thats what this was. Pure unadulterated bliss.

You’re so enraptured with the feeling, you don’t even notice him enter the room. Nor do you hear the shuffling of clothes being removed, or the curtain pulling back for him to step inside behind you.

It’s not until the coolness of his palms makes contact with your hips, do you startle and turn to meet the vibrant green eyes of your intruder.

“You don’t mind if i join you, do you?” Dean asks. As if you had a choice on the matter, as if you’d ever refuse.

You shake your head in both amusement and in answer to his question, and turn back around as he begins to lather his palms up with the body wash you’d brought with you.

A welcoming fruity smell of strawberries invades your sinuses and you soon hum in pleasure as his large, soapy hands glide across your skin. The act is incredibly intimate without the need to initiate into anything more than Dean simply taking care of you.

However, as his slick hands wander to your front, gliding across your stomach and up to lather your breasts. A fire that had been put out one too many times, reignites within you.

You bite your lip and lay your head back against his shoulder as his hands travel back south. Your breathing grows heavier as his seemingly innocent actions spark you to life.

The feel of his smile against the side of your head, tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing though. So as a form of punishment, you subtly press back against him, smiling devilishly at the feel of his hardening length against your lower back.

His breathing shallows as you slowly gyrate your hips back against him and your pussy throbs in need of something, anything.

The famous saying, ‘great minds think alike’ had never proven more true as Dean’s right hand continues its journey, until two of his thick digits part your wet folds.

You gasp as his middle finger begins to slowly circle your clit, causing an electric jolt of pleasure to course through your entire body.

“You’re so wet already baby.” Dean husks in your ear, just as he briefly dips a finger into your dripping hole before returning the coated digit to your clit.

Adding his forefinger, Dean begins to quicken the pace of his fingers and adds pressure onto the pulsing bundle of nerves, making you cry out and twitch and convulse in his embrace.

He holds you tightly to him by wrapping his other arm around your waist, as you shake and your stance falters, gripping onto the arm wrapped around you like a life line.

“Come for me baby.” You hear him all but growl, before you feel his soft lips begin to nip and suck at the sensitive junction between your neck and shoulder. His fingers are vigorous now and the coil wound tight within in you finally snaps.

Everything goes white; your veins like molten lava, fiery hot and melting your bones as the tremors of your well- overdue orgasm course through you.

“Fuuuck.” You can’t help but moan as your tense body slowly becomes like jelly against the strength of your boyfriend. Dean holds you upright as you slowly come to and only loosens his hold when he knows you’re able to stand on your own.

For a moment you feel like you had died and gone to heaven. Utterly relaxed and boneless, you smile dopily until the numbness fades and the overwhelming need to feel him inside you takes over.

You twist in his embrace and pull his face down to crash your lips to his. It’s messy, all tongue and clashing teeth, both blinded by pure desire and pent up frustrations.

You slide a hand between your bodies and glide your hand up and down his length. He’s hard as a rock and seeping at the tip, which you gather in your palm as you continue to jerk him off.

“Shit.” He pulls away with a hiss, eyes closed tight as he presses his forehead to yours. You bite your lip as you take him in, forever impressed of the beauty that is Dean Winchester.

His hand moves to stop you suddenly and he meets your questioning look with pupils blown wide.

“I’m not gonna last if you keep it up. Need to be inside you now.” He all but growls before sliding his hands under your thighs and lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

You wrap your legs securely around his waist as he pushes you against the tile. The coolness brings out a gasp that’s soon swallowed by Dean’s all consuming, toe curling kiss.

“Please.” You beg as you pull away for a needed breath. Too worked up to vocalise anything else. Dean understands you though and shifts you higher up the wall, using it as leverage as he frees an arm to guide himself into you.

Your eyes cross as he slowly descends you onto his cock. The stretch is both overwhelming and not enough at the same time as he bottoms out. It’s a feeling you’ve missed gravely and he hasn’t even moved yet.

“Holy fuck.” Dean groans deep in his throat at the feel of your tight, warm walls finally wrapped around him. A feeling he’s been starved of for too damn long.

“You feel so good baby.” You praise and cup his cheek to guide his lips back to yours. He slowly slides his way out of you until just his tip remains, before thrusting back in with a sharp snap of his hips.

The action makes you cry out breathlessly, eyes wide in the most painful pleasure. You keep your eyes locked when he does it again, mouth agape in a silent scream with each drag of his length against your sensitive walls.

He builds up a confident rhythm, hitting you in the sweet spot every time, making your toes curl and breathing labour.

“Fuck i’ve missed the feel of you.” You moan particularly loudly when he hits the right spot.

“You’re so tight and wet. Fuck.” Dean groans as he picks up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin, almost overshadowing the patter of the showers spray.

You’re close, you can feel it. Feel it in the way your lower belly clenches and limbs tense as your nerve endings spark with each thrust.

Dean’s close too. His panting breaths making way for the odd growl to slip out as he strains with effort to keep you both up. His own limbs starting to flutter in strength at his impending release.

Just as you’re about to loose it, there’s knock on the door, causing Dean to still and you to bite your lip in attempt to stop a frustrated groan.

“Hey Y/N? Have you seen Dean? I need the keys to the impala.” Sam’s muffled voice carried through the door.

Dean looks livid, but you look at him questioning eyes. ‘What do i say?’

It takes a moment, but Deans irritation fades and a sly smirk replaces it.

“I’m in here Sammy!” Dean calls out and your eyes widen in shock. However, you’re unable to say a thing when he shifts his hips, slowly dragging his cock almost all the way out, before pushing just as slowly back in.

Your mouth drops open and eyes flutter as he repeats the action.

“Wait why are you…” Sam trails off and you almost don’t hear his “oh.” Of realisation.

“Might not wanna traumatise yourself Sammy.” Dean calls out, just before he snaps his hips harshly into you again, and you can’t help but cry out. Your cheeks blush at the fact Sam could hear you.

“Dean!” You scold in a hushed whisper, but he doesn’t stop, making you bite your lip to stop from crying out more. Thankfully you hear Sam’s footsteps quickly retreat.

“I’m done with interruptions.” Dean all but growls before crashing his lips to yours. His hips begin to piston into you at an almost bruising, quickly bringing you both back to the brink. Your cries of pleasure muffle against his lips and your hands tangle in his hair harshly, making him moan.

“Fuck i’m going to cum.” You gasp, head thrown back and back arching as much as was possible in the position you were in.

“Let go baby. I’m right there with you.” Dean pants and you meet his eyes in a silent cry as you tense up. Your orgasm rippling through you like a bolt of electricity.

“Fuuuuck.” Dean quickly follows you with a couple more thrusts. His body tensing as he grunts into your neck, each twitch of his cock as he empties his seed deep inside you, sending little aftershocks through your body.

You’re both breathing hard, even when he pulls back to look at you. Dopy smiles rise on your lips simultaneously, and laughter soon follows. Dean slowly puts you down on shaky legs, but keeps you close as he leans down to claim your lips once more.

It’s slow and passionate and striking you back to life as we speak. The smirk on Dean’s lips is all knowing and you want to smack away his smugness, but you can’t find it in you to make on that promise when his wandering hand cups your aching sex.

“Someone’s a needy girl, ain’t they.” He mumbles between kissing his way down your neck as his thick digits stroke you to life.

You gasp at the sensation, torn between too sensitive and desperate to feel more.

You glide your hand up his broad shoulder and through his damp hair before gripping tight enough to make him hiss. His eyes darken lustfully and you smirk a little at the feel of him twitching against you.

“You have no fucking idea.” You whisper, before pulling his lips to yours.

It’s safe to say Bobby’s water bill paid a price that day.

#feeling sentimental #spnfamily #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader smut #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x you #dean winchester smut #dean winchester #sam winchester #oblivious sam #dean x reader #dean x you #supernatural #spn #shameless reblog #abbalina writes

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 147 & 148

Welcome to Week 147 & 148

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Mine Part 1 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Secrets Chp 12 - (Steve x OFC, Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Distorted - @ironlady1993

Baby I’m Preying on You Tonight - (Hannibal x Reader) - @the-soulofdevil

Collared part 13 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Collared part 14 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Heart of Glass - Part 4 - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Bad Night - (Bucky x Reader) - @winter-soldier-vibes

Bucky Drabble - @indyluckycharlie

His Inheritance - Part 18 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Little Bird - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 10 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Secret Sierra - Chp 8 - @lloydsbitch

Huge mistake - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Time to Study - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Like Jello - (Ari x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

Breaking - (Steve x Reader) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Thirsty - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Hunger - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Breakfast - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

DBF! Ari Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Under the Blue - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Air - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Threadbare - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Though I Have Never Read It - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

The Perfect Storm - (Andy x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Man with a plan - Part 1 - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Man with a plan - Part 2 - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Digital Bath - Part 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

First Mother's Day - (Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Hands off - Part 1 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

Second Time Around - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki

Secrets Chp 13 - (Steve x ofc, Brock x ofc) - @nekoannie-chan

After Hours - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Normal, not boring - Kinktober 25 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @holylulusworld

Sibling Rivalry - Part 33 - (Steve x Reader) - @imdarkinme

3 Billion Divorce - Part 1 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Just Right - Chp 1 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

The Root of all Ransom - Part 1 - (Ransom x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 1 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

She - (Brock Rumlow X Reader (platonic), Jack Rollins X Reader - @nekoannie-chan

The psychos find a new toy - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Smother - (Frank C x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Light - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x ofc #brock rumlow x ofc #dean winchester x reader #curtis everett x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #ari levinson x reader #mr freezy x reader #frank castle x reader

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demonangelsworld · 3 months ago

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This was sooooo cute 🥹🥹 Id happily give him all the kisses he needs to feel better.

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

→ premise: there existed no such cricumstances in which dean doesnt want your lips against his. bloodied, bruised, even with broken bones, a kiss from his girl makes it all better.

→ pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

→ warnings: tw: blood, fluff, but some sort of instense making out, established relationship, descriptions of blood and injuries, blood in mouth, nicknames [baby, sweetheart, my girl], reader is described a bit to have anxiety

→ a/n: as always i hope dean isn’t too out of character as i have never written for him! enjoy my loves :) and sorry its short.

A hunt had gone south they got the monster and it was done but Dean was injured, they were headed back to the bunker. That was all Sam spit out over the phone, normally you appreciated his ability to get straight to the point. Currently you were cursing it as he hung up shortly after cause he was the one driving back. You had a million and one questions running through your head and more than half of them weren’t good.

This was the part of the boys going off hunting and you staying back that you hated the most. When one of them got hurt or something went wrong and all you could do was sit there, a chill running down your spine as your blood boiled in your veins, anxiously pacing the living room, trying to not let yourself jump to the worst conclusions which you regularly failed to do.

You used to go on hunts with them and instead of you currently being the one riddle with anxiety, it was Dean. Once the two of you pulled your heads out of your asses (as Sam would say) and realized you’ve had feelings for each other for years, you got together. Being officially together seemed to make Dean's protective nature increase tenfold. He was even more terrified to lose you now than before. He began fussing over you whenever you'd get even the slightest scarpe or bump on a hunt. He would glue himself to your side the whole duration. Forcing you to normally stay back in the motel room when the hunt turned into a more dangerous situation than dean cared to put you in.

You loved Dean but it began to get a bit too tedious to deal with and even Sam made a comment on how overprotective he was being. In an attempt to make hunts go easier and ease your boyfriend's anxiety, once you all situated yourselfs in the bunker you suggested to him that you go out on hunts less, especially when they could now take Cas. Dean jumped at the suggestion but you couldn't blame him.

“I think that's a great idea baby” he said with a kiss to your forehead.

You still helped out, researching things when Sam needed the help, going through old books and files in the library, patching them up when they’d come back with cuts and bruises. You hadn't realized just how jittery you'd be however stuck in the bunker when he was out and especially when they went on far away hunts.

They'd go to the hospital when things were really bad, so you knew if the boys were on their way back then it couldn’t be too bad. The reminder did nothing to sooth your racing thoughts, your heart thumping so hard you could practically hear it pounding in your ears. You didn't know just how long you've been pacing back and forth, too afraid to look up at the clock and realize it's only been a few minutes since Sam called.

You don't hear the sound of baby pulling into the garage, your head is too clouded as you were damn near about to wear a grove down into the old floors. The sound of a door shutting loudly and two sets of heavy footsteps are heard down the hallway. Spinning so quickly on your feet you nearly lose your balance you turn to face the noise. Watching as the brothers emerge from the dark hall, Dean's arm rests on Sam's shoulder almost using him like a human crutch. You let out a small gasp making them stop and both of their eyes snap up to yours, whether you gasped in surprise at the state of your boyfriend or in relief you can’t tell.

“Hi sweetheart, We’re home” Dean tilts his head, his voice laced with his usual sarcasm and deep tone. He pushes off of Sam, clearly able to at least stand on his own, slowly making his way over to you a small limp in his step.

In the blink of an eye you’re rushing into his arms, your soft hands grabbing ahold of his beaten up face and crashing your lips against his. He grunts out a “fuck” in surprise or pain the word dying in his throat turning into a noise as his eyes fall shut and he grabs ahold of your hips. With a sharp tug he pulls your body as close as he can to his, his hands sliding up your sides. His bloodied lips against your plush ones, kissing you like a man starved, a kiss you’ve come accustomed to when he comes home from longer hunts. “Missed you” he hums in a hushed tone into the kiss for only you to hear, making your racing heart only speed up. His blood flows into your opened mouth as the kiss goes on, the metallic taste on your tongue foreign but you were far too relieved he was back in one piece to care about the blood coating your tongue.

Any pain Dean felt after the whole ordeal and from the bumpy ride back to the bunker seemed to fade from his body. He could care less about his brother's presence still in the room or the blood still dripping from his face and that covered his clothes or his split lip. It felt as if all the bruises that were forming on his body were already being kissed away as your soft lips slid against his. The taste of your mouth overcoming the taste of the blood in his, your scent calming his body, reminding him he's finally home again. Your body grounding him.

A rough deep cough stops the moment making the two of you reluctantly pull away, lips swollen and parted as you catch your breath.

“Before this gets any more R-rated maybe we should patch him up and you know clean him up” Sam suggested with a small light hearted chuckle as he walks off to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. You were grateful you remembered just yesterday that it had needed to be restocked. “Sorry Sammy” Dean calls after him, you turn your head away and follow up with a “Sorry not sorry” down the hall after him making a small smirk grow on your boyfriend's face.

Once he's out of eye sight, Dean grabs ahold of your face by lightly squeezing your cheeks and turns your head back to face him. Leaning down to begin softly kissing you again, groaning against your lips when the pain in his body begins to return.

“Who needs a first aid kit, all i need is my girl's kisses” He mumbled softly against your mouth, making you break out into a smile. A small tear slips down your cheek, your breath returning to your lungs and the chill in your spine fading as relief finally settled over your body knowing he's okay.

→ a/n: if you enjoyed please reblog or send me some dean requests id love to write more for him!

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