#spn wlw

[phrysic]

old money wlw sastiel

[sirlancenotalot]

this is as gay as it gets

(dean and cas, supernatural: 12x19/ eve and villanelle, killing eve: 04x08/ will and hannibal, hannibal: 02x10)

[zer0expektation]

slightly obsessed with cassie/girl-dean atm,,

[sammyluvr]

so pretty — jo harvelle ꒦꒷ kinktober day two ; thigh riding

cw : gn!reader, smut, fluff, softdom!reader, sorta subby!jo, kissing/making out, thigh riding obvs, praise, petnames (love, sugar, honey, baby, pretty girl), intended to be read as wlw!!, 1.7K words. MDNI !!! 18+ ONLY.

she looks so pretty, so sweet in her cropped tank and medium wash jeans. you keep telling her to quit laying in bed with them on, but she doesn’t really care, and when she looks like this, you don’t either. and it’s completely impossible to be mad at jo harvelle when she smiles at you. it’s so bright and real and it makes you need to kiss her.

you grin back at her and cross the length of the room to sit on the edge of the bed. you splay a hand over her stomach, palm a little cold in comparison to the warmth of her bare belly. your fingers spread to catch the fabric of her jeans and dull green shirt. she smiles wider, lips quirking up in the lightest of smirks. she’s trying not to react to your hand on her like that.

“you’re so pretty, you know that?” you report faithfully. her hand moves to yours, fingers playing absetmindedly with yours.

“hard not to when you tell me every day,” she says, propping herself up on her elbow to look at you a bit more comfortably. she’s so cute it makes your brain go fuzzy. the subtle smirk on her face is as incredibly endearing as it is sexy and you’re now very intent on making her feel good if she’ll let you. lucky for you, jo does not have a tendency to ever turn you down.

you tilt your head at her, still grinning. “good.” your hand travels to her hip, and her fingers attached to yours follow. her skin is soft when you smooth your thumb over her exposed hip bone. “c’mere,” you urge softly, giving the waistband of her jeans a light tug. the look on her face is knowing and eager as she quickly sits up. with practiced ease, she swings a leg over yours, coming to straddle your lap. the weight of her thighs on top of yours makes you sigh out in contentment.

your unoccupied hand joins the other on her hips and you tilt your head to look at her with fond adoration. “so pretty in my lap,” you murmur, hands squeezing lightly. you can’t resist sliding them up to her waist to feel her skin and slip a fingertip or two under her cotton cami. a huff of breath leaves her lips as your thumbs rub lingering circles into her sides.

she dips her head to kiss you, and you meet her soft lips with a hefty sense of satisfaction. there are no complaints from you when she immediately deepens the kiss, her steady tongue pushing against your lips. you let her in more than willingly, swirling your own tongue around hers. it doesn’t take long before your teeth clash and her hands are gripping at your shoulder and the back of your neck. 

her hips push against your hands and you revel in the way that simple contact with your hands and mouth can get her worked up so quick. she doesn’t have to ask for more for you to give it. one hand slides around her waist and down to her ass, giving her two light taps as you pull away from her. 

“up,” you instruct simply, voice a little breathless from the kiss. “jeans off, love.” jo doesn’t hesitate to stand, using your shoulders to steady herself. her hands fly to the waistband of her pants, but you stop her, grabbing her wrists at the last moment. you’ve changed your mind; you wanna take them off for her. so you bring her hands down to her sides and lean forward, pressing a feather-light kiss to the skin of her lower stomach, right above the fabric of her jeans. your hands are back on her hips, fingering with the waistband.

“sorry, sugar,” you murmur, your breath fanning softly over his skin, “wanted to do it myself.” one of her hands makes its way to the back of your head, and you can feel her fingers trembling with the effort of keeping her touch mostly gentle.

she hums softly. “’s okay.” her voice comes out a little hoarse. “love it when you take ‘em off f’me.”

you smile against her skin, your nose still brushing over the spot right below her belly button. “good,” you whisper, tipping your head to look up at her. your fingers slip over to the button of her jeans, deftly popping it open and tugging the zipper down. your hands push under the fabric and slide around to cup her ass over her panties. “want you to ride my thigh, sweet girl,” you inform her. “you want your panties on or off?”

she groans lowly at your words, spoken all husky as you look up at her from your spot by her waist. “off,” she huffs out. 

you grin at her choice, “you’re already wet enough for that?” you half-tease. but you really don’t want to rough up her sensitive skin too much. her head tips back a little at your words, a soft sound escaping her lips.

“always wet for you.” she looks down at you through half-lidded eyes and a sweet smirk.

“that’s my girl.” with that, you grab the hem of both her jeans and underwear before tugging them down her hips until they fall to the floor on their own. you splay your hands over her bare hips, tugging her just a little closer to press another kiss to her lower stomach to tease her. she inhales sharply at that, and it makes you smirk lightly against her skin. but you don’t feel too mean, so you pull her all the way back into your lap, spreading your legs a bit so she can land on your thigh.

jo lets out a muffled moan at the contact of your jeans against her bare cunt and you squeeze her hips, pleased. she’s so warm against you.

you slide your hands down to her thighs, thumbs pressing into the spot where they meld into her hips. her hands hold your shoulders tightly, the pads of her fingers digging into your flesh. “whenever you want, baby,” you murmur. that’s all she needs to hear to start grinding her hips over your leg. the first drag is slow and it makes her groan softly.

your hands find their way back to her hips, then up her waist as she continues her movements. one warm hand slides around to her back, slipping up her shirt to rest between her shoulder blades. the other smooths over her tummy, rubbing all over the sensitive skin and dipping lower to rub soft circles with your thumb over the spot where the little light brown hairs on her stomach start to thicken. the muscles of her stomach tense under your touch, and you bet that if you were rid of your jeans, you’d be able to feel her pussy clenching around nothing against your thigh.

and of course, as her movements pick up in speed, and sweet sounds fall from her mouth, you can’t help but slip both hands under her shirt to cup her boobs and play teasingly with her nipples. you push her shirt up so that you can see them, framed perfectly by your hands. you groan at the sight combined with the feel of her desperately grinding over you.

“so pretty like this,” you murmur. “so, so pretty. love it when you ride my thigh, honey. you love it too, huh?”

she nods her head, breath coming in short gasps. jo is about to answer you, but you bounce your leg, sending a jolt through her and pulling out a gorgeously strangled cry from her throat.

“you sound so pretty, too,” you praise through a cocky grin. “my pretty girl. my pretty girl, jo.” she nods again, almost absentmindedly this time, panting as she tries to pick up the pace of her movements. but her sweet hips stutter as she gets close.

“h-help me, baby,” she attempts at a demand, but her voice is all breathy and strained. you oblige anyway, because you’re not the type to deny her. usually. your hands on her hips start to guide her, helping her keep a steady pace. she huffs and moans and your gaze trails up and down, from the soft curls of her light hair, the pleasured crease between her brows and softly parted lips, to the sight of her exposed breasts and hardened nipples, and finally down to the tensing of her thighs, her cunt pushing against your leg, and the dark, wet spot on your jeans.

“fuck, baby, you’re so good,” you groan, rhythmically clenching the muscles of your thigh or bouncing your leg to push her closer to the edge. “you gonna cum on my thigh, love? you gonna soak my jeans through?”

“c-close,” she moans out. “close, sugar.” you think it’s so sweet when she calls you that, even when she’s half-way to speechless from how good you’re making her feel.

“i know you are,” you practically croon. “you can do it, baby. want you to cum for me.” you attach your lips to her neck, sucking and licking to add as much stimulation as you can. and when you hear her moaning jump in pitch and feel her hips stutter again, you pull away, drinking in the look on her face as she ruts against your thigh, so close to you that her chest brushes against yours and her knee presses right between your legs.

“g-god,” she chokes out, “fuck.” jo throws her head back, neck shiny with sweat and saliva, and you feel her sweet cum, so warm as it soaks through the fabric of your jeans.

“that’s it, baby. so good for me,” you praise softly, entirely pleased with this all as you work her through it, still dragging her hips over you until her head falls to your shoulder and she just about collapses against you. she clumsily presses an open mouth kiss to your neck, and you wrap an arm around her, keeping her steady. “i fuckin’ love you,” you murmur into the blonde mess of her hair, hand soothing up and down the soft skin of her back.

“i love you too,” she mumbles, staying put, right there in your lap. jo loves to be close to you, staying warm, intimate, loved, and heard.

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[jasmines-library]

hi!

So I was thinking that their little sister is lesbian (if you're comfortable with this kind of stuff though) but she doesn't know. So she's 15 and one day a guy tries to flirt with her in a dinner, but she's just staring in complete fascination at a cute girl behind her. And after the guy goes away Dean calls her out. After she kind of goes on a date with the girl and some homophobic dude comes walking past whilst they're kissing and says some pretty mean stuff. And when her brothers find out they comfort her.

Thank you so much and I wish you a very good day and happy new year!

Unconditional

Note: I literally love this request as a gay girly myself. This was super cute to write!

Warnings: Homophobia but Sam and Dean to the rescue, homophobic slurs and swearing. Please read with warning that this is fairly heavy and may be triggering although I have tried to keep it non-explicit...but it's also a little cheesy too..

Word Count: 1.6k

⛤ SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST ⛤

You knew that the guy beside you was trying to talk to you. His low voice but through the chatter as he leaned on the coffee-stained counter beside you, just a tad too close for your liking. He had sauntered over and was trying to drop compliments, but you didn’t really hear anything he was saying. You were completely fixated on the girl sitting in a booth across the room. She was with her two friends but you couldn’t take your eyes off of her and the way she smiled with not only her rosy lips but also with her eyes. You admired the lilt of her voice as she spoke with a grin and the way her hair, which was tucked neatly behind her ears to show off her face, cascaded over her shoulders. She was beautiful and you were in awe. Then, her gaze shifted away from you and her eyes met yours. Before you could turn away quickly, she blushed and gave you a small smile to hold your gaze.

“So, what do you say?” The boy asked you expectantly, though you were still too entranced to take a notice. 

Dean cleared his throat and nudged you from under the table with his knee. “Y/N?”

You tore your gaze away from the girl and snapped towards your brother who indicated to the boy with his head.

“Sorry- What?”

“I said, ‘Did you maybe want to go out sometime?’”

You felt awful, because you had every intention of answering the guy to send him away, but you found your attention shifting towards the girl across the diner again. 

“Sorry, pal.” Sam told the guy, “I don’t think she’s very interested.”

The boy nodded and left, slightly deflated that his attempts had failed. 

“What the hell was all that about, kid?” Sam furrowed his brow. “What’s got you so distracted?”

Dean, who was sitting opposite you, craned his head to follow your eyeline, where he spotted the girl you had been fascinated by. He turned to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“I think I’ve got her all figured out, Sammy.” He pointed to the girl. “She is so checking that girl out.”

“What?! Am not.”

“Are too. I know that look when I see it.”

You huffed and sunk down in your chair. 

It was then that her and her friends shuffled out of the booth and made their way towards the door. As they passed you and your brothers she smiled at you shyly. You watched as she pushed open the door and the bell chimed signalling that she had left, but you continued to watch her in awe through the window. 

“Are you just gonna sit there and stare?” Sammy raised an eyebrow. 

“Huh?”

“Go get her number.” Dean urged, ushering you out of the booth. Your cheeks flushed as you chased quickly after her.

The sunlight hit your face as soon as you stepped out of the diner and you made your way slowly over to her. She smiled brightly as she saw you approaching and excused herself away from her friends for a moment.

“Hi” She greeted, “I was wondering if you were going to come and speak to me.”

“Hey.” You smiled “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to finally put a name to your pretty face.” She said before giving you her name. 

“So um…” You swallowed thickly trying to conjure up the courage to ask her for her number. This was something you had never done before… sure, you had never really shown much interest in guys, and you knew that every time you glanced at one of the women on the front of one of your brothers magazines, or spotted a pretty girl walking down the street you couldn’t help but feel that something was different, but you were never able to place it until now. You had thought it was because you never had time to spend hanging out with people outside of hunting, but now that Dean had pointed it out, you knew that he was onto something. You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach that you felt when you looked at the girl before you, and back in the diner you had been so desperate to talk to her that you found your thoughts drifting to what it would be like, however now it was actually happening it was like your mind was betraying you because you couldn’t think of anything to say as your body froze. You took a deep breath and cleared your mind. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?”

She looked at you with a look of pure happiness that made you melt. “I would love to.”

~

The two of you sat inside the diner again a few days later. The two of you had been texting back and forth constantly after exchanging numbers and you couldn’t contain your excitement. You had taken her to the cinema across town before you two made you way to the diner. She looked even more beautiful than the time you had first seen her as she sat across from you, sipping her milkshake which you had purchased for her with Dean’s plagiarised credit card. The two of you spent hours talking to each other and laughing at the other's jokes and you barely noticed the sun setting and the busy diner thinning out, she had even reached out to grab your hand from across the table which she kept there until her it was eventually time to leave. 

You walked her back to her house, slightly disheartened when you finally reached it and the pair of you paused just in front of it. 

Reaching out, she tucked a loose piece of your hair behind your ear. The closeness made your stomach flutter and you blushed. Suddenly her rosy lips were on yours. You leaned into the kiss, kissing her back with the same keen gentleness that she had initiated it with. When she finally pulled away, the kiss leaving you breathless, the two of you let out a small chuckle only to have the moment ruined by a passer by who glared at the two of you in disgust before rolling his eyes.

“Great, just what this town needs. More dykes.” His words cut deep and your heart sank as they crushed everything you had been working to accept was okay about yourself. The longer you looked at him, the more you recognised him. It was the boy from the diner. The one that had tried to ask you out but you ignored. It seemed he also seemed to recognise you too.

“You’re the girl from the diner.” He started shaking his head. “No wonder you weren’t interested you fucking freak.”

“Excuse you?” your date asked, clenching her fists and taking a step forward. 

“I said you’re disgusting.” He spat. “That shouldn’t even be allowed.”

“Listen here-” She took another step forward, but you put out a hand to stop her. The last thing the two of you needed now was for this to become a fight. 

“Don’t. Just leave it.”

She stepped back and with one last huff the boy left with his head held high.  

“I’m sorry-” 

“It’s not your fault.” She said as you looked at your shoes. 

“I know… but I can’t help but feel responsible.”

“Well you shouldn’t.” She told you, cupping your face and cutting off any more of your protesting with another kiss to your lips before turning up the steps to her house. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

~

Sam and Dean were still awake when you shuffled in through the door, trying to poorly plaster a smile on your face. Of course they were, they wouldn’t sleep until they knew you were safely in bed at the motel. Sam was typing away on his laptop at the table while Dean had sprawled himself out on the bed with a box of pizza and was watching shitty tv. 

“There she is!” Dean said when he saw you in the doorway. “How was it?”

You shrugged, trying to keep up a happy facade. “It was good.”

“What’s the matter, kiddo?” Sam frowned as he shut his laptop and crossed the room to sit on the bed. 

“Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

“I told you. It’s nothing.”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Did things not work out between the two of you?” Dean asked.

“No. No. It’s not that.”

“Then what?” your eldest brother pressed.

“Someone said something.” You admitted, eyes finally brimming with tears that you had tried so desperately hard to keep from escaping. The boys words had made you feel so... wrong. “The boy from the diner. Called us names. Said we were ‘freaks’”

“He what?” Dean clenched his fists, but Sam shut him down with one look as you began to cry. 

“Oh kid” Sam said, pulling you close to his chest. “You’re not a freak. Don’t listen to him.”

“But I am, Sammy.” 

“No.” Dean shut you down quickly. “Don’t say that Y/N. You are perfect just the way you are.”

Sam agreed. “Exactly. Who cares what that guy thinks, Y/N?”

“Me?” you sniffled “I don’t want people to treat me differently-”

“We’re not gonna treat you differently. You think we’d really do that, Kid? We’re your brothers.” Sam asked gently. 

“Exactly. You don’t see us treating Charlie any differently, do you?”

“No.” you moved your head away from Sam’s shirt which was now covered in your tears to see Dean moving closer to you. 

“We love you unconditionally, sweetheart.” He said and he wrapped you up in his arms, placing his chin atop your head. “Nothing you could tell us is ever going to change that. Nothing.”

[hellhoundsprey]

alexa, play "she knows it"

happy (genderbent) wincest wednesday 🤎! I'm whipping up one fanart for every ww of 2024—if you have any wincest-related art prompts (sfw or nsfw), feel free to send them my way!

[cuntnikida]

draw your ship like this:

[annmariethrush]

Need Kathryn Newton back as Claire in the reboot specifically for her to make a joke about Dean wanting to fuck her dad with an autistic guy inside him

[v4mp-l0v3r]

i need to draw lesbian destiel AHHHHHH

[nothingfromnowherenooneatall]

Sat in my armchair with my cat, a bottle of red wine and Supernatural on my laptop.

When I came out as trans, I thought I’d be a hot goth girl in the club, not ‘sad divorced wine aunt in the body of a 26 year old’ but y’know what?

I was wrong. This shit rocks, I’ve never been so powerful.

The cishets tremble in fear before me, my ascension to divinity is beyond their comprehension.

[johnsotherbastard]

Dick Roman said the leviathans couldn't copy Charlie because she had "a spark" that they couldn't replicate, but the leviathans replicated Sam and Dean just fine so I can only assume this "spark" is just lesbianism

[phrysic]

wlw sastiel on a silver platter

[moomnyn]

[scatterbugged]

this shot is so castiel-coded. literal casgirl. wtaching her hetero lover have weird kinky sex roleplay with her stupid mustached husband. out in the rain in her stupidly big flasher coat. on the outside looking in. god

[sammyluvr]

cry for me — ruby ꒦꒷ kinktober day four ; dacryphilia

cw : gn!reader, smut, dom!ruby, ruby with a strap <3, petnames (baby, crybaby), swearing, teasing, overstimulation, unedited, 1.2K words. MDNI !!! 18+ ONLY.

“fuck!” you pant out, fingers clawing at the sheets of the bed. your chest heaves and ruby drinks in the sight of you under her. she’s so small, but she somehow manages to tower over you. 

as for how she gets her power over you, that’s less of a mystery. she’s got wide puppy dog eyes when she wants something, pretty words, a prettier face, and the prettiest body. she has a charming voice, jokes that make you laugh, and a laugh that makes you smile. ruby has skilled hands, skilled hips, and a skilled tongue. and she always fucks you so good.

she teases too. all night, and now that her strap is finally slamming into you after she went so agonizingly slow, you’re overwhelmed. it’s so much. and it’s so good.

ruby grunts as she pushes into you, one hand grabbing at the flesh over your ribs and her thumb pushing into your lower chest. her other hand is wrapped around one of your wrists, pushing it into the bed. your fingers strain, wanting to hold her hand, but she doesn’t let you. your free hand was holding her wrist against your body a minute ago, but as her hips snap into yours, you’re too much of a mess to keep your hands steady in one spot.

in attempts to keep your legs from closing around her waist or your hips from bucking up too much and ruining this perfect rhythm, your hand flies above your head, grasping the pillow. you push your face into the plush beneath you and squeeze your eyes shut before remembering you want to watch her. you moan unabashedly and you writhe because you’re trying to stay still.

“feels so good, doesn’t it?” she groans, head tipping back as she chases her own pleasure. seeing you already fucked out underneath her gets her going. she’s high off of your moans, the squelching, lewd sounds of your pussy, the sheen of sweat over your body, and your desperate face. “fuck,” she grunts under her breath, and you wonder how her voice sounds so pretty like that.

and it’s just so fucking good and your body runs out of ways to react to the hot, heavy pleasure, so your eyes fill with tears. your skin was warmer than ruby’s. her face is flushed, but you feel like yours is on fire. ruby notices your eyes shining, but she just keeps fucking you. she’s gonna make you cry, she’s sure of it. she just won’t tease right now, not yet.

what she will do is fuck you harder. you let out a strangled cry, and she looks triumphant.

“oh, god!” you whine. “pl-please, ruby! gonna cum!” you’re out of breath, panting.

“yeah? you wanna cum?” she asks, rubbing her thumb over the skin of your side and squeezing your wrist a bit harder. her voice is strained, her lips are parted, and she just ruts into you. “you wanna cum around my cock?”

“wanna cum, wanna cum!” you babble, completely breathless. there’s this tight pressure in your throat that mimics the pressure in your lower belly that’s ready to burst. “gonna cum on your cock!” she slides her hand down and harshly presses the pad of her thumb over your clit. she sends you tumbling into ecstasy, and you let out a sharp whine. your eyes squeeze shut and the first tear rolls down your cheek.

“baby, are you crying?” she asks, fucking you through it. her voice is determined and devoid of sympathy. your cheeks are wet and the sheets are wetter. “dick so good, you’re crying about it?” you feel too good, too gone, to respond, so you just moan. the sound is supposed to be a complaint at her teasing, but it just comes out sounding pleasured as your legs tremble around her.

she doesn’t stop. she’s ravenous for more, she needs to see you cry.

“r-ruby,” you choke out. the high of your orgasm fades, but she just keeps hitting that spot deep inside you. with the added wet of your cum, her strap just slips right in and out. there’s no resistance except the desperate clenching of your pussy. “sh-shit! it’s too much, baby,” you whine. it’s not as if this is the first time that she’s done this, you’re just so sensitive today. but your tears don’t stop, so she doesn’t either.

“i’m gonna make you sob, baby. you’re so pretty when you cry,” she pants out, sweat beading her brow. you want to lick it from her face. 

ruby makes good on her promise. she keeps fucking you so hard that she cums, but even then she doesn’t stop. her hips falter a moment, she moans real loud, and you feel her warm cum on your cunt. then she keeps going. she practically abuses your pretty pussy and it makes you cry.

your tears flow, your breathing is erratic, and it’s not long before it’s so good and you’re so gone that you just sob. you hiccup, you pant, you whine, and your tears wet the pillowcase. they wet her hand when she wraps it loosely around your throat.

“you look so fucking pretty like this. so pathetic, crying for me,” she croons, absolutely delighted by the sight of your chest shaking with stuttering breath. any word you try to force through your tears are incoherent, but you don’t have to say anything meaningful for her to know when you’re close again. her condescension just pushes you closer to orgasm. you feel pitiful for crying like this, and you feel so good because she loves it so damn much.

once again, your hands are practically flailing with your complete loss of composure, clawing at her arm, gripping at her wrist, wrinkling the sheets with all the pressure, heat, and sweat of your hand. your pussy throbs, your lungs ache, and your whole body shakes. that spot in your abdomen burns and your head is fuzzy in all the right ways.

and when she makes you cum again, you wail, so she cums too. she works you through it again, but this time she collapses onto you as you come down from the high together. ruby’s hot, quick breath tickles the skin of your neck and you tangle a hand in her hair. residual sobs wrack your body once or twice more as you finally are allowed to just melt into the softness of the bed beneath you. you’re not crying so much now, but a few more tears escape your eyes.

and ruby just can’t help it, so she pushes herself back up and she kisses the tear stains on your face. and her kisses are no chaste peck, and she most certainly uses more than just her lips. no, she presses open mouthed kisses to your cheeks and jaw and the corners of your eyes like she’d done to your neck not too long ago. 

she licks the tears from your face and you do nothing to stop her. her hands roam your chest and she doesn’t bother to wipe any of her saliva from your skin. she wants it to dry there with any leftover tears.

“my little crybaby,” she murmurs against the skin of your cheek. “gonna make you cry every day, baby.”

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[sleepyagent]

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