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whatareyousearchingfordean · 18 days ago

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The Heat of the Matter

Summary: Dreams are keeping her awake, so Y/n decides to visit Dean at work

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: 1.3K+

Warnings: Language, sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it), low-key voyeurism

Author’s Note: I can't believe I wrote words! It's not a lot of words but it's words. This little one-shot was inspired by a dream I had the other night so enjoy!

Check out Alexandra’s Library for more works by yours truly!

“It’s late.”

The statement was laced with more concern than it was accusatory. The firefighter stood before her in a dark pair of joggers and a t-shirt with the department emblem on his left chest. His hair was ruffled as if he had just run his hands through it before greeting her. For a moment, she felt bad for waking him, until she remembered that he had answered her text almost immediately. He had been awake too.

“Couldn’t sleep, weird dreams,” she replied, pushing past him into the darkness of the fire station. Dean had met her at the back door, leading straight to the firehouse living quarters. The kitchen was easily recognizable as she stepped into it, even in the darkness. The double industrial-sized refrigerators hummed in the distance and the large dining table, big enough for at least a dozen men, loomed in the center of the space.

“So you decide to visit me at work… in the middle of the night?” Dean closed the door, the latch clicking quietly behind them. She hummed to herself as she ran a finger across the glossy wood of the table, the red Maltese firefighter cross in the center shining in the little bit of light coming from outside.

“I was lying in bed, staring up at the fan whirring above me, and it got me thinking,” she answered as she continued deeper into the station, towards the one place she truly wanted to see. Dean’s soft footsteps followed after her, through the rec room and finally stopping just before the door to the apparatus bay.

“About?” He tried again, his curiosity rising with her elusive behavior.

She pursed her lips as if she had to remember what had been keeping her up, before turning to push into the bay. The large space somehow felt freeing as she stepped into the moonlight streaming in from the large windowed doors. She no longer had to hold back.

“Me, you… us.”

“Us?” Dean paused in the doorway as she skipped towards the engine. The soft summer dress she had slipped on in her haste to get out the door flowed around her as she spun back to face him, cross-armed and leaning against the open door frame.

“You know I’ve never gotten to sit in one of these?” The woman ran her painted fingers across the shiny chrome and fire-red paint.

Dean’s nose scrunched at her sudden change in topic. She continued to smile softly at him until he rolled his eyes at her, giving in easily to whatever it was she wanted.

“Better late than never,” Dean sighed and made his way over to her. The firefighter pulled the engine door open, the creak of the metal echoing around the open space. He offered her his hand, helping the woman into the backseat before slipping in behind her and shutting the door.

The pair sat across from each other, their legs intertwined in the small space. She looked around her, taking in the equipment that hung overhead and the station name stitched into the fabric of the seats.

“You wanna tell me what this is really about now?” Dean’s voice had her looking back at him, his hands clasped in his lap as he waited patiently for her to reveal her true motives for coming here.

“Everybody’s sleeping?”

“What? Y/n/n, this is-”

“Is everybody asleep?” She asked again, not letting him finish what was sure to be an aggravated rant. He searched her face, looking for something within her features that might answer whatever questions were running through his mind. After a moment, he finally relented with a soft nod of affirmation.

Leaning forward, the woman placed her hands on Dean’s thighs, slowly running them up toward his hips. Dean sat back in the seat, letting his hands drop to his side as he looked at her, eyes going wide. It was clear this was the last thing he had expected, but he made no move to stop her as she climbed into his lap.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” His voice was a breath against his lips as her hands found their place at the column of his neck.

“I thought that much was obvious,” she replied with a smile, leaning in to brush her lips against his pulse just below his jaw. Dean’s hands found the dip in her waist and he gripped tight, fingers curling into the light fabric.

“This is what you dreamt about, wasn’t it?” It all had finally clicked for him. The being awake in the middle of the night, the needing to see him right away, she had dreamed about being with him and now she was all worked up and needy.

The woman nodded as she continued her assault on his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the length of it before licking up toward his jaw. He turned his head toward the action, catching her lips with his own and sucking her tongue into his mouth. A low moan vibrated in her chest, urging him on. His thick arms snaked around her, pulling them impossibly close to each other and sending a jolt of excitement through her nervous system when she felt the length of him below her.

“Okay, sweetheart.”

That was all she needed to know he was all in and she reached behind herself to pull the zipper of her dress down her back. As the material fell from her body, she pulled her arms free from the dress’ straps. Her body reacted to the cool air inside the engine, goose bumps rising under her skin and her nipples hardening.

“We’ve gotta be quick,” she explained as she slid back on his thighs, giving herself just enough access to pull on the elastic of his waistband. Dean lifted his hips to allow her to move his sweats and boxers to his thighs.

“Fuck.” the expletive dripped from his tongue as she took his length in her hand, squeezing gently as she ran her hand from the base of his shaft to the head, bringing his arousal to life. Spitting in her palm, she repeated the action one more time before moving her hips back to his. The woman slid her panties to the side to line him up with her core and sank onto him.

Her breath caught in her throat as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Once her muscles relaxed to the fullness, she began, rolling her hips as she moved up and down. Dean’s fingers dug into the flesh at her waist as he helped her with the motion, his hips meeting hers thrust for thrust.

The dream had left her so inflamed with need that she could already tell she was close. Her body thrummed with the arousal that flooded her bloodstream, releasing itself from its confines with every moan that fell from her lips.

å“Dean,” she whined as he buried his face in her neck. He was letting her lead this time, letting her use him to get herself off, but she knew how much he was holding back.

“Yeah, baby, I know, come for me.” His breath fanned over her as her pace quickened in search of her climax.

A bolt of electricity sparked across her nervous system, snapping the band in her belly and sending her arousal over that final cliff. Her legs shook around his hips, the muscles losing their strength with her orgasm. Dean grunted below her and she just barely registered him twitching inside her, having found his end along with her.

“Was that better than your dream?” He asked with a wry chuckle, pulling his head back to look at her flushed face. She wrinkled her nose, feigning ignorance for a moment before leaning in to kiss him slow and deep.

“Let’s just say, I crossed something off my bucket list that I didn’t even know was on there.” She admitted before peppering soft kisses across his cheek.

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#kinda forgot I wrote this #then an old file jogged my memory #always reblogging firefighter Dean #random reblog

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 18 days ago

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That was so beautiful, ugh. All us Dean girls can probably agree that we want nothing more than to wrap him in a blanket and show him all the love he’s ever deserved and man you just so eloquently put it into words

Bravo

Need

Dean x Reader

WC: ~2800

Caveat: Smut, fluff, and feels, teensy bit of angst?, emotional Dean, emotional sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (female receiving) squirting.

A/N: So I have like five WIPs but no…muse wants me to write something completely new! Not sure where this came from, but @plaidstiel-wormstache , I did manage to get one of the gifs you sent me ages ago entwined in here! Just a feels-y little oneshot to get me back in the game. Thanks for reading!

The heavy smell of burning wood woke her from a blissfully dreamless sleep. She panicked for a second, until she remembered where she was. A peek out the bedroom window didn’t offer any indication of what time it was – light snowflakes floated down against a backdrop of leafless trees and an overcast sky. She heard Dean moving around in the kitchen, the scent of coffee seeping through the thin layer of smoke that must have escaped from the fireplace. Happy to know he was up and about, she stretched her way out from under a heavy, handmade patchwork quilt. She ruffled through her bag, pulling out a soft, long-sleeved shirt and pajama pants. This was a rare weekend away for them, and she wanted to just bask in the comfort of it for a few days.

Keep reading

#fic rec

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 18 days ago

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August 21st is Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day 💕

Let’s be honest - we all forget to leave a comment sometimes. We don’t always go out of our way to click the “come talk to me on tumblr” link on AO3 to scream about the fic in the author’s inbox. On August 21st I encourage you to take a moment and show fanfic writers that you appreciate them!

How can you do it?

leave a comment and kudos on every fic you finish reading. Doesn’t matter how short. Doesn’t matter if you’re just repeating what other people have already said. Just be kind! Keysmashing, Caps Lock, and live commenting appreciated! (Bonus points if you leave a comment on every chapter)

ideas for what to put in a comment: one | two | three | four

floaty review box for ao3 (super useful for commenting as you read + it has a ‘review tips’ button if you feel stuck)

reblog ficlets, drabbles, fics, fic rec posts, etc. Put a nice comment in the tags. Remember that likes, while appreciated, don’t give the writer any exposure, meaning the posts don’t reach more people

go to your local fanfic writer’s inbox and talk to them about their fic of your choice. Let them know how long ago you’ve read it and what story point/sentence/scene still makes you smile when you think about it

send thank you messages to fic writers. In a world where you have to pay for almost everything, they’re supplying you with countless hours of free entertainment. It can get quite lonely without getting messages acknowledging the hours they spend writing stories - let them know their time and effort is appreciated

make fic rec posts and @ the authors whose fics you’re recommending! (believe me, fic writers love to see their stories in these posts)

create something inspired by a fic! You can draw fanart, make a moodboard or aesthetic post, or even write a song for the fic you love. Whether you’re a beginner or a pro doesn’t matter - the thought alone is what counts more than anything <3

buy the writer a coffee if they have a ko-fi page and you have some change lying around c: Caffeine keeps most fic writers awake when they struggle with a particularly slow draft or a difficult scene. More coffee, more words.

These are only some ideas out of the sea of possible ways to appreciate fanfic writers. On August 21st show the writers in your fandom(s) some love <3

#fanfic writer appreciation day

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 18 days ago

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Countdown - S1.EP11 / Run

MARK MEACHUM!!! OMG I CAN'T BREATHE... THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 🫦🫦

#oh man oh man #I am in love #mark meachum #countdown

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 18 days ago

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#writing is hard

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 19 days ago

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The One Where Everyone Finds Out

A Happiness Saga Timestamp

Summary: While in town for a press tour, Y/n and Jensen take the next step in their relationship.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Plus size!Reader

Word Count: 1.9K+

Warnings: Very brief angst, mentions of anxiety

Author’s Note: Oh, it was so glorious to step back into this story and work with these characters again. My happy place, my comfort zone. I can never let these two go, and so shall the timestamps continue to come. You may notice a bit of divergence from the original storyline in the Happiness Begins epilogue, which was a necessity to expand the story; hope you don't mind. And of course, many, many, thanks to my forever hype woman @waywardbeanie

Catch up with the series masterlist and check out Alexandra’s Library for more works by yours truly!

The manager of the hotel pushed open the door to the suite with a flourish, beckoning the three inside. Y/n led the trio in, trying not to let her jaw drop as she took in the expansive hotel room. Jensen let out a low whistle as he followed close behind, his hand on the small of her back.

“They outdid themselves this time.” Jared agreed as he brought up the rear.

The studio had booked them the presidential suite for their short press trip to New York City. It boasts two king rooms plus a kitchen and living area.

As she allowed herself to take everything in, her gaze landed on the bucket of champagne and flowers on the coffee table. She looked back at her boyfriend, finding him with a grin already on his face.

“For me?”

“For us,” he affirmed. Y/n tsked as she pulled him to her and planted a lingering kiss on his lips. She all but forgot about their present company when he cleared his throat.

“I haven’t brought my noise-cancelling headphones with me, so just keep it down tonight, please?” Jared teased from his place beside the door. He stood leaning against his suitcase, an eyebrow quirked up at the couple.

“Come on, Jared.” Y/n whined as she untangled herself from Jensen.

“Dude, why do you have to be like that?” Jensen commented.

“Hey, you two are the ones who can’t keep their hands to themselves.”

“Yeah, well, no need to worry about that for much longer.” Y/n rolled her eyes as she leaned down to smell the flowers beside her.

Jensen whipped his head to her. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I just mean, everyone knows you two are in town, and I’m not risking people seeing us.” She continued to examine the room, unaware of the look her boyfriend was throwing her.

“Come again?” Y/n paused and turned to the actor, her skin prickling as the tone of his voice hit her. She stared at him for a moment, confusion written into both of their expressions.

“Okay, well, I’m going to go freshen up so you two can argue in peace.” Jared put his hands up after an awkward beat before flitting off towards the nearest bedroom.

“We’re not arguing.” The couple said at the same time, both of their voices on edge as they watched him disappear.

Jensen turned back to Y/n, waiting until he heard the door close before speaking again. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on, Jay.”

“Then why don’t you want to be seen with me?”

“It’s not about you, exactly.” She sighed.

“Oh, now I feel better.” Y/n groaned under her breath.

“I’m just… not ready to share us with the world.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t think I can handle it.”

“You are going to have to give me more than that.”

“Jay, you are not on social media like I am, let alone on social media as a woman. My… my body has always been fair game for people, and I do my best to shut it out, but it’s not easy. I don’t think I can handle the barrage of Supernatural fans that will flock to my socials to tear me a new one.” Y/n rubbed at her temples. This was the last thing she saw happening today.

“How do anonymous people online matter?”

“They matter because no matter how hard I try, there will always be this voice in the back of my head that tells me I’m not the type of woman you should be with.”

“And why does this voice get to decide this for me?” His voice softened.

“You’re not listening to me.”

“Honey, I’m listening.” He paused to look her up and down. “Look, I love you, all of you. Every piece of you that that voice tells you is unworthy, I love them all. I love you so damn much that even though I want to shout it from the rooftops, I’ll hide you from the world forever if that is what you need.” Jensen ran a thumb over her cheekbone before leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose. “All I want is you; however you’ll have me.”

“Now I feel like an asshole.” Jensen let out a full-bellied laugh at her pout.

“You’re my asshole.” He kissed her lips not once, but repeatedly until she was a giggling mess in his arms, the pressure of being in the public eye melted away, if only for that moment.

****

The black SUV rolled slowly down the packed streets of Manhattan. Y/n watched out the blackened windows, taking in the crowds of people, each in their own worlds as she was.

The churning in her gut had begun this morning when, in an anxious tizzy, she had changed her outfit for the day three different times. She knew Jensen had grown a bit exasperated with her when she asked his opinion on the third outfit and he’d answered with barely a glance her way. Not that she blamed him, she knew how she was acting, but it was hard to break the pattern when in it. In the end, of course, she went with the first outfit.

After their conversation yesterday, Y/n had begun to feel increasingly ashamed of her stance on their relationship being public. The fear certainly hadn’t subsided, and she supposed it never would, but the last thing she wanted was to hurt Jensen over something so small. It would be the natural next step for the two of them, and if she was serious about him, she had to swallow all of that down.

“What’s going on in your mind there?” Jensen’s soft voice broke her out of her thoughts. Y/n turned her head to smile.

“Just thinking.” It wasn’t a lie.

“About?”

“I’m scared of stepping out of this car outside the studio.” She admitted to him. Jensen nodded, reaching over to take her hand and entwine their fingers.

“We take it however you want to. I’m ready for people to know about us, but I get it if you’re not. Just know I’m here for you no matter what.” Jensen lifted their hands and kissed her knuckles, bringing back the soft smile to her face. “All that matters is that you know that I love you and that I know you love me. Everything else is just noise.”

“I know.”

“Doesn’t have to be today either. We’ve got time.” He continued.

“A lifetime?” She teased him with a grin, her tongue poking between her teeth.

Jensen mirrored her smile. “In every lifetime.”

“Right answer.” Clif piped up from the front seat, sending them all into a fit a laughter.

The car came to a stop, and as suspected, the entrance to the studio was littered with fans and cameras. Jensen squeezed her hand as Jared opened the door and slipped out. Y/n followed after him across the bench seat, taking his hand and allowing her brother to help her step down out of the car.

The cameras had begun flashing the instant the door popped open. Y/n was grateful that she was sporting a pair of sunglasses for fear she might have been stunned from the sudden brightness. Clif guided her and the studio’s publicist behind the boys as they made their rounds.

It was something she never got tired of watching: her brother and her boyfriend interacting with their fans. They were naturals, flitting from person to person, signing autographs and taking selfies as if it was just another Tuesday. Though she supposed for them it was, but for her, she’s not sure she would ever get used to it.

As they neared the building, Jensen turned back after the end of the line of people. He paused at the open door that Jared had just disappeared through and turned back to his girlfriend. He raised his brow at her, a silent question for her.

Ah, hell, she thought to herself, it was now or never.

Y/n reached out her hand to him, which he took without hesitation, a little smirk on his face as he did so. Jensen pulled her into his side and slid his arm around her waist before guiding her inside. The last thing she heard before the door closed behind them was a collective gasp from the fans.

Once inside, they were guided to the green room, where they were seated in front of the talk show’s makeup artists. Y/n leaned against the counter, watching the work be done in silence as the butterflies in her stomach lost their mind.

It wasn’t long after they were being mic’d up and guided to the stage. A PA gave a quick rundown of things, and then they were waiting for the cameras to roll. Jensen gave her a quick kiss before she was guided to a seat in the front row.

There was a short monologue about the show, and the boys, then Jared and Jensen were introduced, and they made their way onto the set. The interview started with some basic pleasantries, burying the lead to the questions surrounding the final season of Supernatural.

“Now, Jensen, we have to ask,” the interviewer folded his hands in his lap.

“Uh oh.” Jensen laughed along with the entire crowd.

“While Supernatural is coming to an end this month, we heard that however, you have had some new beginnings.” Jensen stared at him, his confusion evident in his features. “Word in the street is you have been spending some time with a new special someone.”

“Oh, the word on the street, huh?” Jensen swallowed deeply, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes flit to hers across the stage. She felt like she had been punched in the stomach, the wind knocked from her body, leaving an empty hole. With a huff of breath, she shrugged her shoulders, letting him know she trusted him to answer.

“This is juicy stuff.” Jared filled the silence, rubbing his palms together.

“I guess the cat is out of the bag.” Jensen began after looking back at his friend. “Uh, yeah. I have been seeing someone.”

“And you brought her here with you,” the interviewer continued to egg him on.

Jensen licked his lips, once again looking to his girlfriend for guidance. All she could do was nod in acceptance. This was happening faster than she thought it would.

“I did. Hi, honey.” Jensen waved to her, and before she knew it, a bright camera was on her face, followed by the lens of a camera. Y/n waved on instinct, trying to keep her face as relaxed as possible. The crowd cheered as she blew a kiss to her boyfriend.

The interviewer continued with his questions, and she supposed he didn’t know who she was, as she had expected a quip about being Jared’s sister. Y/n zoned out for the rest of the taping after that until Clif showed up to bring her backstage once again.

“Well, that was unexpected.” Jensen grimaced as she came up to him. Y/n pulled her phone from her pocket, which hadn’t stopped buzzing. She showed him the endless notifications that now littered her homescreen.

“Like you said, cats out of the bag.”

“And you’re okay?”

Y/n stepped into him, fisting the fabric of his suit jacket, and pulled them chest to chest. “Never better.”

“Oh, thank God,” Jensen dramatically relaxed into her embrace before leaning down to capture her lips with his own.