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i’d do anything for my moots if they asked me. unless they ask me to make my masterlist better.
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suuuuper unrelated but if i did a bit of a character analysis on sam and how he's important to me would you guys read it?
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just a note that i will be making headers for each fic that's been requested it's just that i didn't have the time to make them when I posted them.
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TRAINING ASSISTANCE
personal trainer!dean x fem!reader
cw: 18+ MDNI ; protected p in v (for once), oral (f. receiving), soft dom!dean, gym sex.
asked by anon: Hear me out personal trainer dean 🤭
a/n : this took wayy too long to write. i had to scrap so much i feel that i pestered my gym rat cousin for details 😔 hope y'all like it tho.


You were an actress preparing for the role of a character who was a little buff. You tried to work out, trying some workout routines you found online, spending money on protein shakes—the whole shtick. However, it was hard for you to find that motivation to push past your limits. You could manage a few reps, a few mornings of cardio, but then the drive would fizzle out.
Then, Dean Winchester—your personal trainer. He wasn’t one of those drill-sergeant types who barked orders or made you feel small. Dean was… kind. Encouraging. Always right there, spotting you when your arms trembled, smiling when you cursed him under your breath, steadying you when you felt like collapsing. He had this way of believing in you so fiercely that it made you believe in yourself.
And then, one day, after you barely managed to eke out a final set of push-ups, he crouched down in front of you, green eyes soft with pride and something hotter flickering behind them.
“You did it,” he said quietly, brushing sweaty hair back from your forehead. “I know you didn’t think you could, but look at you. Pushed right past it.” His lips quirked into that crooked smile. “And I think you deserve a little reward.”
Before you could ask what he meant, Dean was guiding you gently onto the bench you did your bench presses on, his hands surprisingly tender as they slid down your sides. He spread your thighs with reverence, pressing a warm kiss to your knee, then the inside of your thigh, then lower still. He tugged your gym shorts with a little tug— which was half urgent and half reverent, which drove you more crazy than the act itself.
You gasped as his mouth found you, soft and wet and eager, his tongue lapping at you like he’d been waiting all day. He wasn’t growling or rough, not tonight. He was savoring you, moaning quietly against your skin, his hands holding you steady when your legs trembled from exertion and arousal all at once.
“God, sweetheart,” he murmured between strokes of his tongue, his voice full of awe. “You taste so good… I could do this forever.”
Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging helplessly as he nuzzled closer, sucking gently at your clit until your hips bucked up. He pulled back only to smile up at you, green eyes soft, shining with pride.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Let go for me. You’ve earned it. Every damn second of this.”
And then he went back to work, tongue pressing deeper, lips wrapped around you with unshakable devotion. Dean wasn’t just rewarding you—he was worshipping you, showing you with every slow, filthy lick how proud he was, how much he loved watching you fall apart because you pushed yourself just a little further than you thought you could.
It had been a few weeks since you first started training with Dean, and the difference was undeniable. Your arms didn’t give out as quickly, your squats were deeper, and you could actually push past that mental wall that used to stop you cold.
But by now, it was practically routine— train hard, sweat harder, then let Dean eat you out until your legs gave way all over again. You’d started to crave it almost as much as the workouts themselves. But tonight, you noticed something different in him.
Dean had been pushing you harder all session, watching you with this focused intensity that made your stomach flip. And when you finished your last set—muscles shaking, lungs burning—he didn’t drop down between your thighs like usual.
Instead, he crouched in front of you, brushing sweaty hair from your face, green eyes sparkling with something you hadn’t seen before: anticipation.
“Baby,” he said softly, “you’ve been killin’ it these last couple weeks. You’ve gotten stronger. Quicker. You push past every wall you hit.” He swallowed, lips twitching into that crooked grin. “And… I’ve been thinkin’ about how I wanna reward you when you were ready for it.”
Your brows furrowed—until he reached into his gym bag and pulled out a foil packet. A condom.
Your breath caught.
“You don’t have to say yes,” he said quickly, always gentle even when filthy. “But I can’t stop thinkin’ about stretchin’ you out, slow and sweet. Making you come on my cock instead of my tongue.” His voice dropped, You’ve earned it, baby.”
Dean chuckled at your expression, a little sheepish but very, very turned on. “Yeah. I’ve had this in my bag for days, just in case. Figured you’d tell me if you weren’t ready. But, sweetheart—” he leaned in, kissed you breathless, “—I’ve been thinkin’ about fuckin’ you every time I watched you push through one more rep. Every time you cried out on that last squat. Every time I tasted how much you wanted me after a workout.”
Heat rushed through you, need pooling low and sharp. “Dean…”
“You don’t have to say yes,” he said quickly, always gentle even when filthy. “But I can’t stop thinkin’ about stretchin’ you out, slow and sweet. Making you cum on my cock instead of my tongue.” His voice dropped, “You’ve earned it, baby.”
The word earned had you shivering. You nodded.
Dean’s breath shuddered out, relief and hunger all mixed together. He kissed you again, deeper this time, fumbling with his sweats to roll the condom on. His hands shook a little, but not from nerves—he was holding back, reigning himself in.
When he slid inside you, he groaned against your neck, one hand gripping your hip tight like he needed the anchor. “Oh, fuck. You feel… unreal.”
He stayed still, forehead pressed to yours. “Tell me if it’s too much. I’ll stop.”
But you clung to him, urging him to move. And when he did—slow at first, then deeper, steadier—you realized he’d been rehearsing this in his head for weeks. Every thrust was deliberate, like he was savoring you.
Dean’s voice was filthy, but his tone was warm, encouraging—just like in the gym.
“That’s it, baby. Taking me so good.”
“God, you feel so tight—don’t let go yet, I wanna make it last.”
“Fuck—look at you, so strong, pushin’ through this like a champ.”
He kissed you between the filth, sweet and tender, even as his hips snapped harder, chasing both your highs. And when you came, he held you tight, whispering praise into your ear—“That’s my girl, knew you could do it”—while he fucked you through it, before collapsing against you with a groan, the condom filling between you.
After, when he pulled out and carefully cleaned you up, he smiled, that proud, playful smile. “Guess I’ll have to keep extra condoms in my bag now, huh? You keep makin’ progress like this, I’m never lettin’ you go without a reward.”

TAGLIST
@ultrafemviolence, @butterphiiss @nicetomeachum, @bowxs @castielsonlyangel @honeyyxxbee, @bruisedfig, @deansbbyx
#dean winchester smut#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x female reader#jensen ackles smut#jensen ackles x reader#dean winchester x you
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I don’t want to come across as a troublemaker, so I’ll keep this on anon. Since you asked for context though, I’ll explain, and please don’t feel obliged to respond to this publicly. The issue with her isn’t a one-off incident; it’s a pattern that’s been going on for quite a while, and with more than a handful of people. She doesn’t just send a request and leave it be. She’ll resend the same thing over DM, sometimes without even bothering to reword it, or keep pressing in different ways until it barely feels like there’s any option to say no. A lot of people end up giving in simply to get her to stop, which isn’t fair and makes the space rather draining. I even know of people who’ve shut their asks altogether because of her.
On top of that, she jumps into DMs far too often, clearly looking for attention, and doesn’t respect it when people don’t want to engage. At that point it stops being enthusiasm and starts to feel intrusive , bordering on harassment. And it’s not just one or two people who feel this way. She even made an “apology” post a while back where she tagged @bowxs and @prettyinpeaches by name, admitting she’d been pestering them. But nothing really changed afterwards; the same behaviour carried on.
What makes it worse is that if anyone does try to raise it directly with her, she simply blocks them, I know this firsthand. That leaves no way to resolve it privately or to have a proper conversation about boundaries, because she cuts it off straight away. That’s why it comes across as deliberate now: she knows exactly what she’s doing and chooses not to stop.
And then there’s her writing. It’s AI-generated, if you run it through a detector, it comes back 100% AI. On its own, that might not matter to some, but combined with how much pressure she puts on others, it leaves a sour taste.
So that’s the bigger picture. This isn’t about stirring drama or trying to gang up on anyone, it’s that her behaviour has been a problem for a number of people for quite a long time, and it’s reached the point where people are fed up and uncomfortable. I only wanted to share this so that those who haven’t experienced that side of her yet know what to expect.
hi anon, thank you very much. thanks to you I found out that i wasn't the only one being bothered by her. i have a lot to say— i understand that you want to stay anonymous but thank you so much. if you're upto it, i'd like to talk to you about it. no pressure from my side.
hope you have a nice day anon ^^
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KISSES FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT AND YOUR SO AWESOME MWAH MWAH
AWWWW I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABY 🥺🥺🥺
MWAH KISSIE

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ON THE PHONE
soldier boy x fem!reader
cw : 18+ MDNI ; mutual masturbation, phone sex, usual filthy ben
@amethystmoonempress asked : Mutual masturbation with Soldier Boy, please.
You’re sprawled on the hotel bed, phone buzzing like a tiny warning bell. Ben. Your chest tightens—being apart from him has been hell—but you brace yourself for sweetness, not…this.
The moment you answer, your entire brain shorts out.
Ben’s on the screen, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, hand moving over himself with shocking efficiency. And the second he sees you pick up…panic flashes across his face.
“Shit—fuck! I—I thought this was…uh…just checking the camera!” he blurts, fumbling to cover himself.
You bite your lip, stifling a laugh. “Camera check, huh? That’s a hell of a check, Ben. Guess I should join you—seems only fair.”
He swallows hard, panic fading into that shameless, filthy glint in his eye. “Oh, you’re gonna join? Fuck, I was hoping you would…”
That’s the Ben you know— grumpy, filthy, shamelessly obsessed with turning you on. You slide a hand under your pajama bottoms, matching his pace, teasing him, “You’re filthy, you know that? Talking like that while you…do that.”
He groans, low and ragged, eyes locked on yours. “Filthy? Baby, you don’t know the half of it. I’ve been thinking about you all week…imagining you watching me, imagining your hands…fuck, it’s driving me crazy.”
You bite your lip, smirking through the blush. “Mhm? Tell me what you want me to do, old man. I’m listening.”
Ben leans closer to the screen, voice dropping into that guttural, commanding tone you melt for. “I want you to touch yourself for me. I want you moaning, writhing…screaming my name. I want to hear every little sound you make, feeling me, thinking about me.”
Heat coils in your stomach. Your fingers move faster, slick and eager, syncing with his rhythm. He shudders audibly, voice rough: “God, yes…just like that…you’re so wet for me already…”
“Yeah?” you whisper, teasing. “You like that? Watching me squirm while you…do that?”
He growls, hips jerking. “Fuck, yes…you don’t know how hard you make me just by looking at you like that…touching yourself for me. I want you writhing…screaming…”
The teasing becomes a synchronized dance. You push yourself to the edge, and he pushes too, each of you riding the heat with dirty whispers and guttural moans. His voice breaks into filthy, needy commands.
“Stroke faster…look at you, my sweet girl.. God, you sound so good… Say my name, baby.."
Every word, every groan, every shiver pulls you higher. You’re gasping, biting your lip, moaning his name, fingers slick, hips rolling with your hands. He’s filthy, shameless, commanding you with the kind of intensity that makes your toes curl and your stomach ache.
Finally, he can’t hold back. A strangled, desperate groan bursts from his lips as he shudders violently, cursing, voice broken. You follow almost immediately, collapsing back onto the bed, gasping and trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you.
For a long, heavy moment, neither of you speaks. Just panting, flushed, and grinning like idiots. Then Ben mutters, still ragged, “Next time…don’t wait so long. I want this again—and dirtier.”
TAGLIST
@nicetomeachum, @bowxs @castielsonlyangel, @ultrafemviolence, @bruisedfig, @honeyyxxbee, @deansbbyx
#soldier boy smut#jensen ackles smut#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy x female reader#jensen ackles x reader
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So glad my bangs look somewhat presentable after I cut them at a 3 am breakdown last year
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this might've been the stupidest conversation i've had with someone.
all this was in response to me saying i'm writing another fanfic on my CLOSE FRIENDS story btw


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it really bothers me that you are mates with mei when she goes about harassing people on the platform :'// and her writing is not her own either
wait whattt i need some context anon pls dm me
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OMG YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE ILY
HOW DID I ACTUALLY JUST HIT 500 ?
genuinely, I cannot believe it. thank you so much, sweeties, i love you all so so so much <33
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soldier boy masterlist
random stuff
69 post-compound v ben glasses boobjob ftm ben pussydrunk ben
requests
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GRACE & WINGS
castiel x fem!reader
cw: 18+ MDNI; riding, p in v, wing/grace kink, subby!cas, sensitive!cas.
anon asked : Hear me out - castiels grace kink/ wing kink- fem reader x cas 🤭
a/n : i hope it's alright if i made it as a sequel to my cas fic, "to understand want", anon. hope you enjoy!!
Your thighs burned faintly, but you didn’t care. The heat that pooled between your legs as you rocked down onto Cas was worth every second. His breath came in shallow, shaky gasps beneath you, his hands twitching against your hips like he wanted to hold you tighter but didn’t dare.
It was only your second time together, but the way Cas looked at you — wide-eyed, reverent, as if every inch of you was a prayer he didn’t deserve to touch — made your chest ache. His brow furrowed like the pleasure hurt, like he couldn’t understand why it felt so good, and it made you want to give him everything.
“You’re doing so well for me, Cas,” you whispered, leaning down to brush your lips against his jaw. “Taking me so perfectly.”
A broken sound tore from his throat. His hips bucked upward, uncoordinated, sloppy. “I— I c-can’t— it’s—”
You shushed him with a hand pressed gently to his chest. “Shh. Don’t think. Just feel.” You moved deliberately, rolling your hips in a way that dragged a loud gasp out of him.
His head tipped back against the pillow, lips parted, throat working as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t form the words. When his eyes opened again, there was a flicker of something else. Something he was holding back.
“I want…” His voice cracked, low and hoarse. “I want to show you.”
You stilled, still seated snugly on him. “Show me what, angel?” you asked softly.
The air thickened, humming faintly. A glow bled into the room, and for a moment, the shape of him shifted — the faint, translucent shimmer of wings unfurling at his back. You froze, breath caught in your throat.
They were only partial, muted, because you knew his true form was dangerous to mortals. But even this glimpse stole your words away. Ethereal feathers, barely tethered to this plane, stretched and arched above the bed, magnificent and trembling.
“Cas…” you breathed, your hand hovering uncertainly before brushing lightly against one.
The reaction was immediate. His whole body jerked, a strangled cry spilling from his lips. His hips bucked helplessly up into you, the sound somewhere between a moan and a plea.
Your lips curved slowly into a smile. “Oh,” you whispered, running your fingers along the trembling edge of a wing, “so sensitive here, aren’t you?”
“Please—” His voice broke, desperate, his chest heaving. “It’s—ah— too much—”
You dragged your hips down over him deliberately, fingers tracing the feathers again. He cried out, head tossing back, body arching off the bed. His hands finally gripped your hips tight, not to control, but to ground himself as he shuddered.
“Look at you,” you murmured, voice low but firm, “falling apart under me. Such a good angel, so desperate for me.”
His eyes found yours, glassy and wide, lips trembling as if he couldn’t hold himself together anymore. He gasped when your hand stroked over his wing again, his body thrusting up instinctively, messy, needy.
“Yes,” you encouraged, nails lightly scraping over the delicate feathers, “give me those sloppy little thrusts. Show me how badly you need me.”
A broken sob wrenched out of him as he obeyed, hips pumping upward in frantic, uncoordinated movements. You rode him through it, keeping steady, keeping firm, while his composure unraveled.
“That’s it, Cas. My beautiful angel. So good for me.” You pressed your forehead to his, breathing in the heat of him as his body trembled, wings quivering with every drag of your fingers. “You’re mine. Every sound, every thrust, every shiver. All mine.”
“I— I— oh—” He gasped, tears pricking his lashes as the sensations overwhelmed him. His hands clutched at you desperately, his body bowing upward, chasing the rhythm you set.
You held him through it, coaxing him with every word, every touch, until his thrusts grew messier, his breath louder, his voice breaking into helpless whimpers.
When he finally came undone, it was with his wings splayed wide, body trembling violently, and your name falling from his lips like a prayer.
You didn’t stop. You stroked his wings gently, riding him slower now, drawing out every tremor, every gasp, until he was nothing but a shaking, wrecked mess beneath you.
Finally, you leaned down, kissing him softly, reverently, your voice a whisper against his lips. “Mine, Cas. Always mine.”
His arms wrapped weakly around you, pulling you down into his chest as his wings slowly dimmed back into nothingness. And even then, with tears still clinging to his lashes and his body trembling from the aftershocks, he whispered back, voice raw and certain—
“Yes. Always yours.”
TAGLIST
@ultrafemviolence, @butterphiiss @nicetomeachum, @bowxs @castielsonlyangel
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a straight man found my ao3 (which has a couple of fics with wlw smut) through a friend of mine who told me she would love to read it. this dude texts me that i'm not there rn but if i was i'd see his hands in his pants.
genuinely how can i kill both of them? i never gave the other girl permission to send it to other people, but i genuinely feel so violated rn? especially since i've never really interacted with the dudes from my class— so it might as well be some random man telling me that?
imagine my surprise when a random guy i've never met and talked to texts me that my fic made him feel that way?
honestly i'm so disgusted. i'm not sure if this is supposed to affect me as much, but you can tell that these responses are a result of the blatant oversexualization of wlw relationships by MEN.
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saw smth on instagram that reminded me of them
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i've received quite a few asks in the last day or two!!
i'm gonna be posting a bit of an order/schedule for what i'm going to be posting!
wing/grace kink with cas mutual masturbation with soldier boy personal trainer dean sam x single mom
demon blood sam childhood bsf with sam
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