thedeanunderthecas

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV), Criminal Minds 2020 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: David Rossi/Thalia Moss, David Rossi/Original Female Character(s) Characters: David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, William LaMontagne Jr., Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds) Additional Tags: Non-Consensual Spanking, Spanking, ABDL, Age Regression, Family, Romance, Murder, criminal minds - Freeform, noncannon, Kidnapping, David Rossi - Freeform, Protective Emily Prentiss, Worried Penelope Garcia, Penelope Garcia - Freeform, Protective Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Protective Aaron Hotchner, Protective David Rossi, Parental David Rossi, Parental Aaron Hotchner, Protective Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Good Friend Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds) Summary:

"Little things make up so much of our lives, I want to soak up every little thing with you..." - Thalia Moss

Agent Moss was much like Agent Reid, a young prodigy who was obtained by the BAU at the young age of 24. She has caught the eye of one of the senior special agents and is brought into a world she didn't quite know how to process. With every little moment she spends with him, his world and his life, she falls deeper and deeper in love with him.

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݁ 𖤓 ﹒ nsfw headcanons ⎯⎯ DEAN WINCHESTER.

YAP SESH! i wasn't kidding when i said i was running over to my notes to write for SHAPESHIFTER!DEAN. soon i'll upload the bot version for this too—so be on the lookout for that !

WARNING(S) smut | angst | impersonation | rough sex | dirty talk | emotional distress | deception | violence | dominant behavior | power dynamics | gaslighting | betrayal | violation of trust | S1!DEAN | guilt | rough kissing | F!READER | overstimulation. 𝝑𝑒 EIGHTEEN PLUS! adult content | minors DO NOT interact.

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— you always noticed something was off about DEAN lately. sure, he had his usual swagger and flirtatious quips, but there was an edge to him—a hunger in his gaze that lingered a little too long, hands that strayed a little too far.

— SHAPESHIFTER!DEAN is bolder, darker, and far more confident in his desires. he's not afraid to push boundaries, testing how far you'll let him go. his touches are lingering, firm, and almost possessive, as if he's staking a claim on you.

— he corners you when sam's out running errands, the smirk on his face sharper than usual. when he kisses you, it's rough, almost bruising, his hands gripping you like he's afraid you'll slip away. you notice he's not holding back anymore—there's no hesitation like the dean you've known, no second guesses.

— his voice drops lower when he speaks to you, dripping with innuendo. he doesn't just flirt; he devours you with his words, painting explicit pictures of what he wants to do to you. and when he touches you, it's like he's been waiting forever—like he's been planning this moment in his head a thousand times.

— SHAPESHIFTER!DEAN is dirty—filthy, even. he's the type to whisper the most sinful things in your ear while his hands explore your body, leaving you breathless and aching. he's not shy about telling you exactly how much he wants you, exactly how good he's going to make you feel.

— he's rougher in bed, too. he pins your wrists above your head, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that leaves you gasping. his hands roam freely, gripping your hips, thighs, and waist like he can't get enough of you. every thrust is deliberate, hard, and deep—like he's trying to claim every inch of you.

— SHAPESHIFTER!DEAN thrives on your reactions. he loves hearing you moan his name, loves the way your nails dig into his back when he hits the right spot. he's endlessly focused on your pleasure, but there's a selfishness to it too—he wants to see you fall apart because of him, to know that he's the one who makes you feel this way.

— after it's over, he's not like the real DEAN, who might crack a joke or offer a soft smile. instead, he leans back with a satisfied smirk, his eyes dark as he watches you catch your breath. there's a possessiveness in the way he looks at you, like he's daring anyone else to even think about touching you.

✶ BONUS. finding the real dean.

you're still catching your breath when you notice something isn't right. DEAN—or the thing pretending to be dean—is watching you with a smugness that doesn't sit well. it's not just confidence; it's arrogance, like he knows a secret you don't.

and then it hits you—the feeling that's been gnawing at the back of your mind, the subtle differences you've been trying to ignore. this isn't dean. it never was.

your stomach twists as you pull your clothes back on, playing it cool even as your heart races. "'m gonna grab some water," you say casually, slipping into the other room. your hands shake as you prepare yourself, the reality of what just happened crashing down on you. you slept with a monster—something wearing dean's face.

when you emerge, weapon in hand, his smirk doesn't falter. in fact, it grows wider. "figured it out, huh?" he says, his voice dripping with mockery. "took you long enough."

you don't waste time with words. the SHAPESHIFTER is fast, but you're faster, and the fight that follows is brutal. every punch, every swing of your weapon is fueled by anger, disgust, and heartbreak. he taunts you, his voice shifting between mocking and eerily calm. "you liked it, didn't you? the way i touched you. the things i said. deep down, you wanted it."

his words cut deep, but you don't let them distract you. with one final blow using your gun, you take him down, his body collapsing to the floor. his features shift as he dies, revealing the grotesque, pale skin of the SHAPESHIFTER beneath.

you barely have time to process what's happened before you hear footsteps—heavy, familiar footsteps. you whirl around, weapon still raised, only to come face-to-face with the real dean. his face is battered, his clothes torn, but it's him. you'd know those green eyes anywhere.

"whoa, whoa, it's me!" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. his voice is hoarse, and there's a weariness in his gaze that tugs at your heart. "it's me, okay? the real me."

you lower your weapon, but the flood of emotions is overwhelming. relief, anger, shame—they all crash into you at once. "dean…" you whisper, your voice breaking.

he steps closer, his eyes scanning your face like he's trying to figure out what's wrong. "sweetheart," he says softly, his hands resting on your shoulders. "what happened? did it hurt you?"

you shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. you want to tell him everything, but the words catch in your throat. how do you even begin to explain?

his brow furrows, concern etched into his features. "what did it do?" he asks again, his voice firmer this time. "talk to me."

you take a shaky breath, finally meeting his gaze. "it—it tricked me," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "it pretended to be you."

understanding dawns in his eyes, and his jaw tightens. "that sonuva bitch," he mutters, his hands dropping to his sides. he looks away for a moment, his fists clenching like he’s trying to contain his anger.

"de, i—" you start, but he cuts you off, his gaze snapping back to yours.

"hey. whatever it did, whatever it made you feel—it wasn't your fault," he says firmly. "you hear me? not your fault."

his words are a balm to your raw emotions, but the guilt still lingers. you nod, letting him pull you into a tight embrace. his arms are strong and steady, grounding you as you cling to him.

for a long moment, neither of you speaks. the only sound is the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear. finally, he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands cupping your face.

"we'll get through this," he says, his voice low and steady. "i promise."

and in that moment, you believe him.

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All I need in life are destiel fanfics where Cas is a human hunter and him and Dean fall in love, but I fear I've read them all. They’re literally so amazing. Especially when they’re set in season one or two.

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i miss balthazar…. his presence only graced us for 1 season but his impact will not be forgotten we miss u diva💜😞

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writing a nuanced not comically bad father john is difficult because like. he was such a terrible father in canon that did so many batshit insane things to his children that it's like. yes he loved his children, yes he would die for them, yes he did these things because he was legitimately and correctly terrified for his children's lives (especially sam's)

but also he abandoned them to raise each other and used them as bait and manipulated them. and that's just the shit that's explicit. the implications in the episodes nightmare and salvation alone are insane

"john loved his sons, he wouldn't do that!"

john loved his sons and he would absolutely do that. the list of things he wouldn't do is worryingly short, I fear

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know your history.

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DESTIEL IN EVERY EPISODE → 4x22 lucifer rising

whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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"Oh, love can get crazier than that"

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It’s a daily struggle

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Favorite Shots Per Episode ✩ 1.07 Hook Man (2/2)

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