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Mornings Like These

Pairing: Dean x you | Established relationship

Summary: Dean was never one for saying I love you, he’s better at showing you just how much he truly does.

Warnings: Rated R, 18+, unprotected sex, soft & sensual, oral receiving, love making, no use of Y/N

It starts like a dream.

You’re floating in it. Half-conscious, body humming from the inside out, brain hazy and warm like honey.

And then—

There.

A slow drag of heat between your thighs. Wet. Warm. Pressure and suction, teasing and devouring. Tongue flicking, then flattening, drawing a moan from your throat before you even fully wake.

Your brows furrow, a soft whimper spilling out as your legs twitch. You’re not even sure what’s real yet, but God, it feels good.

Then—fingers.

Two of them, thick and sure, sliding into you in one slow, perfect push. You gasp, arching slightly, muscles clenching around them instinctively. Your body remembers. Even in your sleep-drunk state, it knows him. It knows what he does to you.

And still—he doesn’t rush.

He moves them in and out of you slowly, dragging them against that tender, overstimulated spongy spot inside you like he’s painting you open, drawing gasps from your lips and a desperate, choked sound from your chest.

You feel the bed shift, the heat of his mouth never leaving your clit, tongue alternating between hard flicks and devastating slow licks that make your thighs tremble.

Your eyes flutter open—just barely—and your gaze lands on his tousled hair between your legs. His shoulders are braced against your thighs, holding you down, like you might try to run from it.

“Baby—” you breathe, voice thick and wrecked, hips starting to roll into his mouth on instinct, fingers weaving through his hair and tugging gently at the soft blonde strands.

He groans in response, deep and needy, the sound vibrating straight through your clit as his fingers start to fuck into you deeper, faster now—just a little, just enough to send you spiraling again.

Your breath catches, legs tightening around his head, toes curling and your hands scrabble uselessly at the sheets.

“Oh God—Dean, I—” you whimper, but you don’t want him to stop. You want to drown in it. You need to.

He pulls back just enough to look up at you, mouth glistening, lips parted as he pants against your slick pussy.

“You’re already so wet for me, sweetheart,” he rasps, voice low and hungry. “Fuckin’ soaked and you were asleep. You missed me that bad, huh?”

You nod, gasping, the pleasure bordering on too much—but he’s relentless.

“Good,” he growls, and he dives back in, mouth and fingers working in tandem now—devouring you, claiming every inch, dragging you to the edge again like it’s the only place you belong.

Your body tenses—every nerve ending lit up, every muscle tight—as your climax slams into you, sharp and overwhelming, your moan raw and broken as you cum hard around his fingers, legs shaking uncontrollably.

You barely register him easing you through it—his lips slowing, fingers gentler now as he lets you ride it out.

Then he slides up your body, one hand resting on the inside of your thighs, the other cupping your cheek as he kisses you deep and slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispers against your lips.

Barely—but it’s everything.

Your body’s still trembling when Dean presses his mouth to yours—slow, deep, all-consuming. His fingers are still slick with you when they grip your thigh and drag it up around his waist, anchoring you beneath him. You’re warm and shaky, breath catching in your throat, and he doesn’t even give you time to steady.

His hips sink down between yours, cock hard and hot against your entrance—and even though you’re so sensitive you could cry, your body aches for him. You’re pulsing and open, still fluttering from the aftershocks of your orgasm when he pushes in, slow and thick, stretching you open all over again.

Your head falls back with a soft, wrecked gasp, tears springing to your lashes as the stretch builds, as your body makes room for him like it was always meant to. The pain and pleasure blur, and Dean doesn’t stop—he fills you to the hilt, groaning low in your ear as he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he hisses, forehead pressing against yours, his breath ragged. “You feel that, sweetheart? Still so tight around me… still fuckin’ throbbing. Goddamn.”

You can’t speak—not really. Just a strangled moan, nails digging into his back as you hold on. It’s so much. Too much. And not nearly enough.

Dean starts to move—slowly. Grinding into you with deep, languid thrusts that have your thighs shaking and your mouth falling open, ragged breaths and whimpers spilling out as the slick drag of his cock brushes your g-spot over and over again.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him down to you. “Dean—baby, please—don’t st-uh-op—” you pant, voice thin and broken.

“Not a fuckin’ chance,” he growls, thrusting deeper, pace just enough to make you lose your mind. “You think I’m done with you? After the way you came for me? Nah, baby… I’m just getting started.”

His hand slips between you, fingers brushing over your clit again, and you shudder, hips lifting to meet his thrusts even as the burn of overstimulation tightens in your belly.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmurs, dragging his teeth over your jaw, “but look at you. Still fuckin’ taking it. Such a good girl for me.”

You cry out, body clenching, tears spilling as the pleasure threatens to break you open all over again.

And Dean just holds you down, fucking you slow and deep, his hand cradling the back of your head, keeping you pressed against his shoulder as you fall apart in his arms again—sobbing and gasping into his skin, clinging to him like he’s your only anchor in the world.

Because right now, he is.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple. It’s soft. Barely there.

“Mine,” he whispers against your skin. “Always.”

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Motivation

⤷ Dean Winchester

cw: porn with no plot, fingering, munch!dean, pet names [ sweetheart, sweet girl, good girl ], soft!dom dean, high school relationship (seniors!), smut language, edging, sigmund freud. I might have missed some!

estelle yaps: erm. this counts as studying, right?

word count: 1K

minors don’t interact! 18+

“C’mon.” Dean mumbles from between your legs, lips unlatching from your swollen clit. His breath ghosts over your cunt, warm and just so close to where you needed him. He kept himself right against you, kitten licking your slit every now and again. This was him being mean.

Giving you just enough to jolt every time but not enough to bring you to the edge. Dean knew what he wanted and the man would not stop until he got it.

His hungry eyes look up at you, the once emerald green down darkened. His pupils were blown out in ecstasy, as if your pussy was a honey pot filled with coke. Or some other drug that kept him addicted. Dean would live between your legs if he could. He’d survive off your broken moans and the sweetness of your arousal.

The hand that wasn’t pumping two fingers agonizingly slow inside you gripped at your thigh. Not hard. Just something to keep you grounded. Keep your eyes on him. Keep your mind on the task at hand.

A cry left your lips at the sudden loss, eyes casting down to watch him. You had been so close. Right at the brink, just about to fall. But he had asked another question and stopped when you didn’t answer in time. “mmph-“

“C’mon, sweetheart. talk to me about the levels of consciousness.” Dean bites back a wicked grin, knowing there was no way in hell you could actually be thinking about psychology right now.

In truth, he wanted you to fall apart on his fingers and into his mouth. The two of you had been here for almost half an hour. His wrist was just starting to get tired, his fingers no doubt pruned. But, he would wait. Watching you squirm and babbling was a sight far more beautiful to him.

His thick fingers continue working, curling into you. Once. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out before coaxing them back in. Then, he curled them to caress the spot that had your cunt drooling down his wrist. He cooed softly as you hips buck up. Withering beneath him from the stimulus.

The best thing about dating Dean Winchester was that he wanted you to succeed. Always. Not only did it make him feel good to know you felt good, but it also gave him another thing to brag about his girl. He had the best girl. The sweetest, most kind hearted, and equally badass girl to adore.

So, when you had been complaining about not wanting to study… he had acted fast. He knew that you hadn’t wanted to study because you were horny. The not-so subtly clench of your thighs was enough to have given you away. It was the easiest decision of his life. He needed to take care of his girl. And get her to study.. even if he couldn’t care less about school himself.

He’d get to hear you struggle to breath while he worked as many orgasms from you as he could. Yeah, he was jumping on that.

“we can stay here all night. makin’ this pretty pussy drool until you give me what I want.” When he adds a third finger, you scream. A devilish glint twinkles in his eyes. A smirk captures his lips.

“c-conscious..” Your hips lift to meet the trusts of his fingers. His large hard sprawls over your lower abdomen, keeping you in place on the bed. “fuck! preconscious and.. unconscious.

Fuck Dean sideways if he knew you were right. he barely paid attention to normal classes, let alone electives. Especially psychology.

He nods, pleased with your answer. “Atta girl.” His thumb gently glides over your clit, a small reward. “Who’s theory is that?”

His eyes leave yours, looking down to your puffy folds. God, you were soaked. Dripping down onto his bedsheets. His fingers were covered in you, dribbling down his wrist. He flicks his wrist, thrusts speeding up. “c’mon, sweet girl… I know you know it.”

It takes a minute for your brain to catch up to the question. His fingers were working you so perfectly, tightening the coil in your tummy. Blabbering wouldn’t cut it. You knew that.

“f-fucking Freud.” Your voice is high pitched, mewling as your head thrashes around, trying to chase after the high he was supplying you with.

That one, he did know. He remembered everything you said, the words falling from your lips like a hymn or gospel. You had complained about Freud every day, his mere existence pissing you off.

Dean couldn’t understand why. But you didn’t like him. So he didn’t like him.

“good job, sweetheart. that’s right.”

His lips find your clit again, sucking harshly. He groans at the taste of you. All sweet and dribbling down his chin like a fresh peach. The sucking noises he makes are pornographic, savoring every last drop of your essence.

His hand travels up to hold yours. Grounding you to this moment as he felt your walls clenching his fingers. The addition to his brutal pumping and sucking perfected the trifecta.

All you could think about was him. Burried in his pillows, the smell of woods and warm leather enveloping your senses. They were soft against your skin, stimulating every nerve in your system. His hand holding yours, the sweet contact as he absolutely ruined you, returned your focus to the moment.

The wave of pleasure washed over you quickly. Dean was right there with you, lapping every little drop up. He moans, the feeling of you gushing on his fingers almost making him ruin his pants.

His tongue licks at you, savoring every flick that brings him the sweet taste. He holds your hand gently, thumb rubbing against your knuckles.

His fingers burried in your cunt slow, letting you come down from your high slowly. He turns his face to kiss each of your inner thighs, touch gently as your legs shake.

Dean is absolutely covered in you. His nose, chin and mouth shine with your essence. And he’s smiling like a fucking idiot.

“There we go, sweetheart.” He watches as you shake, your breath slowing, the flush on your cheeks settling. “Did so good f’me. Always do. My good girl.”

He brings your hand up to his face, kissing the inside of your wrist gently. It’s a promise. It’s a marking. It’s everything that your fucked out mind could comprehend.

“Wanna study for chemistry next?”

hello, my darling. my requests are open!

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all yours ☽｡⋆ - j.a

summary: after seeing that one edit of your husbands best friend, you can’t seem to control yourself. (part 2)

word count: 7.5k words 🥱

warnings: smut (18+ mdi) swearing, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), bullying (kinda) cheating, forced cream pie, grammar & spelling mistakes (prolly more idk)

a/n: omgg this took so long to write >.< but first post yay! (finally lmao) pls lmk how it is! i feel maybe it’s kinda long and it feel’s boring at times idk i was high writing this lmaosjs. fr tho lmk what i can do better. ALSO I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING BUT IN THIS CONTEXT ITS KINDA HOT NGL

enjoy! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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“babe, you almost ready?” your husband jared asks, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom, the shirt you picked out for him was halfway up his arms. you completely ignored him as your eyes traced every muscle in his arms, then in his broad shoulders and chest and finally his abs that were still glistening from the shower he took just minutes ago. i’m so lucky you thought as you soaked up the greek god you called your husband. just the sight of him like this made ache. you let out a small breath and walked up to him, standing on your tippy toes to pull him in for a deep kiss. he froze for a second, taken off guard but then kissed you back, just as deeply. you moan softly into his mouth as your hand trails from his chest down his abs, your nails scratching his skin ever so lightly. he knows what that means. you’re horny. and you want him. no, you need him. “(y/n)” jared chuckled and pulled away. “we’re gonna be late” “please baby,” you pouted, reaching up and placing a small kiss to his ear lobe before whispering “i only need you for a couple minutes” leaving a trail of kisses down his neck “(y/n) i-“ the sound of the door bell ringing cut him off but you already knew what he was gonna say. you sighed in defeat and jared gave you half crooked smile before kissing your cheek and finally slipping his shirt over his head before going to answer the door for the baby sitter. 

ignoring the feeling of sexual frustration you began to get dressed, settling on a short, spaghetti strap dress with pink and white floral designs. you slipped on your sneakers and checked yourself out in the full length mirror. the dress hugged your body perfectly, you had just the right amount of cleavage and your ass to waist ratio was insane. you looked fucking hot, and jared would be crazy if he wasn’t dying to pound that little pussy the second he was alone with you. smirking and pleased with the way you look, you quickly finished getting ready. spritzing some expensive purfume, getting the rollers out of your hair and accessorizing your ankle with your favourite gold anklet, off the chain dangled a small heart with a diamond initial “J” on it. jared bought it for you many years ago for your first ever anniversary. you never really leave the house without it and you probably consider it one of your most prized possessions. its the first thing he got you and it just holds so much love for you.

you grabbed your purse and met your husband downstairs, your greeted the babysitter and kissed your kids goodbye before leaving the house. 

-

“jared, please” you whined in the passenger seat. you’re thirty minutes into your hour long drive and jared’s hand has been firmly placed on the inside of your thigh, and every time he hit a red light he would subconsciously rub small circles with his thumb. it’s driving you absolutely insane, you need this man right here, right now. “i want youu” he chuckled again “i’m driving babe! what’s gotten into you?” deep down you know exactly what’s gotten into you but you’d rather die than be honest with your husband right now. 

a couple nights ago you were up late bored and scrolling through tiktok. it’s not really uncommon for random videos to jared and jensen to show up on your for you page, but what is uncommon is the random thirst trap edit of your husbands best friend. the edit showed clips of jensen at the concert he’d done recently. he wore white jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves cut off. his hair was damp and hanging in front of his eyes while his skin glistened with sweat, the veins in his thick neck popped as he sang the high note perfectly, his tattooed bicep flexed as he gripped the mic harder. it’s like you were entranced, you watched and watched and watched probably over ten times before jared started to stir in the bed next to you. you quickly closed the app and laid next to your husband. as you drifted off to sleep, your mind created the most perverted dream you’ve ever had. it was of you and jensen, it was after his show, you and him was in his dressing room. he had you pinned against the wall while he fucked up into your wet pussy. you felt him, he was big, and heavy and he stretched you out so good. he snuck his hand around and grabbed your throat, tilting your head back. he towered over you as he looked down into your eyes with such animalistic lust, just this look can send you over the edge. his grunts, your screams and skin slapping together filled the room as he sped up his thrusts. “you like your little pussy fucked like this, don’t you sweetheart?”  he was rough and honestly, it hurt a little bit but you enjoyed it, hell, you loved it. this is just what you wanted. “he can’t do it for you, huh?” he chuckled mockingly, “he can’t fuck you like i do, he can’t say filthy things to you like i do, he can’t make you scream his name like i do.” you woke up completely soaked. you never spoke of the dream and tried your very best to forget about it…but when you were alone, your mind wondered off. you missed how good he felt inside you, how his words made you so wet, how he fucked into you so hard you felt the tip of his cock pound into your cervix.

you love jared so much, he’s such a good husband and father and you really lucked out with him, he’s perfect.. but, he’s a bit too vanilla for you. you’ve expressed your desires to him before, how you want him to be rougher and more talkative during sex, how you want to try different positions and maybe bring in toys. but he protests, he says he doesn’t wanna hurt you or say degrading things to you. which a part of you found sweet and the other part was disappointed. jared definitely satisfied you during sex, he’d make sure you were okay, and make you cum at least twice, he’d always feel so good and fit perfectly in. but sometimes the same position and pace got boring and the moans and grunts that flew around the room grew to feel awkward. you just need a really good and rough fuck.. like jensen gave you in that dream. 

-

you thought that you would be normal around jensen, like you usually are, but you thought wrong. after you and danneel practically jumped in each others arms and had an ‘i missed you’ war, she lead both you and jared out to the back yard where jensen stood at the barbecue, a beer in one hand and a metal spatula in the other. he wore blue washed jeans, a black t shirt that hugged his arms and shoulders and a black backwards cap that kept the hair out of his eyes. sucking in a deep breath your nostrils filled with his cologne and his scent engulfed all your senses and your mind flashed back to the dream you had. you never looked at jensen as anything other then an older brother, you love jared and danneel is basically a sister to you. but seeing jensen there in all his glory, his new hair cut, his beard, his perfectly toned and muscular body and his tattoo that barely poked out under his shirt was doing things to you, and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your lower abdomen. “it’s been so long!” jensen exclaimed and pulled your husband in for a tight hug. he then hugged you. “too long” he muttered in your hair. the hug didn’t last for long but it was enough to make your legs weak. and his low mumble in your ear sent shivers down your spine. why did he say that just to you?  

“i'll make us drinks” danneel said before dragging you away to the kitchen. “something strong please” you sat at the kitchen island while danneel quickly whipped up some pina coladas, putting extra rum in yours, and serving it to you with an extra shot, which you took no time to down before taking a sip of your drink. “how you been babes?” you sigh and your mind flashes back to everything that happened in the pass year that you two were separated. you’ve both been super busy, jensen filming the boys and jared filming walker. then jensen and dani moved over an hour away. you honestly can’t believe you haven’t seen them in a whole year. you were so excited when they finally had free time and invited you both over for a late night barbecue. jensen’s laugh snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized you left danneel on heard. panicking, you blurted out the sex problem you’ve been having with jared. danneel listened and showed sympathy but didn’t really offer much help. instead she said, “well, the kids are at my parents for the night. so, we can dance and drink all night!” and that’s exactly what we did. jensen made the most amazing burgers and danneel made a homemade cheesecake, the music never died down and the drinks never stopped coming. you and danneel are drunk in the kitchen, laughing and giggling and dancing to “or nah” by the weekend. you were bent over shaking your ass while danneel gripped your waist tightly and moved her hips along with yours. this is a very normal thing that happens when the both of you get too drunk. “can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah!” you sung loudly together, you then would turn around to face your best friend, flipping your hair in the process, dani placed her hands on your hips while yours traced down her body. “ahem” you jumped and turned around to see jensen standing in the doorway. “hey, don’t stop for me. i was enjoying myself” a dirty smirk painted his lips and every feeling and thought that you drank away came rushing back to you. “shut up, loser” danneel joked “no, for real. you guys are hot. i wonder what would have happened if i didn’t interrupt” he said lowly, staring down danneel with an even bigger smirk on his face. jensen was always dirty minded, it’s no secret. he would open talk about sex and make dirty jokes, but this is probably one of the dirtiest things he said in front of you which caused you to choke and spill your wine, all over your dress. jensen burst out laughing and dani went into full mom mode. “oh no! quick take it off it’s gonna stain!” she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the laundry room, where you pulled off your dress and handed to to dani, she sprayed strain remover before throwing it into the wash. “just where this for this” she handed you a random shirt “this is jensens” you stated. “don’t worry, he won’t care” without protest you slipped on the huge shirt that fit you like a dress, ending a little lower then your previous dress. it was the shirt he was wearing in that one edit, the shirt he wore while he fucked your hard in your dream. it smelled like him, even though it was freshly washed, the mixture of laundry soap, jensen’s s musky scent and the chokehold this shirt has around your next warmed your entire body, right down to your core. 

while waiting for your dress to get done, you joined your husband on the couch, crossing your legs and leaning into his side. jensen came from the kitchen with more drinks in his hands, this time four glasses of scotch. he leaned to give jared his glass and then went to give you yours, not before very blatantly checking you out. “love that shirt” he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear and no one else. he shot you a wink and went to sit across from you, next to dani. ignoring him and the red hot blush forming on your cheeks you turn to jared and place a hand on his thigh “babe, it’s getting late, we should probably go soon” you checked your phone to see it’s 11:43 pm “you guys aren’t going home,” jensen started. why does he start his sentences like that? “i think jared here, had a bit too much to drink” he glanced over at your husband and only then you noticed just how drunk he actually is. “and besides, the funs just starting” he looked down at you, flashing a smug grin. thank god dani is just as drunk as jared right now. 

for the next half hour or so you and danneel have been in deep conversation, though it’s quite hard considering the looks jensen is giving you. his eyes darkened and he scanned over your body for the sixth time in ten minutes, he’s been shifting uncomfortably in his seat and he keeps saying dirty things while maintaining heavy eye contact with you. he sat with his legs wide open, his large hands  constantly running down his thighs. jared and danneel got drunker and drunker while jensen was sobering you up fast. “excuse me a second” you muttered and got up and left to the kitchen to be alone for a second. it was all too much for you, the eye contact, his actions, his voice. your husband is right there! so is your best friend aka his wife! how can he be so- but when you really thought about it, there was not a part of you that didn’t like the attention, especially from a man like him. its so naughty and him being so obvious and your husband being so clueless makes you wet. if jared and dani was as sober as you and jensen -god, you don’t even wanna think about what will happen. after running your hands under cold water, you searched in the fridge for something nonalcoholic to drink. that’s when you felt a large presence behind you. “how you been (y/n)?” his voice was deep as he leaned on the counter, finishing the last little bit of scotch. you grabbed a water and turned to face him. “i-im great, how about you?” he ignored the second part of your question “are you, though? ‘cause im heard some things” panic quickly spread over your face. he knows. somehow he knows about the dream. “wh-what? what did you hear?” he began to walk closer to you, subconsciously you took a step back only to bump into the fridge, causing jensen to grin. “that you’ve been having some trouble getting laid.” your eyes widened and your gasped. “what? no, im getting laid!” jensen’s eyes softened and he nodded sarcastically “mhm, sure you are. but just not in the way you want too” your nerves are going through the roof right now. how does he know all this? and most of all why is he bringing it up? “what? jared told me.” he said casually as if this is just a normal thing. “he actually asked me for advice. you’re welcome by the way” “what did you say?” you asked with anticipation, you, at have just found a loophole for your little problem. “tsk, have patience sweetheart, you’re gonna have to wait and see” by now, there’s only a couple inches separating the both of you, your fully trapped between the fridge and jensen’s hard body, “thing i don’t understand is,” he started in a low whisper, his green eyes dark and he’s maintaining heavy eye contact “how can he not fuck you like that, y’know, the way you deserve” you were too stunned to speak, your body temperature is so high your about to break out in a sweat and the butterflies in your stomach make you wanna throw up. it feels like your dreaming and you brain can’t process anything. “i mean…if things were different or whatever, i don’t think i’d be able to stop myself from bending you over every table in this house.” he dipped his head down and whispered in your ear, in a low and deep voice “while you’re wearing my shirt”

this isn’t right. okay, you can’t deny it, if you could, you would happily let jensen fuck you anyway he wants. but you’re married! and you love jared, not to mention your best friend with his wife! this is insane.

you both heard a thud from the living and then a mixture of jared and danneel laughing. you slipped away from jensen and saw danneel on the floor with jared laying sideways across her stomach. jensen burst out laughing and went to help them both up. “i was trying to carry him upstairs and then i don’t know what happened!” dani was practically jello in jensen’s arms, she’s had way too much to drink and so did your husband. “looks like you need to call the babysitter, sweetheart” jensen spoke and began leading his wife upstairs. with a sigh you agreed, you’d rather stay the night then risk something bad happening if you let jared drive. “i’m gonna put her to bed, i’ll be back to grab the overgrown man child” jensen would flip danneel over his shoulder and carry her upstairs like she weighed nothing. his muscles and neck veins popped as he let out a soft grunt. squeezing your legs together, trying to get some type of relief. 

you reach for your phone to call the baby sitter to tell her the change of plans but jared grabbed your wrist and with one swift motion he had you on his lap. his hands were everywhere, under your (jensen’s) shirt, grabbing and squeezing at your tits, they then trailed down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. “you’re so fucking sexy right now” he grunted and thrusted his hips up, making you lose your balance and jolt forward. “so hot” he pulled you in and instantly started making out with you, it was hot and heavy and everything you wanted from him. he even smacked your ass which caused you to moan in his mouth. his hands was placed firmly on your hips while he grind them down on his crotch. you felt how hard he actually is and moaned, quite loudly this time. your clothed pussy grinding down on your husbands cock through his jeans almost sent you straight to euphoria. this is exactly what you need, just some relief. you needed someone to just use you, use your body as they please and do whatever they want to you, to fuck you hard and fast and make you scream, to fill your little pussy up with cum. your pussy is now throbbing and you need the release so bad. is this what jensen was talking about earlier? “fuck” you breathed and you pulled away for air, only for jensen to be standing right in front of you, shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his hair was messy and it hung in front of his eyes. “hey, hey, hey!” he grabbed jared shoulder. “not on my new couch, take it to the bedroom kids!” jared put his hands up on protest and muttered a series of apologies as jensen guided him off the couch and upstairs “you coming?” he asked, you husband half cautious and clinging onto jensen. “yeah, just gotta call the baby sitter.” “don’t take too long” he winked and disappeared with your husband, you rolled your eyes and texted the sitter, letting her know that you and jared will be spending the night. 

“he’s all yours sweetheart” jensen smirked in the doorway. your husband was in bed and barely conscious. “thanks” you replied quietly and began to shut the bedroom door but jensen stopped it. “if you need anything, at all, i’ll be in my office” he left down the hall and you shut the door, finally feeling like you can breathe. you climbed into bed and poked jared’s shoulder. “babe?” the only reply you got was a loud snore and him shifting in bed, placing his arm and leg over you, essentially holding you hostage in bed. 

that bastard, he fell asleep on you! you groaned in frustration and tried your best to sleep. you probably only slept an hour or two because your mind kept making up dirty thoughts..about jensen. the way he looked today, the signals he was sending, all that shit he said to you in the kitchen. it was too much and you couldn’t help yourself. with very careful actions, you moved your hand down and into your underwear, gasping at how wet you really are, your panties are soaked from the arousal you’ve pretty much had all day. you pressed your finger hard to your clit and sighed in relief. you began to rub small circles, trying not to moan out loud no matter how good it feels. unfortunately though, your movements caused your husband to shift again in his sleep and now his arm is over yours, trapping your hand so that you can barely wiggle your fingers. 

“fuck this” you whispered before prying your husband hands off and slipping out of bed. honestly, you don’t know what you were expecting or even looking for, but a small part of you hoped that jensen is still up. you crept down the hallway and looked for any evidence of an office. your foot managed to find and step on the loudest creek ever and you froze in place, in fear that you woke someone up (or maybe in fear that you’ll be caught) “(y/n)?” you heard a deep voice say behind you. you whipped around and immediately began to apologize “i’m so sorry i just-“ “can’t sleep?” you nodded, to put it simply. he stepped aside and motioned with his head for you to come in. you listened to him and he shut and locked the door behind you. 

“so, what’s got you up at night?” he asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. he knows exactly what but he enjoys seeing me suffer. “i’m guessing he went lights out on you?” you sighed and nodded, there’s no point to deny it anymore. he sighed as if he’s personally affected too and slumped down in his chair, legs wide open as he swung side to side lightly. “i’m sorry sweetheart, ‘s gotta suck” he laughed and your glared at him. why is he being such an asshole right now? “can you stop?” you snapped, sassily which only caused jensen to put his hands up in defence “hey, i tried everything i could, i gave him strict instructions and if your still getting blue balled, it’s not my problem” 

full of frustration, you turned on your heel to leave. coming here was a mistake, you must’ve gotten mixed signals or just hallucinated the whole- “…unless” jensen started again, you turned slowly to look at him. the light from the one small lamp on the desk made him look like he was glowing, the shadow pa contouring every muscle p, his hair was super messy from running his hands through it all day. he looked so…delicious. he made a ‘come here’ motion with his finger and without even thinking, your legs started to move and you were right in front of him. he reached out grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer so your now in between his outstretched legs.”unless, i show you what i told him”  he began slowly running his finger tips up and down the sides. “sit” he said plainly. sit? sit where? on his lap!? your brain needed a couple seconds to process everything. but that was a couple of seconds too long for jensen, he spun you and aggressively pulled you down to his lap, your back now against his chest. your legs were spread wide and stretched over his. your breath hitched has he continued rubbing your thighs, “when i tell you to do something, i expect you to fucking do it.” his hand getting closer and closer to your clothed pussy. “je-jensen,” was all you managed to get out before he brushed his hand against your core. a gasp left your lips and jensen smirked down at you. “i barely even touched you yet and your already a mess” he finally slipped his hand past the hem of your panties and pressed his whole hand against your pussy. 

“fuuck, already soaked for me, were you walking around like this all day?” he asked and you nodded, feeling embarrassed. he started to rub small and slowly circles at your clit and you sighed, melting into him completely. his rough fingers felt amazing and he applied just enough pressure. he started to speed up a bit, spreading your wetness everywhere. “i bet your pussys real pretty, bet it taste sweet too” those words made your pussy clench. his voice was so deep and he spoke with such experience and smoothness, “jensen i-i” his movements slowed and he spoke softly “use your words” in your ear. “wha-what about danneel, and jared? i don’t wanna hurt them” jensen began to leave soft kisses down your neck as your voiced your concerns, his fingers still rubbing hard circles on your clit. “they won’t found out” he mumbled “you wanna stop?” no. yes. you don’t know. you’re so conflicted, you love jared but jensen is working your pussy like never before. “i just love them so much” was the best answer you can give him. “i know baby,” he bit your ear lobe and sped up his movements faster then before, his other hands reached around your head to cover your mouth “i love them too, but right now, i think i love you more” and with that he plunged two fingers deep inside you, you arched your back as he began to pump them in and out at an extraordinary pace. if you could you would be screaming right now. jared’s fingers are long but jensen’s are thicker, it almost hurts. this is what you needed. you needed jensen to finger fuck you like this. “so fuckin tight around my fingers, i can’t imagine how my cock will feel” he curled his fingers upwards, his finger tips brushing against your g-spot as he moved his whole arm up and down, trying to force an orgasm out of you this soon. you felt like you were gonna explode, this much pleasure all at once was too much for you. “no cumming, unless i say so” he turned my head to look me in the eyes, showing me that he’s dead serious about this. i squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on anything other then cumming all over your husbands best friends fingers “fuckk” you moaned but it came out muffled from jensen’s tight grip. “you’re close, i can feel it. but remember, not until i say so.” he reminded and you nodded. it was all that you could do. you squirmed against him, unable to move from how tight he held you down. the pleasure in your lower abdomen built up over the course of the next couple seconds and you turned your head to face him with pleading eyes. “please,” you clenched around on his skilled fingers and your legs began to shake, you finally broke one hand free and went to grab his wrist. the pleasure was too much, your body already exhausted. you dug your nails into his thin skin, but it did nothing, your strength is nothing compared to his, his pace was still hard and fast. “please” you cried out. “hm? please what?” he muttered in your ear. you hate him for the way he is torturing you right now. “i need to cum, please!” he let out a light laugh,“hmm, no” he stopped all his motions and loosened his grip. “no!” you whined and grabbed his hand, pulling it back to your pussy but he pulled away. “why?” you were literally seconds away from a mind blowing orgasm, from finally getting the relief you needed since days. you stood up extremely frustrated but didn’t realize how weak your legs actually were, you leaned back against his desk and took a couple seconds to catch your breath. he fully leaned back in his chair and looked up at you with a smug smile, he was proud of himself and he wasn’t scared to show it to you, even though your glared at him with such hatred. “jensen.” you said as he ignored your first question. he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked up the tip of his middle finger. a deep and satisfied growl erupted from his chest and as he sucked your sweet taste off his fingers. “so fukin good, so sweet” he complimented. “why’d you stop? i was almost there” you said just above a whisper.

“cause” he stood up to his full height and pressed his body against yours, causing you to fully lean against his desk. he reached his hand up and wrapped it around your throat, pressing his thumb into your jaw to make your head turn to the side, he leaned down and whispered in your ear. “i’m not done with you yet” he reached under your shirt and grabbed the sides of your black lacey underwear, roughly pulling them down to your ankles as he crouched down in between your legs. you subconsciously spread your legs a little wider and jensen groaned at the sight of your exposed pussy. “fuck baby, such a pretty little pussy” you clenched at his words and felt your arousal start to drip down your thighs, he reached and scooped up your juices with his fingers and brought them to your mouth. “taste how pretty you are” grabbed his wrist once again and took his fingers in, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around his fingertips. you hummed at the taste and he muttered  “that’s it baby, such a good little slut for me.” he grabbed your tight with his other hand and placed it over his broad shoulder. “you want me to keep going?” you nodded eagerly, his fingers still in your mouth. “hm, beg for it” 

“what? i-i don’t” 

“beg for it.” he repeated. “beg for me to fuck you, to make you cum. tell me just how bad you need it.” his words melted you as you tried to form words but your brain is completely mush right now. “i-i need you so bad jensen please, please fuck me.” he scoffed and gave you a look that said “that’s it?” fuck. “your fingers felt so good, i need them, i need you, please, just please make me cum, fuck me the way i deserve” once he was satisfied with your pleas, he finally drived in. licking a long strip up your pussy, your hands instantly tangled up in his hair. shaking his head from side to side to get deeper, he began to alternate between sucking and kicking your clit, occasionally gently biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. “fuckk, feels so good, keep going please.” you moaned out quite loudly, not caring if someone heard you. jensen’s tongue is working wonders on your clit and you just can’t help it. he’s making you feel so damn good. he reached up and grabbed your hand from his hair  and placed it on your clit, wanting you to run circles while he licked at your entrance, you did as you was told while his tongue darted in and out of your hole. the whole room was filled sucking, slurping and your breathy moans and jensens muffled groans. you felt the pleasure build up again and you threw your head back. “close” was all your managed to get out but that’s all that jensen needed, he pushed your hand away and replaced it with his mouth, sucking and licking harder then before, he shoved two fingers in your pussy and pumped them in and out, wiggling them to stimulate your g-spot. “fuck!” you shouted and felt a hard smack to your thigh. “i know it’s hard baby girl, but you gotta shut the fuck up” you nodded, eyes still squeezed shut “‘m sorry, i just, gonna..fuckk, need to-“ you were a mess. heavy breathing, sweaty, can’t even form a proper sentence thanks to jensen. your body felt like jello and your legs would not stop shaking. “shh,” he placed a free hand over your mouth again. “you wanna cum? right here on my fingers?” he asked despite already knowing the answer. all you could do was nod as the pleasure burned, you were about to explode any second. “then cum.” 

you let go, finally getting the release you craved from him. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you breathed out as jensen licked and finger fucked you through your first orgasm, still hard and fast. the taste of you on his tongue made him groan against your cunt, the vibrations and the stabby feeling of his beard was all too much for you. you wanted to scream out his name and show him how good he’s making you feel but you can’t, his grip is tight over your mouth. your body shook and convulsed from how powerful of an orgasm he pulled from your body. “that’s it baby, cum for me” 

after a couple more seconds you found your breathing starting to regulate and you opened your eyes to see jensen at his full height and him staring you down. “you look so pretty when you cum. such cute sounds you make.” his fingers still deep inside you, he flexed them upward towards your g-spot. the sensitivity causing your body to jerk. he chuckled and removed his fingers to which you whined at the empty feeling. “thank you” you said for the compliment and the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you. you expected him to move out of the way but he didn’t, his eyes still staring into yours like a predator staring down its prey. “je-“ i’m still not done” was all he said before pulling his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. once again, your eyes widened, at the size, the pre-cum dripping from his head, and how hard he actually is. you instinctively reached how for it, wanting to make him feel as good as he made you feel. “no” was all he said before grabbing you by the neck again, making you look up at him. his thumb traced your jawline and up to your bottom lip, slightly pushing it past your lips so you can suck on it, which you happily did. matching his heavy eye contact, you innocently took his thumb in and hollowed out your cheeks while you sucked the tip of his thumb gently. he groaned at the sight of you, while he pumped his length a few times. 

“please can i taste it?” you asked. jensen stood silent for a few seconds, not expecting you to ask that. “i wanna make you feel good” you reached out and lightly scratched down his abs, an action you reserved for your husband to show him your in the mood. you didn’t even realized what you did, it just happened subconsciously. jensen smirked at your action, it seems like he knew what that meant but you were sure, nor did you care right now. “you want it that bad?” you nodded, and he finally took a step back, freeing you from being trapped between him and his desk. “then get on your knees” wasting no time, you slid down and sat on your knees, looking up at the glorious man you call your best friends husband. he seems so tall and big from this angle. his muscles are tense from all the build up and his cock hard and red. he pumped himself a few times before grabbing a hard fistful of her hair and lining himself up on your bottom lip. the butterflies showed up again and you can feel yourself getting wet once again. poking your tongue out, you gave his tip a few kitten licks before sucking softly on the tip. you swirled your tongue around his head, savouring the taste of his pre cum. you heard jensen groan in frustration and without any warning, he shoved his entire length down your throat, the tip of your nose smashing into the soft skin above his cock. “if you’re gonna beg to suck my cock then fuckin’ suck it!” he growled when his tip hit the back of your throat. you gaged and tears immediately welled in the corners of your eyes. this isn’t what you had in mind but you should’ve known jensen doesn’t like things slow. tightening his grip on your hair, he placed another hand tightly around your throat and began to thrust in and out. “ha, i can feel my dick in your throat!” he said in pure amusement, meanwhile your struggling not to throw up from how deep he’s down your throat. a couple more thrusts and groans from jensen before he pulled you off. finally. you gasped and immediately began coughing, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. “tsk, knew you couldn’t handle it” he shook his head as if he’s disappointed in you. maybe he is.. “shame cause your mouth felt amazing” he laughed, mocking you and the state you're in right now. you were about to protest and argue back with him but he lifted you to your feet, turned you around and with a firm grasp on the back of your neck he pinned you down on his desk. you were stuck in his position before you even knew what was happening. you felt his thumb swipe down your folds which sent a shiver down your spine. without you seeing, jensen would put his thumb in his mouth and suck it clean from your juices. he would never admit this to you but you have the best tasting pussy out of all the women he’s been with..including his wife. he reached down for another taste, this time shoving two fingers in as deep as he could. “hmm” he hummed at the taste of you, he just can’t get enough. it’s almost like he’s addicted. right then and there he decided that this wasn’t gonna be a one time thing. he needed you and your sweet little pussy. “you get wet sucking cock?” he asked and left a hard smack to your ass “or just mine?” you didn’t answer him..but it’s just his. another hard smack in the same spot left your skin stinging and hot. unbeknownst to you, a red hand print already started forming. 

you heard him shift behind you and soon felt the tip of his dick press against your folds. he rubbed his head up and down your entire pussy, gathering and using your juices as lube even though it’s extremely unnecessary from how wet you already are. “ready sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, whining eagerly “are you gonna be a good girl for me? gonna be quiet?” you felt his tip at your entrance, barely in but you still clenched down, in a desperate attempt to feel him. “yes, yes i will, i promise just please fuc-“ you were cut off by a gasp. he shoved his full entire length in your pussy, bottoming out and groaning when his tip hit your cervix. he began to move slow and give you sometime to adjust. he knows you needed it. jared might be taller but jensen is bigger, in every way. you let out a small sigh and tried your best to relax. he’s so deep and you feel so full. there’s a vein on the underside of his cock and feels so amazing brushing against your g-spot, you can’t help but moan. “fuck me” you whispered not necessarily to jensen but he still listened and snapped his hips forward hard, making a loud slapping sound in the process. “such a dirty little mouth” he grunted out and sped up his movements, fucking your pussy at a fast but pleasurable pace that just makes you melt underneath him. he’s making you feel so good and it’s getting so damn hard to stay quiet. your nails are scratching at the varnish on his desk and your biting on the inside of your arm to muffle your moans. if the circumstances were different, you would be screaming. screaming his name, moaning and groaning as loud as you can, letting anyone near by hear how good he’s fucking you. unfortunately the only people near by is your husband and his wife. 

“pussy feels s’ good” he groaned out and leaned over, changing his angle so now he’s fucking up into your cervix. “so fuckin’ wet and tight, all for me” his words made you clench around him which caused him to let out and gutteral groan “yes! it’s all yours just for you” was the only thing you could say in response. your mind is so fucked out and your body is close behind, you’re completely mush underneath him, just a toy for him to use “say it again” he’s fucking you so good and rough that you actually weren’t paying attention to what you just said. “who’s pussy is this?” he rammed his hips into your ass, “yours, it’s all yours” you breathed out. “fuckin’ right it is. all fucking mine” he growled and reached around to rub hard and fast circles on your clit. “fuuckk” you cried out, you started to feel the pleasure build up, quickly. “close” you said barely above a whisper. you hope he’ll let you cum without being an asshole. you have no more strength to hold it. “i know baby, just wait a bit longer” you whined out as he sped up his movements. “fuck” he groaned “almost there” 

“jens-don’t..” 

“hm? use your words, sweetheart.” he knew exactly what you were trying to say. “d-don’t cum..fuck” you were trying to pled with him to not cum in you. he obviously wasn’t wearing a condom and your not on birth control. “still don’t understand what your tryin’ to say” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “fuck please” you groaned in frustration. “don’t cum in me!” you finally got out, pleasure still building up and you felt like you can cum any second. “sorry sweetheart. my house, my rules” your eyes widened and you tried to push him off with whatever strength you had left. obviously it didn’t work. even at your full strength to you couldn’t make this man budge. “think you’re gonna come to my house all cute and frustrated, wear my fuckin shirt, dance like a little slut with my wife, beg me to fuck you and then tell me i’m not allowed to cum balls deep inside you?” he laughed, still fucking you hard, deep and fast. “don’t work like that, sweetheart. i’m gonna put a fuckin baby in you” he would sped up his movements to shut you up of any further argument. he said what he said and meant it. “fuck, i’m cumming” you whined and squeezed your eyes shut, releasing and clenching down tightly around jensen, stilling his movements. your orgasm crashed through your entire body and your legs were shaking uncontrollably. “that’s it baby girl, cum on my cock. let me hear those pretty sounds.” your orgasm triggered jensens as you felt hot spurts of cum shoot against your cervix. he let out a deep growl and dug his nails into your hip so tightly, you know you’re gonna have fully formed bruises tomorrow. he kept himself buried deep inside you while he painted your walls with this thick, creamy cum. “fuck, fuck” you said at the feeling of him cumming deep inside you, like he said he would. you can’t deny how good it feels to cum around his cock, to feel him filling you up, to have jensen growling and grunting in your ear, feeling his sweaty body on yours.

the two of you stayed in that position for a couple seconds while you both caught your breath. he fucked into you deeply a few more times trying to push his cum deeper. he finally pulled out and left yet another smack to you ass. “so fuckin good” he breathed out and ran a hand through his hair. you ignored him and tried to push his cum out. this could be really bad and you aren’t ready to have your marriage break, but nothing came out, it’s too deep and the panic started to set in. “no, no sweetheart” he crouched down to grab your underwear from around your ankles, he slowly lifted them up and put them back on you, he then leaned over and growled in your ear. “i want you to go back and climb in bed next to your husband, with every single drop of my cum deep in your pussy” 

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part 2

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Your thighs were still trembling when Dean slid his hands up the back of them and pulled you even closer to the edge of the bed.

You were already wrecked — flushed, breathless, voice raw from moaning his name — and Dean? He looked like a man who’d just gotten his fix but still wanted more.

He licked his lips, slow, savoring your taste. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You blinked down at him, dazed, mouth parted.

“I could eat you every night,” he growled, his voice thick with lust and rough around the edges. “Morning, noon, and after every hunt. I’d skip meals if it meant I could have this instead.”

His fingers dragged slowly over your thighs, spreading you wider. “Every time I get between these legs, I swear it’s better than the last.”

You whimpered, hips tilting toward him instinctively.

Dean leaned in again, just close enough for you to feel his breath.

“Your taste? Drives me outta my damn mind. Sweet. Warm. Mine.”

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, getting closer — taking his time, dragging it out, torturing you.

“You don’t know what it does to me… feeling you fall apart on my tongue. Hearing you beg. The way you grab at the sheets, try to close your legs — like you can stop me.”

He looked up at you through heavy lashes, lips already swollen. “You can’t stop me, sweetheart. Not when I’ve got my mouth on you. I live for this.”

And then he dove back in.

No mercy.

He licked and sucked and groaned into you like he was starving, and every time you cried out — every gasp, every stutter of his name — only made him hungrier.

At one point he pulled back just enough to say, “You taste so good when you’re this close. All that slick, just for me.”

You reached for him — hair, shoulders, anything — but Dean didn’t let up. If anything, the sounds you made spurred him on.

He talked you through every moment, every high, every tremble. Told you how perfect you were on his tongue. How proud he was when you broke. How he’d never get tired of it.

And when you came again — hard and gasping — he kept going, licking through it, letting you ride out every last wave.

Because the truth was: Dean Winchester loved eating you out. Not just because it got you off. But because it made you his in the most undeniable, breathless, and beautifully messy way possible.

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i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

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fake it til you make it | masterlist

a collection of four spins on the fake dating trope!

a kind stranger | josh! [COMPLETE ~ 17K] a stranger in a bar comes to your rescue by pretending to be your boyfriend, but the ruse quickly takes on a life of its own. ONE ◦ TWO ◦ THREE ◦ FOUR ◦ FIVE

a family affair | jake! [COMPLETE ~ 17K] when your meddling sister backs you into a corner, you panic and tell her your best friend is actually your boyfriend. ONE ◦ TWO ◦ THREE ◦ FOUR ◦ FIVE

a lover's plight | sam! [COMPLETE ~ 18K] your ex never told his family that he broke your heart, and you begrudgingly agree to help him keep up appearances. ONE ◦ TWO ◦ THREE ◦ FOUR ◦ FIVE

a friendly favor | danny! [COMPLETE ~ 18K] when a friend needs a little help showing his ex that he's moved on, you're a little too willing to help him out. ONE ◦ TWO ◦ THREE ◦ FOUR ◦ FIVE

NSFW/18+

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Pie

Dean Winchester x fem1reader.

All your time of knowing dean winchester he’s never turned down the chance to devour some pie. He loves it more than breathing. But there might just be something he craves more to eat than pie.

Cw- not proof read (sorry not sorry for errors), smut, oral fem rec. vag fingering. Female parts mentioned, clit, core, no real description of reader, no y/n used, overstimulation.

MINORS DNI THIS FIC CONTAINS 18+ LANGUAGE AND THEMES

You lay your back against the plush sheets of the bed back arching mouth open as your boyfriends , dean winchester, head is buried in between your thighs and has been for the last hour and a half. He hasn’t been letting up a single moment drawing out 3 orgasms from you thus far.

His arm grip around your thighs keeping you steady in place for him. Your moans echo off the walls of the bedroom. Your fingers grip onto his hair as he pushes his mouth deeper into your cunt drawing out a groan from him.

His lips are firmly pressed around your clit as he sucks and licks every part of you the emmense pleasure filling you once again. Fanning the flames he lets go of one of your thighs and moves his hand under his chin sitting up a bit to soley focus on your clit before pushing in two finger and digging upwards to your g-spot.

“Ngh.. d-Deann ah.” You whimper out knowing your legs will sooner or later give you. He looks up to your face his pupils lust blown the serotonin just from seeing you come undone at his demise only forcing his thrusts of his fingers to speed up.

You begin to writhe away but the muscle hes built up from years of fighting never falters as he wraps his arm across your waist keeping you still as well as adding pressure to your lower abdomen as to provide more pleasure.

To think this all started with him and sam arguing about pie and the excessive amount of whipped cream he’d put on it. Your snide comment about how he never eats anything as well as pie took a turn for the better as he set his slice aside and grabbed you out of your seat throwing you over his shoulder.

Your hand leaves his head as you grip the sheet beneath you. Your jaw dropping open as the knot within you coils up threatening to break. The vibrations of deans groans are just enough to allow your release. Your thigh clench around his head but he dosnt let up pulling his fingers from you his hands hook themselves in the back of your knees and pushing your legs back to you before he continues to praise your clit.

“D-dean.. ah dean..” you gasp. Your pleads boost his ego more as youre clawing for anything you can grab onto. Your legs begin to shake as the over stimulation hits you. As much as he wants you fucked out asking for mercy as you lay under him of sit utop him as he plows into you, he wants to prove a point with the pie and take you the fuck out on his tounge. And hes done just that.

Dean finally lets up pulling away from your core the sensitivity pulsing through your body as he carefully closes your legs together licking his lips.

“Y-you were saying…hm? About the pie and i?” He asks chuckling after. You pant too fucked out to respond. He leans to you kissing your chest and neck before making his way to your lips. You give him a small smile and nod your only form of speaking until your vocal cords rest a bit after the musical number you beheld dean with.

“Mmhm,” he replies with. You giggle pulling him down to him and kissing his lips all the most wanting more.

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one more || d.w

wc: 1.2k

tw: pwp, fem!reader, fingering, pet names(sweetheart, baby, honey)

a/n: i just have dean brain rot constantly so pls enjoy

you can feel dean’s warm breath fanning your neck as his chin rests against your shoulder while he focuses on his hand between your thighs. his chest is warm against your back. in his hurry to get you spread out for him, dean had neglected to fully remove his clothes, leaving him only shirtless while stilling wearing his sweats from the lazy day you’d been enjoying. you, on the other hand, were completed naked as you pressed against him, writhing against his touch.

one of his hands is playing with your wet little cunt while he’s just gripping your thigh with the other, trying to keep you spread wide open for him to play with.

you’ve got a tight grip on his forearm, trying to get him to just give you a break for a second while your other hand is gripping two of his fingers resting on your thigh, and all you can do is whimper and moan and cry bc it just feels so good.

“mm, can’t take it anymore. ‘m too sensitive, dean,” you tell dean as he continues to play with your wetness. you’d come twice already because dean had a bad day and needed you to make it better, he had told you. you’d been more than happy to make him feel good, but dean had other plans that consisted of slight torture, you’re beginning to think.

“breathe, honey. look at you doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he keeps praising while he keeps rubbing circles on your aching clit.

he just keeps kissing on your neck and your shoulder, and you can’t stop the little gasps and moans that escape you and finally. finally. he’s shoving two of his thick fingers into your leaking pussy.

"that's it, sweetheart. feels good, huh? come on, baby. let go for me," dean's muttering into your ear a few minutes later, causing you to moan. his fingers are hitting so deep inside your wet cunt, and you can't even focus on anything else.

"please!" you whine out, clenching your eyes closed while trying to squeeze your thighs together. you twist against him to bury your face in his chest. your wiggling causes dean to grip your thigh tighter, keeping you spread open for him, pussy on display. you grip his hands, trying to pull him off, but he's just too strong.

"dean,” you whine, dragging out his name. your words are muffled against his bare chest. one of your hands tangle into dean’s hair. you can feel his chest rumble beneath your cheek as you tug on his hair. his groans echo throughout the room, and his eyes close momentarily in pleasure against your grip.

“be a good girl, and come for me. just one more, sweetheart,” dean commands once more. his voice is low in your ear causing something to stir inside you. as quickly as he speaks the words, you’re shaking beneath him. with your eyes still clenched shut, you release your grip on his hair as your hands shoot out to push his away from your body.

your chest is rising and falling rapidly as you scoot away from dean. you don’t make it far before dean is pulling you into him, the slightest smirk resting on his face. you gasp as the waves of pleasure continue to roll through you. you feel dazed, like your brain is foggy, as you try to calm back down.

“breathe for me, baby,” dean is muttering into your ear. you can feel his hands running through your hair as his hands slowly slip back down your body.

“dean, no more! i can’t,” you pout as you lean back into him, holding his arms lightly. dean’s hands rub against your thighs gently.

“no more, baby,” you can feel him chuckle under you, and you finally relax completely against him. dean continues to rub your sore thighs, though his hands travel over the expanse of your entire body. his fingers dig into your soft flesh causing you to let out a content sigh. your eyes are heavy as dean continues.

“m sleepy, dean,” you mumble. dean presses a series of soft kisses to your shoulder before responding.

“i know, sweetheart. gotta clean you up though,” he answers sweetly. you pout at him causing him to laugh slightly before kissing your lips. you kiss him back lazily before he pulls away.

“be a good girl for me one more time tonight, then i’ll let you sleep,” dean tells you. it doesn’t take much convincing to get you to lean forward enough for him to slip out from behind you. you lay back where he had been sitting, curling up as you wait for him to come back.

dean’s footsteps fade as he leaves the room to run a bath. you lay there with your eyes closed as you start dozing. a few minutes later, dean slips back into the room. he’s crouched in front of you, running a warm hand across your face. you open your eyes to see him smiling at you slightly.

“there she is,” dean mumbles when you smile up at him. you slowly sit up, painfully aware of the ache between your legs. dean pats your thigh softly before he stands, reaching out to pull you into his arms. his hands slip under your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. you head rests against his solid shoulder as a lazy smile plays on your lips.

as dean carries you to the bathroom, you kiss his shoulder softly. dean gently places you onto the ground once the two of you enter the bathroom. you smile up at him sweetly as he undresses then directs you into the tub. he steps in first, grabbing your hand to help you into the warm water. he sits down while pulling you to sit in front of him with your back flush against his chest. though you’re in the same position as you were earlier with him, dean’s touch is softer now. his hands are soft against your wet skin, and dean’s arms wrap around your belly partially covering your exposed boobs.

eventually, dean washes your body carefully and once the water goes cold, the two of you get out. dean wraps a fluffy towel around you before wrapping one around his waist. once you get back to your room, dean helps to dry you off before slipping one of his shirts over your head. you sit in the chair across the room, watching as he quickly gets dressed.

you watch dean in confusion as he starts tossing the pillows onto the floor.

“what are you doing?” you mumble sleepily wishing he’d let you lay down. dean looks up at you to meet your gaze.

“i understand that you’re tired but if i let you sleep on dirty sheets, you’re gonna yell at me tomorrow,” dean says with a straight face. you look at him for a moment before nodding with a slight shrug. fair enough. dean finally finishes and motions to the bed. you comply easily and flop down on dean’s side. he shakes his head at you before scooting you over just enough to lay down. once he’s comfortable enough, dean pulls your body onto his. the two of you settle into a peaceful silence in each others embrace.

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Spell Bound

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: It's sex pollen...I couldn't help myself.

Warnings: cursing, use of pet names. An excessive amount of heavy SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), rough sex, oral (F receiving), multiple cream pies

"I freaking hate witches," Dean mumbled as he picked the lock on the apartment door.

You chuckled softly, very used to hearing him grumble every time you were hunting a witch.

He slowly walked into the apartment and you followed in after him.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" you asked quietly.

"Big scary magic book. Sam said it's probably on or near some kind of altar."

"Big scary magic book," you muttered under your breath. "Makes perfect sense."

You sighed as you walked into the living room and noticed several bookcases lined with large books. "You've gotta be kidding me."

Dean shot you a weary smile. "Guess it might take a little longer than I thought."

"You think?"

You took one side of the room and Dean took the other. Sam had described the look of the book to the both of you, but there was really no way to be 100% certain if you found it.

About 15 minutes into your perusal, you spotted a large leather-bound book tucked under what appeared to be an altar cloth. You slowly removed the cloth, wary of what you might uncover. The book was almost exactly as Sam had described, so you had a feeling it was the right one.

"I think I found it," you said aloud.

At almost the same exact moment, a crash sounded from behind you and Dean let out a string of curses.

You spun around to see the hunter brushing off some sort of florescent pink dust from his face. "What the hell did you do?"

"I was moving some of the books and this box fell out and some powder just kinda...sprayed my face."

"Seriously?"

He looked sheepish. "I didn't even see it."

You sighed. "Great. God only knows what the hell that was."

He looked at the box carefully, but there was nothing written on it to identify the powdery substance he had inhaled. He gave you another sheepish look and shrugged. "Maybe it's not harmful."

You shot him a stony look. "Dean...it's a witch. It's not gonna be fairy dust."

He sighed, knowing you were right. He started shifting his shoulders a bit as if he was uncomfortable.

"Let's get out of here. I'll call Sam on the way back to the motel and see if he has any idea what it could be."

Dean nodded and followed you out the door. By the time you got outside the building and to the car, he was twitching like an addict in need of a fix.

"Dean?" you asked tentatively.

"My skin feels like it's on fire and--and it's like--itchy. And there's a weird feeling inside that I can't describe, but it doesn't feel nice."

"Okay...how 'bout I drive?"

He looked up at you with concerned eyes, but he handed you the keys and got into the passenger seat. You knew he must really be feeling terrible if he was letting you drive Baby.

You started the car up and pulled out of the parking spot while simultaneously calling Sam on your cell. He answered on the third ring.

"Dean got some sort of witchy powder on his face and now he's...itchy?" you said quickly in lieu of a greeting.

Sam sighed. "What are his symptoms?"

You put the phone on speaker. "Dean, what are your symptoms?"

Dean couldn't look at you and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a growl. "I feel like crawling out of my own skin, everything aches, and I'm having a hard time breathing right. Oh and I can literally smell (Y/N)'s skin, which is totally not normal!"

"You can smell my skin?"

He grumbled under his breath. "I can smell your skin and your shampoo and your goddamn body wash, and I want--fuck. What the hell is wrong with me, Sam?"

"Uh, I honestly don't know. Let me call Bobby and see if he has any ideas."

You set the phone down on the seat beside you. "Maybe you're turning into some kind of animal?"

"What?"

"Well, I mean...you can smell me...which is weird and kind of--animalistic."

"I don't think that's it," he said harshly. "My body is aching in a way I can't even begin to describe to you, but I don't think I'm morphing into anything."

You eyed him carefully, worry etched into your face. He was your closest friend and trusted hunting partner, and you hated seeing him like this. Witches scared the shit out of you...you knew what they were capable of.

"Maybe drive a little faster," he hissed.

You pressed harder on the gas and the Impala shot down the road. When your phone rang, you answered it immediately.

"So I think I might know what it is, but I have something I need to ask Dean first," Sam said.

"Okay." You looked at Dean. "Can you hold the phone? Sam wants to ask you something."

Dean took the phone from your hand, hissing as his skin made contact with yours. "What?" he grumbled.

"This is gonna be awkward, but I need to know, okay? Do you feel--umm--aroused at all?"

Dean was silent for a moment as he let his brother's question sink in. Ohhh fuuuuck, he thought to himself. He glanced down at his jeans and noticed the bulge straining against them. With the intense pain he was experiencing, he hadn't really noticed. "Son of a bitch," he mumbled. "Yeah."

"Okay, well the good news is, I know what it is. It's called sex pollen."

"It's called what?"

"Sex pollen. The name doesn't really matter, but you have all the symptoms. They're only going to get worse until--well until you die."

"Die? Is there a cure?"

You looked over at Dean in terror, your foot pressing down even further on the pedal. Dean's hand was shaking slightly as he put the phone on speaker so you could hear.

"You have to--uhh--well--shit. You have to umm...fuck it out."

"I have to what?"

"Dude, I know, okay? But you don't have a choice. If you don't you'll die a rather painful death."

"Son of a bitch," Dean said again. "Can I, umm, take care of it myself?"

"According to what Bobby read, the only option is actual intercourse with another person."

"How long do I have?"

You were acutely aware of Dean's close proximity to you, and now you understood the nature of his pain. Your own breathing was more labored, but you desperately tried to maintain control of yourself. Don't make it weird, (Y/N), you thought to yourself.

"30 minutes from the time of contact until...until death," Sam answered.

"30 minutes?" you gasped. You started doing the math in your head as Dean continued talking to his brother. "We have maybe 10 more minutes until we get back to the motel and that leaves about 10 until..."

Dean looked over at you, his normally green eyes dark with need. "I'm so fucked," he muttered.

"That doesn't really leave us time to find someone for you to--you know," you said worriedly.

"Shit."

"Might wanna make it fast," Sam said.

"Obviously," Dean snapped. "How long will it take to...get out of my system?"

"That depends," Sam began. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

"Another story?"

"It could take a lot longer."

"Great," you mumbled.

"Sam, don't be there when we get there," Dean growled at his brother before hanging up the phone.

"Dean?" you questioned softly.

"Just drive, (Y/N)."

You continued driving, but your focus was most definitely not on the road. You could hear the heavy breathing and the soft pained sounds coming from the man beside you and it made it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. It certainly didn't help that you had wanted him for years and seeing him like this was making you feel things you absolutely shouldn't be feeling.

Dean flirted with you regularly, but he flirted with almost every person he came into contact with. It's just a part of his personality, so you never read into it. While Dean quite obviously adored you (and you him), you were not his type. You were a good fighter, sure, but where you really excelled was research. You were brilliant--almost as knowledgable as Bobby, though you still had plenty to learn. You were also significantly more--voluptuous than the women Dean gravitated to. Soft, chubby, more to love--whatever you wanna call it. As such, you'd never made any sort of move to announce your feelings for him. You didn't want to face his rejection.

"Sweetheart, if you don't speed up, I'm liable to die before we make it there," Dean hissed.

You shot him a look. "We're less than two minutes away, so don't die on me yet, Winchester."

He exhaled sharply and nodded. "I'm not gonna make it either way, (Y/N). Like you said, we don't have enough time to find a, uh--partner."

You took a deep breath. "I can't let you die."

He looked over at you and you felt his gaze boring right into your soul. "I can't do that to you."

"I really don't see how we have much of a choice here."

You pulled into the motel parking lot before he could respond.

"Let's go," you said quickly as you got out of the car and made your way to your room.

Dean was right behind you, so close you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. As soon as the door was unlocked, Dean was pushing you through it and locking it behind you.

"Shit," he muttered. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"It's okay, Dean," you said softly. "I'm not afraid."

His eyes widened and he grabbed your chin. "You should be...I'm going to lose control."

"It's alright...use me."

He let out a low growl and squeezed your chin tighter. "I--I won't be able to make this good for you."

You pressed yourself against his body, feeling the hard ridges against you. "It's not about me. You need this."

That was all it took for Dean to let go. His lips attacked yours with a hunger you were not expecting despite the intensity of the situation. He was not at all gentle as he tore your clothes from your body, ripping his own off with equal force.

He tossed you down on the bed with shocking ease. He had absolutely no difficulty manhandling you. You weren't sure if it was the sex pollen or just him.

His lips and hands were everywhere, touching every inch of your soft skin he could possibly reach. He needed to be inside of you so badly it was almost impossible to breathe. His skin burned with each touch and his instincts screamed at him to just break you.

He moves his way down your body and you're surprised as he stops just above your core. "Dean, what are you doing?" You knew he needed a release--and soon--or he wasn't gonna make it.

A voice in the back of his mind kept reminding him this was (Y/N), his (Y/N). Even in his current state, he wanted to avoid hurting you if he could. "Need to get you ready," he grunted.

The words were barely out of his mouth before he was devouring your pussy. The sounds he made were incredible, the feeling almost electrifying. He slid two fingers in and moved them in a scissoring motion to help loosen you up.

He was only down there for a 30 seconds before he came up and locked eyes with you. "I can't hold off anymore."

You nodded. "Just let go. I'll be okay."

He knew the moment he slid inside you, he'd be a goner. Whatever tiny amount of self control he'd managed to hang onto would disappear in an instant. But he could also feel the roaring agony inside him and he needed to feed it before it devoured him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against your ear a split second before he sheathed himself fully inside you.

You cried out--pain mixing with pleasure as his large member stretched you in ways you'd never before experienced.

Dean couldn't give you time to adjust--he was too far gone. His hips began to move and his sole focus was on his own pleasure--his own release.

His thrusts were powerful and fast, so much so that your body started to scoot farther up the bed. He grabbed your hips and held you in place, pace never faltering. The sensations were almost painful given his size, but you wouldn't have stopped him even if you could have.

"Fuck, baby--you feel so good," he grunted.

You were more than a little surprised when he spoke--you hadn't pegged him as a dirty talker. Then again, it could very well have been the pollen. The same could be said of the sounds coming from his mouth. You'd never heard such sinful noises and you loved them.

"So tight--squeezing me so good. Feels like heaven."

You squeezed his cock purposefully, making him groan each time you clenched down. He needed his release and you were gonna make sure he got it. Your own enjoyment was far from your mind--this was essentially a transaction--a lifesaving measure. You had to view it that way to protect your heart...at least that's what you told yourself.

"Baby," he moaned. "Imma fill you up--so close."

Despite the voice in your head telling you this wasn't real--that you shouldn't have any emotional attachments--you reached up and touched his face, caressing it lovingly. "Cum for me, Dean," you whispered.

His eyes locked on yours and he bit his lip--hearing you say his name in the heat of the moment was a bigger turn on than he'd ever imagined. It pushed him right over the edge and he spilled inside of you with a grunt.

You lay beneath him, panting despite the minimal exertion on your part. He'd had his orgasm, but he was still moving, much to your surprise. "You're not done--?"

He shook his head. "Need more."

He pulled out and quickly flipped you over with no warning. You instinctively lifted your hips to allow him access, which he took without hesitation. His cock was still throbbing and the need still burned in his veins. His mind remained singularly focused on his relief--his pleasure.

He slammed into your pussy and set a brutal pace, earning a cry of pain from your lips. This new angle allowed him better access, sending his cock deeper inside of you. His head brushed against your cervix with each thrust, a stinging pain accompanying the pleasure.

Dean's large palm came down on your ass with a hard smack, eliciting a gasp of surprise from your lips. Your pussy clamped down on his cock as he landed another slap to your round cheek.

"Fuck baby, you like that don't you?" Smack. "You like it when I slap this sexy ass?" Smack. "Fuck--squeezing me so tight, sweetheart." Smack.

He was right though, you loved it. You always had, but there was something extra enjoyable about having your ass smacked by Dean Fucking Winchester. Even if you couldn't verbally express your pleasure to him, your pussy made it well-known.

Dean's right hand gripped your hips tightly, pulling you flush against him as he continued pumping. His left hand trailed up your back until he grabbed a fist full of hair at the base of your neck and pulled. Your head snapped back and you cried out, but you didn't fight him.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to pull this hair, pretty girl? Fuck--I think about it all the time." His pace was relentless and his hand remained entangled in your hair.

You'd never really noticed him looking at your hair in any particular way, so you assumed once again the pollen was making him say such dirty little things.

After several more thrusts, Dean let go of your hair and pushed down on your upper back, forcing you to press your upper body into the mattress. Dean gripped your hips with both of his hands and slammed into you with an intensity that was unmatched by any of his previous actions.

You had a feeling he was close to another orgasm, at least if his grunts and curses were anything to go by. You clenched down around him again, intent on pushing him past the brink.

It worked like a charm. Dean came with a cry of your name, thrusts continuing as he emptied inside of you once again.

You were exhausted and you hadn't had a single orgasm. Part of you really hoped Dean had gotten it all out of his system, but another part of you didn't want this to end. Even if it wasn't real--even if he didn't actually want to be having sex with you, you liked pretending, if only for a little while.

Dean pulled out of you slowly and rolled you over with a surprising gentleness. You assumed that meant he was satiated and the pollen was out of his system.

When you met his eyes, you were surprised by how brilliantly green they were. You'd almost gotten used to the dark forest color that had taken over as a result of the pollen. He was looking at you with an odd expression you couldn't quite place, but for some reason it made you want to scurry away and hide.

"Better?" you whispered.

He cocked his head to the side and a small smirk played on his lips. "Not even close," he murmured.

His lips met yours in a fiery kiss before you had time to respond. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was more passionate, more intense. It made your body tingle all over and a warmth spread through your veins.

Dean's brain fog had finally cleared enough that he could actually slow down and focus on what was happening--on what he was doing, or rather who. He hated that he'd cum twice without even thinking about you, let alone making you orgasm. Dean prided himself on being an excellent lover and he wasn't about to let you leave this bed unsatisfied.

His cock brushed against your pussy as he shifted to hold you closer. You both inhaled sharply, enjoying the sensation. Dean's lips began to travel down your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses in his wake. He nipped at your pulse point, earning an excited moan from you. He liked hearing that sound, so he sucked on that spot until you were panting heavily beneath him.

His hands traveled over your soft curves, touching and squeezing all the parts of your body you were self-conscious about. Dean didn't seem to give a damn that your stomach wasn't flat, that your hips weren't narrow and your thighs weren't skinny--in fact, he seemed to be reveling in the feeling of softness.

His lips were so gentle as he continued his downward movements. He kissed and licked and sucked on each of your breasts, spending several minutes focusing on each one. "You have such perfect breasts," he murmured.

You were too surprised, and perhaps too lost in pleasure, to formulate any kind of response to his words. Luckily, he didn't seem to need one, and he refocused his attention on you.

Once he was satisfied your breasts had received enough love, he continued moving down your stomach, stopping to place soft kisses to every mark and scar he saw.

When he reached your sweet pussy, he spread your legs as wide as he could and settled down between them. You were surprised at his actions, especially since you knew he was still hard--that he still needed another release.

Dean was now singularly focused on one thing--and that was you. Now that his damn brain was working properly, he wanted to make sure you enjoyed this--even if it was a one time thing because you didn't want him to die, he wasn't about to walk away from this without making you scream his name at least once.

He breathed in deeply, smelling your arousal mixed with his own spend, and he smirked. His eyes flicked up to yours and his mouth latched onto your clit, unleashing an overwhelming assault on your swollen mound.

You gasped as the sudden pleasure washed over you. You couldn't take your eyes off the man between your legs--nor did he take his eyes off you. Every time your hips bucked or you tried to move, his strong arms held you in place so he could continue to watch you.

You were writhing against the sheets in what felt like seconds--it was probably longer, but either way you felt embarrassed at how quickly you fell apart under his touch. Your orgasm tore through you like a hurricane, broken moans dripping from your lips.

To your shock, and perhaps concern, Dean didn't stop his assault on your pussy. Even as you tried to squirm away, he held you in place, desperate to give you another orgasm. You whimpered that it was too much, begged him to give you a break, but all of those words quickly morphed into pleas to keep going--don't stop.

"Dean," you gasped as your fingers slipped into his hair, grabbing hold of the short locks by the roots. Your nails scrapped lightly against his scalp and he let out a soft groan.

His tongue seemed to dance across your clit, creating beautiful designs and languages only he seemed to know. He paid attention to what motions made you quiver, which ones made you moan, and which ones had you tugging on his hair with an iron grip.

"Dean, please--I--so close," you moaned.

He smiled, enjoying the immense pleasure he was giving you just as much as you seemed to enjoy it. A few moments later, you were once again coming apart against his mouth and he eagerly lapped up everything you had to give him.

This time as you tugged on his hair and squirmed away, he obliged, lifting himself up from between your thighs. He licked his lips as he looked down at your blissed out face.

"You taste like heaven, baby," he murmured. "Wanna taste?"

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes widened and you nodded hesitantly. He smiled wolfishly as he leaned down to kiss you, tongue invading your mouth almost instantly, allowing you to taste yourself.

You moaned into the kiss and he held you even more tightly, lips sealed to yours like he needed your air to breathe.

He wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed to control his urges long enough to coax two orgasms from you, but he could feel that control waning. "I need you, baby," he whispered against your lips. "I need you so badly."

You looked up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. You lifted your hips to brush against his cock and he groaned at the contact. You nipped at his jaw and pulled him back down to you. "Fuck me, Dean. Please."

He groaned. "Yes ma'am."

He didn't hesitate as he gripped his cock firmly and lined it up with your entrance. He slipped inside easily, having plenty of lubrication to assist him. Despite having been inside of you multiple times at this point, he was still taken aback by how fucking incredible you felt.

"God, I love this pussy," he murmured. "She was made for me."

You moaned softly at his words and the feeling of him inside you once again. As he started to move, he was much more gentle and you found yourself enjoying the sensations--perhaps more than you should.

"You're so good for me, (Y/N)," Dean mumbled, already lost in the feeling of you.

You would have given anything to hear him say that, but the words broke your heart a little. Had he had any other choice, he likely wouldn't be here right now--you wouldn't be the one he was fucking.

"Hey," he whispered, a rough, calloused hand running along your cheek as he looked at you. "Where's that pretty little head at?"

You smiled at him. "Right here, Dean."

Somewhere inside of him, he knew you were lying, but the damn pollen was still affecting his senses. He accepted your response and went back to his actions, focusing on the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock like a vise.

He wanted to feel you cum one more time...wanted to feel the way you'd squeeze his cock as you came. He wanted to watch you come undone beneath him, lost in pleasure he gave you.

He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted your hips, sliding the pillow under them. This provided him a new, improved angle, allowing him to cage you beneath him and hit that sweet spot inside you.

"Dean!" you gasped as the first thrust hit your g-spot.

He grinned and picked up his pace, slamming into it repeatedly. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge of an orgasm you knew would ruin you. Dean Winchester already made you feel things no other man ever had and his ability in bed was no exception. Damn him.

His thrusts were firm and measured, each one sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your body. The familiar tightening in your gut was so intense you thought you might actually explode.

Dean's strong arms were on either side of your head and he was looking down at you with that same strange expression from earlier. "You're so damn beautiful, baby. I wanna watch this pretty face as you cum for me."

You gasped, unprepared for the way his words made you feel. You felt emboldened, so you asked for what you needed. "I need more, Dean."

His hand slipped between your bodies, a single finger gently massaging your clit as he continued to fuck you. "That better, baby?"

You nodded rapidly, earning a soft chuckle from his sweet lips.

"You gonna cum for me beautiful?"

You nodded again.

"Yeah? I want you to keep those pretty eyes open when you cum, okay? Wanna see you fall apart."

"Dean..." you whispered.

"I know, sweet girl. I've got you."

Your brain seemed to short-circuit in that moment. All you could feel was a blinding hot pressure immediately followed by an intense euphoria. You heard someone scream "Dean!" and you belatedly realized it had been your voice.

The intensity of your orgasm sent Dean spiraling over the edge of his own. He hadn't even been prepared for it--the mixture of you screaming his name and the sensations of you squeezing him so tightly and the gorgeous way your face contorted as you came was all he needed.

He emptied into you a third and final time, his cock finally beginning to soften as he helped you ride out your high.

He pulled out and flopped down beside you on the bed, his body aching from what had to be some of the best sex of his life--sex pollen or not.

You were just as sore as Dean--probably more so given you literally couldn't move. The two of you laid there in silence, slowly coming down from the electrical highs you'd experienced, both trying to catch your breath for the first time in what felt like hours.

Dean was the first to recover. "Did I hurt you?" he asked so softly you almost didn't hear him.

You turned your head to look at him and your heart clenched at the expression on his face. He was genuinely worried, brows furrowed in concern. You contemplated lying to him, but you knew he'd see right through you.

"A little," you said honestly.

He winced and his beautiful eyes closed. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)--I would never hurt you on purpose--ever."

You offered him a small smile he couldn't see, until your hand touched his cheek and he opened his eyes again. "I know."

There were a thousand other things you wanted to say--a thousand words you wanted to string together into just the right sentences, but you couldn't. You wouldn't put yourself through it.

"Shower?" he asked softly.

"I honestly don't think I can stand."

A smirk played on his lips. "That should not make me feel so damn good."

You laughed lightly, glad to hear the teasing tone in his voice that you loved so much.

He managed to pull himself into a sitting position. "It's not ideal, but there is a bathtub..." he trailed off.

"I wouldn't mind a bath," you admitted.

He nodded and got to his feet. He was a little unsteady at first, but managed to make his way to the bathroom. You heard the water running as he filled up the tub.

You laid there thinking about everything that had just happened. This was a position you'd never imagined you'd be in--with anyone, let alone Dean Winchester.

You knew this wasn't something you were going to be able to forget about, but you hoped things would go back to normal between the two of you and eventually this would just be a funny story.

Suddenly, Sam's words from earlier snapped into your mind. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

One and done...one and done. This most definitely had not been a 'one and done' scenario. But didn't that mean...? No. No way. Impossible. Dean Winchester does NOT have feelings for you.

You began to rationalize your thought process. Maybe "care about" included a friendly relationship. Yeah...yeah that made the most sense. Of course Dean cares about you. You're his best friend. There couldn't possibly be anything more to it...right?

As if on cue, Dean stepped back into the room. "Bath's ready."

"Okay." You tried to pull yourself up, but you immediately fell back against the mattress, body too worn out to sustain any kind of movement.

Dean chuckled lightly and came up to the side of the bed. He pulled the pillow out from under your hips and slipped his arms under your body, hoisting you up bridal style.

"Jesus!" you yelled. "Put me down! I'm too heavy--you'll throw out your back."

Dean laughed. "Calm down, (Y/N). I just threw you around this bed repeatedly with zero issues. I promise I can carry you to the bathroom without dying."

"But--"

He glared at you and tightened his grip on you as if to prove his point. "Ain't a damn thing wrong with your body, so shut it."

Your mouth closed immediately. His words sent a jolt directly to your core and you were almost annoyed by it. As if three orgasms wasn't enough...

Dean very gently set you on your feet in the bathroom and slowly helped you into the tub. As soon as he got you into a seated position, he got into the tub as well, slipping in behind you.

"Umm...whatcha doing?"

"Taking a bath."

"Isn't the tub a bit small for both of us?"

You could feel him shrug behind you. "I think it's perfect size. Now come here." He grabbed your shoulders and gently pulled you back so you were laying against his chest. "That's better," he muttered.

Your mind began to race once again as you laid there, body tense and uncomfortable.

"Okay, (Y/N), I know you better than anyone, so don't you dare lie to me. Where's your head at?"

"I--" you sighed. "I'm not really sure how to feel."

He nodded. "I know you didn't want this--I feel like I had to literally force myself onto you and I hate that. I know you only agreed so I wouldn't die, but--"

"Woah--stop." You sat up and turned your head to face him. "That's not true at all. You didn't force me to do anything."

"Okay, maybe 'force' is the wrong word...but you did have sex with me to save my life. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"I'm painfully aware," you muttered.

He ran his hand over his face. "I'm not saying any of this right."

"Then what are you trying to say?"

He bit his lip. "Remember what Sammy said? About...how long the effects would last?"

You nodded.

"Well in case you didn't notice, I had three orgasms."

"Both me and my very sore vagina noticed," you said lightly.

He sighed. "Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you, (Y/N)?"

You turned a little more so you could see his face better. He had that same look he'd had when he was making you feel incredible. "I need to hear you say it..." you whispered.

He nodded and leaned forward so his face was mere inches from yours. "He didn't mean 'care' as in 'we're friends, so I care about you'...he meant 'care' as in 'love'."

Your lips parted and you inhaled sharply.

"So you see, I don't just care about you as a friend...and I don't just love you as a friend...I'm in love with you."

"You--you love me?"

"In love," he repeated. "For as long as I can remember."

"You're in love--with me?"

He chuckled softly. "Who else would I be talking to, baby? Yes, I'm in love with you."

"I--I don't know--" you stuttered.

"The only thing you need to know is how you feel. Do you know how you feel about me, (Y/N)?" he whispered.

You nodded slowly.

"And?"

"I'm in love with you too."

He grinned widely. "Yeah?"

You nodded, cheeks turning red.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him. He looked down at you with that expression he'd been wearing and you suddenly realized what it was...it was love--real, true, beautiful, heart aching love.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips, which you returned in kind. He held you tightly, loving the feeling of your body in his arms.

"We better get cleaned up before this water gets cold," he said softly, lips pressing to your hair.

"Mhmm," you hummed.

He chuckled. "Don't you dare fall asleep on me, babe."

"But I'm comfortable," you whined.

He smiled against your cheek. "Give me five minutes to clean you up and then we can sleep, okay?"

You looked over at him and smiled. "Deal."

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Background Stories

Season 1

Season 2

Season 3

Season 4

Season 5

Season 6

Season 7

Season 8

Season 9

Season 10

Season 11

Season 12 (in progress)

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𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

SUMMARY : maricela is a hunter who's been in love with dean winchester for years. given the age gap, he's made it clear he only sees her as his little sister. when she officially joins team free will after the angels fall, dean begins to see she isn't a kid anymore. with abaddon on the rise, dean takes on the only weapon that could kill her: the mark of cain. sam, mari, and cas watch as dean suffers the effects of the mark. after metatron kills dean, what's left of team free will does everything to find and save the beloved winchester. with the news of dean becoming the very thing he hunted for a living, sam and mari set out to bring him home. once dean's back in the bunker, they begin the demon curing ritual, hoping for success. when demon dean gets loose and finds maricela alone, he does what dean could never do. before he could kill, they finished the ritual, curing dean. though the eldest winchester was no longer a knight of hell, the curse remained, only worsening the effects from before. as they desperately search for a way to remove it, maricela deals with the marks dean gave her and the aftermath that goes with it.

WARNING : mature content. pining. age-gap. angst. fluff. smut. violence. murder. death. alcohol use. depictions of torture. graphic scenes. sexual abuse. mental abuse. verbal abuse. physical abuse. corruption. degregation.

each chapter will have it's own warning. i would include more but i don't wanna give anything away!

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟏 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟗 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎

𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝…

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𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

(Dean Winchester x Reader Masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A hunter believes it is his job to bare the Mark of Cain and suffer alone. It's Dean's destiny to kill his enemies and save the world no matter how vast the oceans of blood will grow. Sam, of course, refuses to let his brother do this alone and he is on the desperate search to find someone who can help his brother before he changes for the worst. When Castiel tells Sam about a rumor of a girl who is the direct descendent of Cain, he begins the hunt for her. He hopes you will be able to help him find a way to subside Dean's changes before he loses his brother forever.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: SPN spoilers pertaining to seasons nine and ten. SPN level of violence, gore, blood, torture, which may not be suitable for all audiences.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 09.12.23

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 11.09.23

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 1

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 2

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 3

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 4

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 5

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 6

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 7

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 8

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 9

𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 10 (final)

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𐚁 Rodeo Nights (series masterlist)

Paring: dean winchester x fem!reader

Summary: y/n singer and dean winchester share a lifelong friendship in the world of rodeo, where danger and passion constantly collide. y/n, a skilled barrel racer, and dean, a cocky bull rider, have always been there for each other. but as they finally confront the feelings they’ve kept hidden for years, their relationship begins to shift. a series of events tests their bond and forces them to navigate the turbulence of their changing dynamic. will they survive the storm or ride through it together, emerging stronger than ever?

Warnings: soulmates au!, eventual smut, slow burn!!, cursing, best friends to lovers, injuries, jealousy, bull rider!dean, barrel racer!reader, eventual fluff, drinking, reader and dean are both in their 20s, soulmates trope, more tags to come but these are the basics!

total wc: 34.7k

𐚁 chapter one: unspoken feelings

𐚁 chapter two: lines we don’t cross

𐚁 chapter three: signs we can’t ignore

𐚁 chapter four: ripples between us

𐚁 chapter five: when ghosts come back

𐚁 chapter six: echoes of the unsaid

𐚁 chapter seven: hints of something more

𐚁 chapter eight: lines we can’t uncross

𐚁 chapter nine: giving into you ❤︎ smut

𐚁 chapter ten: in the quiet of forever

this series contains smut. I put a warning for the chapter but I am not responsible for your reading consumption.

minors do not interact with the chapter that contains smut. you can read up until that chapter but please avoid smut if you aren’t eighteen or older. thx <3

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The Arrangement Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Summary: Dean Winchester and Y/N Singer have been best friends since childhood—until one dream changes everything. After a drunken mishap and the resurface of feelings buried, the line of friendship is crossed. The solution? The Arrangement. However, as their story unfolds, lines blur, jealousy flares, and before long, they’re forced to face the truth—maybe “the one” has been beside them all along.

Set in the year 2005 (for reference)

AN: I'm too excited, I have to share the news!!! This story has been a WIP for a while now. It's something I have really enjoyed writing and would love to share with you all. So join me on a thrilling ride of all of our favourite tropes in fan-fiction of love, angst, smut, heartbreak and everything else 😘

Main Masterlist

Chapters containing adult themes/smut (18+ ONLY) will contain **

Will be updated every Friday, starting from this week.

Chapter One

Chapter Two **

Chapter Three **

Chapter Four

Chapter Five **

Chapter Six **

Chapter Seven **

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine - 04/04/25

Chapter Ten (Epilogue)

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Babylon The Great Series Masterlist

Read on A03! - Listen to the Playlist!

Main Masterlist - Dean Masterlist

Rating/Warnings: 18+ for canon-typical violence, swearing, severe mental health issues, self-harm and suicidal ideation, mentions of rape/non-con, and sexual content.

Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, eventual happy ending.

Series Summary

There's something wrong with you that's not wrong with other people. You're a hunter, and a damn good one, but you might be a monster.

There might be something in you that needs to be put down. Something broken that can't be fixed.

It's why you've had one rule your whole life. The only thing your father has ever made clear is that, no matter what, you need to stay away from John Winchester. He can't even know you exist, or he'll kill you and never blink.

And when your paths cross a hunt, you should've run, but you didn't. You couldn't. Because you looked at Dean Winchester, and something changed inside of you. Something called you to him, and you can't figure out what it was, but you know it's strong. And you know that, whatever Dean's doing to you, you don't really care to fight it. Things are broken in you, just as much is broken in him, and you fit perfectly together in a way you'll never be able to describe.

But it's more complicated than that, though. The world pulls you and Dean apart again and again.

And you find your way back, again and again.

Author's Note

This story is non-canon compliant rewrite, but primarily plot wise. Think of it as we're cooking with all the same ingredients (i.e lore, characters, setting, and backstory) but with one change (you) that gets us to a drastically different ending.

What the means is that there will be a lot of similar plot points to Supernatural, but the further we go through the story the more it will diverge. I've also take some creative labor with the reader, adding lore that's defiantly not a part of canon, but crucial to this story.

If you have any questions about this, feel free to ask! If not, I hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter List

Chapter 1 - In My Brain and In My Blood Chapter 2 - Under My Skin Chapter 3 - I Get A Little Dizzy Chapter 4 - You Bleed Like Me Chapter 5 - If You Let Me Chapter 6 - All The Noise Chapter 7 - Something I Can See Chapter 8 - Keep Us Far Apart Chapter 9 - Does The Feeling Haunt You Chapter 10 - Look and See Chapter 11 - You Might Drown Chapter 12 - Watch You Work The Room Chapter 13 - You'll Have to Believe It Chapter 14 - Water Is Forever Chapter 15 - Before It Falls Apart (4/3)

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BREAK ME DOWN || Series Masterlist

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

AN: For those of you who enjoyed “Checkerboard,” here’s the requested prequel series! It’s gonna be a long road to get to that version of Soldier Boy. Technically this is an AU set post-season 3.

Series Tags/Warnings: **Rated M. (18+ only.) Enemies to frenemies to lovers. Angsty, messy, moral quandaries galore. This is a romance, but it’s a dark world with morally gray and dark characters, including Soldier Boy, of course. **Smut, language, misogyny, violence, and other chapter-specific tags.

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Music Playlist Posters

Chapters:

Prologue

Part 1 - The Game Begins

Part 2 - You Move Me, Baby

Part 3 - Somewhere Down Below

Part 4 - On the Inside Out

Part 5 - Morning, Night & Day

Part 6 - A Hot Meal

Part 7 - Until Midnight

Part 8 - Something in the Way

Part 9 - Breach

Part 10 - Caught in the Balance

Part 11 - The Lion's Den

Part 12 - All Your Wicked Ways

Part 13 - A Generous Deal

Part 14 - Safe House

Part 15 - The Tower

Part 16 - Soldier Boy

Part 17 - More Than Words Can Say

Epilogue - All My Living Time

Series Complete!

Not done reading this version of Soldier Boy x Reader? Well, there's more to their story.

One-Shots & Mini Series

All of these stories follow the main series above and are listed in chronological reading order (not the order I wrote them in, but how they should be read).

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut)

In the Dark You and Ben have tackled the insurmountable together, but no one said the recovery would be easy.

Checkerboard** You’re not a supe. You’re breakable. Soldier Boy sometimes forgets that.

Wanderlust** Your wandering hands are keeping Ben up at night.

A Simple Touch Annie still has reservations about Ben, and you dating him for that matter…until she sees it.

Love Actually** - [MINI SERIES] Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system. At least, you hope you can, before he meets the rest of your dysfunctional family on Christmas Day.

Series Complete!

Wake Me Up** - [MINI SERIES] A few weeks after you and Ben celebrate your first Christmas together, he is returning from another mission with the Supe Affairs team. When he discovers that you’ve been taken, he’ll do whatever it takes to find you. And then, to help you heal.

Series Complete!

Strong As Blood** After you accidentally break through a solid wood table, you know there’s something wrong with you. You begin to have your suspicions, but can you keep it from Ben long enough to find out? 

(In other words: This is the story of how you and Ben discover that you’re pregnant.)

Part 1 || Part 2 - Complete

Sleigh Ride Yet again, you convince Ben to indulge you in a new Christmas tradition.

Until Morning A quiet moment between you, Ben, and your newborn daughter.

This One's For You Late one night, finding no other recourse, Ben sings to his infant daughter to help her sleep.

Lesson Learned** There’s only so much teasing Ben is willing to take. He has no choice but to punish you. (Sequel to This One's For You)

Green** Ben spends the day alone with his daughter, to varying degrees of success. When you get home, it prompts a serious conversation.

Calculated Risks You and Ben argue about your commitment to being a working mom. When a rogue supe gets loose at Supe Affairs, mayhem ensues, putting not only your life at risk, but your daughter’s as well.

Imagines:

Getting jealous.** 💚 Ben needs new clothes, but the shop girls think your boyfriend is fair game.

Ben’s reaction to his girlfriend on her period.❣️ How he takes care of you.

Ben loses you. 💔 Includes a “twist” ending…

Talk to Me 💞 In the wake of his vivid nightmare, you confront Ben about his fears and get him to open up. [Sequel to “Ben loses you.”]

Headcanons:

Inspiration behind the Part 17 plot twist. It has to do with my love of Smallville. (Spoilers for BMD Part 17.)

How many kids would you and Ben have? The answer is...

Ben's reaction to his daughter Lila's first crush (vs. his son's). The double standard here is ridiculous!

How Ben would react when Lila gets a boyfriend (or girlfriend). Dad!Ben is pretty much what you'd expect...

How Ben reacts when his daughter (Lila) is dating an asshole. He sees an unfortunately "kindred" spirit.

What if Lila caught Ben on a bad day? Featuring reactions from young!Lila and teen!Lila.

What (BMD) Soldier Boy/Ben Would Say to His Younger Self Ben has the opportunity to meet his counterpart from the 1980s. What advice would he offer?

Imagine Soldier Boy (Ben) "Sliding Up" to You in the Club Despite what you might think, he's got moves...

Moodboard below created by @chernayawidow:

"But you move me, baby. All my livin time..."

"A fight for love and glory, a case of do or die..."

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Soldier Boy Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Title: Supernatural: the Sullivan Series Characters: Zoë Sullivan (OFC), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Abigail Sullivan (OFC), Bobby Singer, Castiel, and many more. Summary: Huntress Zoë Sullivan has a tainted past and buried secrets, which have molded her into a survivor with nothing left to lose; confident, reckless and borderline insane. Her life is about to take another turn when she runs into the Winchester brothers. Their lives and destinies are threaded together, all three of them a part of a much bigger picture.  Warnings for the entire series: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, both minor and major character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Smut, swearing, alcohol(ism), smoking and drug use/addiction. Sexual abuse (non-con), (mentions of) child abuse. Adultery. Pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage. Kidnapping, torture, murder, blackmail, self sacrifice, illegal/criminal practices. Hospital scenes, physical and mental illness. Depression, suicide, PTSD, trauma, panic attacks, flashbacks, nightmares, hallucinations. I can keep going, but I think you’ve got the idea.

Series masterlist:

Like the TV show, Supernatural: The Sullivan Series has seasons and episodes. Each episode consists of a number of chapters.

Season 1:

1x01 - Changes (11 chapters - finished)

1x02 - In Bad Waters (15 chapters - finished)

1x03 - Black Dog (18 chapters - ongoing)

1x04 - Voodoo Child

1x05 - Death In The Fast Lane

1x06 - The Damage Is Done

1x07 - The Unforgiven

1x08 - If You Want Blood

1x09 - Gimme Shelter

1x10 - Live And Let Die