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Supernatural Magazine

✦ Issue 1 ✦ Dec. 2007 ⟡ Jan. 2008 Alt Cover ⟡ Newsstand Cover ⟡ Pages 1-9

credit & links:

⟡ more Supernatural Magazines.

⟡ scans from Internet Archive - The Magazine Rack

⟡ dividers by @easytiger-xo.

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I need to ride his shoulders

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Eric Brady ▸ Dean Winchester ▸ Mark Meachum

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Jensen Ackles | Oklahoma Convention, SNS, June 7, 2025 [x]

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Bestie I need to know

How pregnancy sex with both Dean and SB/Ben would be 😮‍💨

Thots thoughts?

۫ ꣑ৎ bee yaps: hiii anon, first off I think that these two would have totally different ways of approaching pregnant intimacy, so i hope this does it justice. i’ll be keeping if surface level just bc i’ve never been pregnant / know what it’s like lmao.

cw: smut.ᐟ pregnancy sex.ᐟ breeding kink.ᐟ soft!dean.ᐟ soft&dom!ben.ᐟ possessive behavior.ᐟ praise kink.ᐟ 18+

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ soldier boy / ben

⟡ ben’s obsessed with how you look, especially when you start to show. big swollen tits, round belly, thighs softer and thicker. he can’t keep his hands off you (shocker).

⟡ i think he’d be into you riding him cowgirl with your belly pressed against him, so he can see everything. or classic missionary to watch your tits smack together.

⟡ everyone knows ben has a breeding kink, so when he found out… that made the man’s ego even worse.

⟡ he’d be into telling you about what he did. “look at you fuckin’ glowing, huh? look what i did to you, baby. knocked you up good” or “s’my baby in there, gonna make me a daddy yea?” while his hands are all over the swell of your stomach.

⟡ but… he’d also make you say it, wanting to hear it come from you. like a reminder of who got you knocked up in the first place.

⟡ when he’s feeling foul (all the time), he’s saying the most rank words. “gonna keep this cunt full a’my cum, keep you nice and full a’my babies.”

⟡ when he cums inside you, he’s saying some ridiculous shit like “this one’s gonna stick too yea? gonna have a second one in there by the time i’m done with you” even though that’s not how it works.

⟡ when he’s fucking you, he’s ‘joking’ about “accidentally getting so deep the baby feels it” and he’s all cocky and proud because of course his dicks big.

⟡ closer to the due date he’s definitely taking doctors orders on doing the ‘perineal massages’ on you, and gladly will do them with a smirk on his face.

⟡ overall, he’s getting off on the visual. you all sweaty, flushed, handprints on your hip and his cum dripping out of you, while your belly heaves from breathing so hard. he’d praise you for “being made to carry his kid”. he wouldn’t be rough, but definitely not as soft and sweet as dean.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ dean winchester

⟡ similar to ben, dean also is obsessed with how you look while pregnant.

⟡ he’s obsessed with how your body changes. can’t stop palming at your thighs or running his hands over your hips. “it’s not fair how good you look like this.”

⟡ dean makes you lie back, propped up with pillows, lights dimmed soft. he’s got a hand on your stomach the whole time, thumb brushing your skin. he’s treating you so gentle and delicate the whole time.

⟡ he’s all about slow thrusts, forehead pressed to yours, kissing your belly anytime he can. he’ll slow his thrusts down if you tense at all, murmuring “talk to me, baby. you okay?”

⟡ his goofy ass definitely talks to your bump during sex in a teasing tone. “close your ears, kid. your dad’s busy takin’ care of business right now.”

⟡ he’s become obsessed with calling you ‘mama’ ocassionally during sex. “so full a’me, so perfect. gonna be such a good mama, baby.”

⟡ i feel like dean gets all emotional after he finishes. just holds you while rubbing your belly and whispering “i can’t believe we’re doin’ this. me and you.” because he genuinely can’t believe he’s gonna be a dad.

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It's wonderful how, with no warning and without even trying, we will randomly stumble across new favorite songs, new favorite artists, new favorite books, new favorite movies, new favorite games, new favorite shows, new favorite snacks, new passions, new hobbies, new interests, new favorite blogs and new favorite people. So when things are terrible, hold onto the fact that someday, possibly when you least expect it, you'll suddenly come across something wonderful!

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wait. Happy mother's day to dean winchester

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─ LET ME PLEASE YOU ♡

...or rafe wanting to spoil you.

♡ pairing.ᐟ softie!reader x bf!rafe

♡ summary.ᐟ your boyfriend loves spoiling you. in many ways.

♡ warnings / tags.ᐟ smut, MDNI! fluff, fingering wc: 2k

♡ author's note.ᐟ part of my 3k celebration! this is kind of a part of my ceo!rafe x wife!reader au!! but this is them when they were dating <3 if you wanna check it out, here’s a link to my fic about them but you dont have to read it!

3K MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST

to say that rafe spoiled you would probably be an understatement. you'd never been too much into shopping; or to clarify, you'd never been able to afford shopping trips that weren't to the local thrift store that mostly carried clothing that hadn't been in style since the fifties. but you always managed to make do; your grandmother having taught you how to sew almost the moment you were able to string proper sentences coming in handy when you had an idea for something you wanted to change about an article of clothing.

so, it wasn't very common for you to have a lot of things. nice things in particular. but when you and rafe started dating, not only did he start to buy you things, but he also started to take you out on shopping sprees, ones that basically went like this: you'd see something cute, you'd feel the smooth fabric under your fingertips, and then take the label, your eyes widening in a way that made you feel like they were bulging out of your head when you saw the number on it; more often than not being a four- or five-figure number. you'd then try to beeline away from it, only for your boyfriend to snatch it and adding it onto the pile of clothes he'd encourage you to try, almost always ending up in one of the shopping bags he'd carry for you.

you watched your figure in the full-length mirror rafe put up in his bedroom when the two of you got together, the white sundress clinging to your curves like it was made for you. you twirled around, the hem swishing against your thighs, rafe letting out a deep chuckle, the man lazily sprawled on the armchair, his legs spread wide and a blunt between his fingers, smoke coming from the end of it as your boyfriend tapped it against it the crystal ashtray on his nightstand.

"you like the dress?" you asked with a sweet smile, looking at him through the mirror. rafe's eyes slowly trailed up and down your body, momentarily staying on the curve off your ass, before continuing to look you in the eyes.

"i like it a lot." he said deeply, tapping his spread legs with the palm of his hand, and you could feel a slight warmth crawling up your neck as you turned to him, tentatively walking towards him until you were at his armchair, looking down at him, reaching towards him with your hand, only for rafe to tug you down to straddle him, a small squeal leaving your lips before it turned into a soft giggle.

taking a deep inhale of the joint, his hand on your chin as he tilted it downwards, tilting his own head backwards and blowing the smoke at you. rafe's fingers ran up your bare thigh, a slight shiver running down your spine, "you have the prettiest thighs in the world, y'know?" his steely gaze lingering on the soft skin on your thighs, "so soft and smooth..." the man mumbled. his voice, his praises, his touch.. it all was making you melt into his arms, your heart fluttering with every word that left his lips. and the bastard knew it, knew the effect his actions and words had on you.

rafe took another inhale of his blunt before tilting your head back, blowing the smoke into your parted lips, your eyes fluttering closed as you inhaled the smoke and felt rafe's hands creeping up your thighs under the hem of your dress. "so sensitive..." he whispered against your lips.

"my sensitive baby." rafe hummed, his nose moving to nuzzle against your jawline while his hands continued to lightly trail up and down your thigh, chuckling deeply when your breathing hitched the moment his fingers got even close to your inner thigh. he always knew how to make you melt. "look at you." he chuckled under his breath, tilting your head back as his lips trailed down your neck, "you're unraveling already." rafe teased, pressing a small kiss on your pulse point, before sucking on it harshly.

"rafe...!"

"yeah, baby?" he whispered, and you could feel his warm breath against your skin as his fingers got closer to where you needed him painfully slowly, your hands gripping his shirt. "c'mon, use your words."

rafe's touch was so distracting, it was as if every thought inside of your head vanished the moment you felt his fingers on you, the man underneath you enjoying the more and more you get wound up. "i want..."

he interrupts you with a mocking chuckle, "you want what? say it." rafe tsked, "or is it too hard for you, huh? you can't use your words 'cause you're too distracted?" rafe cooed mockingly as your body trembled on him, pressing yourself into him. "poor little bay... can't even talk 'cause her brain's all mushy from how i'm touching her..."

your boyfriend was reveling in the way you reacted to his touch, the way you pressed yourself into him, the small whimpers that left your lips... "you just want me to take care of you, don'tcha?" rafe chuckled, his hand reaching the edge of your panties, a patch of wetness already forming in them. he let out a low hum as his fingers started tracing the lace of your baby pink panties. "need me to make all the decisions, don'tcha? can't take care of yourself?"

"i don't think you can even think for yourself, can you?" rafe teased, his fingers dipping into your panties, "need me to tell you what to do, what to wear..." he circled his finger around your clit painfully slowly. "tell me, what do you want, baby?"

you could hardly form a sentence, your eyes pressed closed as your brain was all fuzzy and mumbled, trying to focus on answering. "i... i just-" you tried to speak, but the words died in your throat as rafe pressed his growing erection against you. "you just what?" he asked, his tone slightly mocking as he flicked your clit, making you gasp and whine.

"poor baby." rafe cooed mockingly, his touch making you shiver and arch into him, "all worked up and all i had to do was touch you a little bit. pathetic." he teased, his words causing your face to get warmer. "just need me to take care of you..." he mumbled, his finger continuing to circle your clit, your legs trembling around him, "gonna be good for me, yeah?"

"mmhm, yeah..." you ground into him, rafe showing his satisfaction with your answer by making his fingers work your clit a little faster, your body desperately pressing into his touch.

"that's what i thought..." rafe mumbled as his fingers slid down your slit while his thumb stayed at your clit, still tracing patterns on it, a groan leaving his lips, "fuck, you're so damn wet..."

you felt two of his fingers draw patterns at your entrance, gathering your arousal before pushing his ringed fingers into you in a way that made you throw your head back in pleasure. rafe curled his fingers inside of you, pressing them against that spongy spot inside of them, and the thought of his fingers being covered by your arousal, the scent lingering even afterwards, somehow turned you on even more "look atcha... such a good little pet."

a chuckle rumbled in rafe's chest as he pulled his fingers out of you before plunging them back in, this time even harsher. "awww, someone's a horny little kitty." he laughed and whispered; "you're so adorable..."

"so beautiful and obedient." his fingers curled inside of you once again, "you're mine, aren't you? all mine... no one else can touch you. you belong to me." his thumb rolled around your clit even faster, "say it..." rafe mumbled huskily.

"mmhm..." you whined, "all yours..."

rafe's fingers continued to work you, the man showing you that he was pleased with your answer by speeding up, "that's it..." he mumbles, "i know what my girl wants..." he growled. rafe was a possessive man; he loved knowing that he was the one who was making you into such a needy little mess, that you belonged to him, and him only. "you're my girl, aren't you?" he whispered, his fingers rubbing you just at the perfect angle.

"yes!"

"good girl..." rafe murmured, his fingers picking up the pace, "my good girl..." his teeth nipped at your neck, a small squeal leaving your lips. rafe could feel how close you were getting, your body trembling in his lap, "you're gonna come for me, arent'cha?" he teased, his hold on your hip tightening, "gonna be a good little pet and come for me..."

"i'm the only one who gets to see you like this..." he whispers against your skin as his fingers continued to pound you, the sound of your mewls and moans filling the room as the feeling in your abdomen grows. "no one gets to hear you like this... you're gonna come for me?" rafe teased, his fingers working you even faster, "gonna be a good girl and come for me?"

you ground yourself into rafe's fingers as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body shivering on top of rafe's, "that's a good girl..." he murmured, pressing his lips against your collarbone, "gonna be a good girl and come for me?"

"rafe...!" you moaned as you felt yourself hit the peak, before crashing right back down as you felt your cunt clench around the fingers still buried deep inside of you.

"fuck..." rafe chuckled, loving the way you were gasping and repeating his name quietly, curling his fingers inside of you to prolong your orgasm before pulling them out of you and bringing the drenched fingers to your lips, "clean 'em up for me, baby..." rafe cooed, and you opened your mouth with a content smile on your lips, sucking his fingers into your mouth in a way that made rafe groan, your tongue licking his fingers clean to the best of your ability. rafe grinned down at you, his hand going to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb, "you're so cute when you're obedient."

when rafe pulled his fingers out of your mouth, you nuzzled your face into his neck, and even though rafe was hard as fuck under you, he couldn't help but find your sleepiness utterly adorable. he stood up, still keeping you in his arms, bringing you to his bed and laying you down.

rafe crawls into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. letting out a soft hum, "rafe..." you mumble softly, looking into his eyes half-liddedly, "how much do you love me?"

rafe let out a chuckle and shook his head, his hand trailing up and down your back, "damn, baby. you're really asking me that?"

rafe's hand tilted your chin up, making you look at him. his gaze was intense, "how much do i love you?" he repeats, his thumb softly rubbing over your bottom lip, "more than anything. more than anything in this world. more than money. more than anything."

you let out a soft laugh, "more than money? wow. you really must love me."

"i guess you got me there, baby." rafe grinned down at you, "i do love you more than money. i love you more than anything. but money is a close second."

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don't care + didn't ask + i see beauty in things you wouldn't even begin to ponder

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something about me is that no matter what time of the year it is, you’ll definitely catch me wearing christmas themed socks

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SEX DRIVE

SAM WINCHESTER SMUT

WARNINGS: smut (mdni), rough sex, unprotected pinv, hair pulling, choking.

WORD COUNT: 683

“oh god! sam!”

your moans bounced off the walls, heels digging into sam’s ass as you clenched your legs even tighter around his waist. the pace he was going was ungodly, a rough rhythm that would account for an even more rough climax.

sam’s one hand was nestled deeply into your hair, tugging back the strands so your neck was on display. a perfect canvas for his fingertips to paint with light bruises you would press to remember this night.

after all — you didn’t wake up this morning thinking you would have sam winchester balls deep inside of you by nightfall.

the witch behind all the brutal attacks had some idea’s she was ready to draw, catching you and sam off guard as she slapped a scalding sex curse on the both of you.

some intense research later — alongside some perspired skin and wandering eyes from both you and sam, dean came to the conclusion that the only way to cure the curse was to, well . . . fuck it out.

dean had left the both of you in the motel room with a waggle of his brow and a suggestive gesture by his fingers. it should’ve been more awkward for you and sam, but honestly, the way you jumped the man like he was your favourite piece of candy should’ve been embarrassing.

teeth clashing, clothes flying, and an insane amount of hair pulling later, and sam had you laid flat on your back, his cock drilling inside of you for what seemed like the better part of three hours.

you’d already came twice, and the slick sweat on both of your bodies mixed with the remnants of both yours and sam’s orgasms sticking to your thighs made for palms slipping down shoulders and wet smacks against your bruised cunt.

“fuck,” sam rasped, fingers squeezing the perfect amount of pressure on your throat. the hand in your hair adding to your blinding high. “scream my name, pretty girl. let everyone know who’s cock is buried inside this cunt.”

moans came from your lips in a high pitched, breathy succession, mixing with the lewd and filthy sounds of sam thrusting inside your walls. the headboard’s ‘smack smack smack’ against the plaster joining the symphony.

the feeling of sam hitting that blinding spot inside of you was blissful. as he hit it again and again, you couldn’t help but whine out, “there! right there, sam!”

his grin just widened, head leaning down to swirl one of your nipples with his tongue while his hand continued to decorate your neck. “right there, baby?” he taunted, thrusts becoming more deep and rough. “you gonna let me fill you to the brim with my cum? shove it so deep inside you that it will be leaking out of your tight cunt by the morning? is that what you want, pretty girl?”

“god, yes!” you screamed, nails clawing into his shoulder blades. you silently threw out a thanks to the witch, her spell allowing you to have possibly the best sex of your life.

the sudden feeling of sam’s hand leaving your throat had a whimper dislodging from your throat. said whimper than turned to a loud whine as his fingers previously squeezed around your neck flicked and played with your clit.

“c’mon, baby,” he cooed, hand still in your hair, tugging your head so you were eye level. “you’ve got this, milk my cock.”

his words sent a shiver down your spine. mixed with the blissful thrusts and the pressure on your clit, you found yourself coming with a loud moan, fingernails drawing blood from his shoulders as you held onto him.

your body grew limp, legs unclenching from around sam’s waist as his fingers softened in your hair. clutching your head, sam stayed buried inside of you as he pulled you closer to his chest, lowering his body so you were both flush against each other.

the alarming sex drive you to harboured for each other might have been sated, but the both of you knew this wouldn’t be the last time you’d both find yourselves in this position.

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NAT BABBLES: coming out of hibernation bc it’s almost 5am and i can’t sleep

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cw: smut.ᐟ sick!dean.ᐟ sub!dean [kinda].ᐟ estab. relationship.ᐟ p in v, cowgirl.ᐟ pet names [baby, sweetheart].ᐟ 18+

wc: 1100

۫ ꣑ৎ bee yaps: here's to some needy, whiny, sick dean who just wants to be comforted by you and your cunt while he's exausted and comin down with something ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧

you find dean curled up on the bunkers couch, hoodie zipped up, body heavy with something that wasn't quite sickness, but close. exhaustion clings to him. puffy eyes rimmed red, dark circles bruising the pale skin beneath, and a faint sheen of sweat beading along his temple. he doesn’t even look up when you step into the room.

“dee—” you whisper, crouching down beside him. hand brushing over his hair, soft and a little damp, sticking up in tired spikes. “you’re gettin hot".

“m’fine” he grumbles, voice raspy, thick with sleep and congestion. he sniffs softly, dark lashes fluttering as he tries to open his eyes. “jus’ tired".

you press the back of your hand to his forehead and frown. “you’ve been running yourself into the ground. you need rest”.

he doesn’t argue, just nuzzles into your touch like a sleepy cat, his big body shifting toward you. you settle onto the couch beside him and tug his head into your lap, fingers threading gently through his hair. he hums low, eyes fluttering closed again.

you think maybe he’s finally drifting off, after fighting sleep for so long. until he squirms a little, hand creeping up your thigh with a lazy kind of desperation.

“baby” he murmurs, barely above a breath “need you".

“dean, you’re sick—”

“don’t care” he groans, frustrated and needy, hips giving a slow roll that drags his bulge against your leg. “can’t sleep. can’t stop thinkin’ about you".

you watch as his fingers slide beneath the hem of your shirt, trembling and warm, palm flattening over your stomach like he’s grounding himself.

“please,” he whines, low and hoarse “need you so bad. feel like shit, but you always make it better baby.”

you shift beneath him, thighs squeezing together. “dee—you’re sure?”

he nods, eyes still shut but mouth falling open with a soft whine when your hand grazes over the front of his sweats. “yeah i'm sure. please, baby. just wanna feel you”

he’s warm all over. skin flushed, lips dry and cracked from breathing through his mouth all day, his nose pink and stuffy. you kiss his temple, his cheek, his jaw, until he finally looks at you with those glassy hazy green eyes.

you slip your hand into his sweats, and he chokes out the softest moan you’ve ever heard from him . high and desperate, forehead dropping against your chest.

“so good to me sweetheart" he whimpers, teeth catching his bottom lip as you stroke him slow.

you lean down to kiss his forehead, soft and slow, like you’re trying to soothe him, but his face up at the last second and catches your lips instead.

he's clumsy at first. warm, dry and cracked lips, his mouth hot and trembling against yours. his fingers dig into your hips, trying to pull you down onto him, and you feel the desperate groan in his chest.

“jesus” you breathe, pulling back just enough to look at him “dean you need sl—”

“please" he rasps, eyes glossy and half-lidded, cheeks flushed. “need to be inside you baby. can’t think, can’t sleep, just— fuck" his voice cracks on the last word.

you shift to straddle his lap, and he whimpers like he’s in pain, head falling back against the cushion. his hands slide up under your shirt, rough palms dragging over your skin.

“so warm" he mumbles “wanna stay right here. wanna get lost in you".

you rock down against him gently, feeling the tent in his pants press against your clothed cunt. he chokes on a moan, hips stuttering beneath you. his skin is hot to the touch, fever and arousal mixing in a mess of sweat and aching need.

“you sure you’re up for this?” you ask softly, even as your fingers start to pull down the waistband of his sweats.

“i’ll feel better, swear. jus' need you around me. need you to ride me slow. feel good baby, just for a little while” was a slur of whiny words he was begging you for.

and you give it to him.

you sink down over him slow, steady and careful. but the stretch still punches a whine out of his throat, one hand fisting the back of your shirt like he’s holding on for dear life.

“y'so fuckin’ good to me baby".

you move in slow, lazy rolls of your hips, letting him feel all of you, unraveling more each second. little gasps and broken moans slipping from his lips.

he kisses you through it, sloppy and slow, teeth bumping yours, tongue desperate. trying to lose himself in you completely. you cup his face in both hands, brushing your thumbs over his stubbled cheeks, and he leans into it.

“feels so good” he whispers, brows furrowed. “don’t stop. wanna stay right here— wanna come with you like this".

his eyes are still closed, lashes damp, skin flushed pink with heat. he’s sweating lightly, a feverish shine at his temples, a slow drip trailing down the slope of his neck.

his lips are parted and dry, kiss-bitten and he’s holding onto your hips in a bruising strength.

you rock down again, achingly slow, feeling that creamy ring soak down his shaft. his breath stutters, his brows pinch, and a ragged moan slips from his throat.

“oh fuuck” he pants. “baby, fuck, so good— too good”

you kiss over the fever pink skin along his cheeks as you keep him right on-edge. his thighs twitch helplessly beneath you. his head digs back against the couch, adams apple bobbing, chest rising and falling with every laboured breath.

“can’t think— jus' wanna stay right here, inside you forever baby” he whimpers

your cunt clenches, fluttering tight around him, and he nearly sobs.

“you’re makin’ me crazy, sweetheart” he slurs, breath hitching. “can’t— fuck, can’t do this slow, s’too much, m'gonna—”

you hush him, kissing the corner of his mouth, tasting faint salt from a tear that's slipped down his cheek.

“come for me dee, let go” you whisper encouragingly, circling your hips, and he does.

his whole body shudders beneath with a whine, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted you as he spills his load inside your velvet warmth. his face twists up, flushed and beautiful.

you don’t stop moving, slow and steady. until his come is dripping out of you with a wet squelch. his body melting back into the couch cushions.

he blinks up at you, dazed but stated, and gives a little huff of a laugh through his nose.

“think i’m cured” he murmurs.

you smile, soft and warm, and wipe the sweat from his brow with the pad of your thumb.

"now get some sleep"

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