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mootie that jason smut was um😋😋😋 *gobbles it all in one go* oh no where'd the post go? I say with crumbs at the corner of my mouth

AHHHH TYYYYY TYYYYY I APPRECIATE IT!!! I’LL BE POSTING MORE SOON!!!

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SEASON1SAM X FEM!READER ⋆˚꩜｡

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ warnings — // mild angst • slow-burn romance • emotional vulnerability • light hunting violence // Please remember this is fictional and respectful to the characters. Consent and emotional safety are always important.

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ keori’s chit chats —Hey babes,Writing Season 1 Sam always gives me all the feels — that mix of innocence and intense emotions is so raw and real. I love how protective yet soft he is, especially when he’s figuring out what it means to care for someone like you. Do you have a favorite moment or feeling from early Sam? Or maybe a ship you want me to explore next?. Drop me a message or reblog and let’s fangirl/fanboy together!

𓍯𓂃 Sam is a little awkward around you at first, fumbling over words but clearly drawn to you.

༘⋆ He shows he cares through small, thoughtful gestures — bringing you a warm drink, sharing his jacket, or quietly checking if you’re okay after a rough hunt.

𓍯𓂃 When you’re nervous or scared, Sam’s the first to gently hold your hand or wrap an arm around your shoulders, offering quiet reassurance.

༘⋆ He loves deep conversations with you — talking about hopes, fears, and everything in between when there’s a rare moment of calm.

𓍯𓂃 Sam is protective but respectful, always asking how you feel and never pushing you beyond your comfort zone.

༘⋆ He often steals quick glances when he thinks you aren’t looking, his face softening when you catch his eye.

𓍯𓂃 During downtime, he suggests simple, low-key activities — watching a movie, playing cards, or just sitting together in silence.

༘⋆ Sam struggles to express himself verbally sometimes, but his actions speak louder — he’s loyal, present, and steadfast.

𓍯𓂃 When other hunters show interest in you, Sam gets quietly jealous but masks it with teasing or sarcasm.

༘⋆ He trusts you enough to share his deepest fears and vulnerabilities, making you one of the few people who truly know him.

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YESSS YESSS MORE MORE I SAY MOREEE!!!

Good Boy

Dom female reader x sub Sam Winchester

Summary: Subby Sam Winchester with a mommy kink

A/n: I wrote this with season 1-2 Sammy in mind but read for whatever season you like

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As you trail kisses down his chest, Sam squirms from where he’s laying underneath you, head resting back into a pillow, and hands gripping the scuffed motel sheets. Your cool hands travel up and down his torso, making him shiver from the cool touch against his warm skin.

You make your way down till you get to his pants, the only article of clothing still left on one of your guys’ bodies. “Should I take these off?” You teasingly ask, getting fervently nods in reply from a flushed Sam. His eyes scrunching closed, feeling your hand breezing over his crotch ever so lightly.

Softly smirking at his eagerness, you quickly unbutton his pants, pulling them and his boxers off, tossing it somewhere in the small space of the motel where the rest of your clothes are scattered about.

Holding out a hand, you lightly trace the bottom of his length up and down. Emitting a moan, Sam bucks his hips upwards into your hand, wanting to feel more.

“You want more Baby?” you ask, teeth biting into your lip.

“Y-yes” he moans out when he feels your hand wrapping around him. “Yes what, Sam?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Yes Mommy” he answers, calling her a name that if anyone knew about would surely get a laugh from his brother at the least. Since all men should always be the dominate one compared to a woman, at least that’s what his dad had said scarcely before he left for Stanford and his brother hinting at through the years when he’d talk to him about the girls he went out with. Though he couldn’t give any reason to listen to that crap spewed out, you’re gentle and care more about him than anyone it feels like. Well, except maybe his brother, but that’s a whole different thing with his brother basically raising him instead of their actual dad.

“Good boy” you lean over and whisper into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Lifting your hand up to your mouth, you spit into it before placing it back. You start slowly moving your hand up and down his hardened cock, causing him to whimper and grip the sheets tighter to the point where his knuckles are starting to turn white.

Seeing his reaction, you decide to speed up your pace immensely, “Do you like it when Mommy touches your cock?” She asks after nibbling on his neck, a bruise starting to appear on his pale skin. “Mhm, Mommy it feel good” he answers, clear he’s going further into sub space.

You smile, gently kissing his flushed pink lips a couple times. Sitting back up, you stop stroking his cock, which in return, Sam lets out a whine. Except before he could say anything, you lean down and place a soft kiss on his tip, before taking him into your warm, hot mouth.

 You start sucking the head of his cock, progressively taking more of him into your mouth. And with that, has Sam moaning loudly from the amount pleasure you’re giving him. He exhales a loud moan as you suck him all the way down your throat.

Reaching down, Sam takes a handful of your hair splayed against his abdomen, loving the way your hair is so soft against his fingers. You smirk, cupping his balls into your left hand, applying just the right amount of pressure, making his back arch and mouth open in an o shape.

“M- I’m gonna cum” he calls out.

You pull your head back up, “My baby needs to cum?” You ask, a smirk set on your face. Sam nods, turning his head to the side, digging into the musty pillow to hide half his face.

You start pumping him with your hand, going at a fast rate, getting him to moan louder with each stroke. “First I need to see your pretty face, baby” you tell him.

Sam obliges and turns his head back, showing his entire face, watching as you move your hand up and down his cock. “There we go, now Mommy can see her baby’s face. Cum onto Mommy’s hand, sweet boy, cum for Mommy” you say, speeding her hand up magnificently.

“’onna cum, Mommy” he moans, while watching how your big breasts bounce along with your hand movements.

“Go on, baby” you tell him, smiling at the way his brows cutely furrow.

A couple seconds later a rope of cum layers your hand and his lower abdomen. “Good job baby boy, you did so good” You praise him.

He huffs out long breathes, catching his breath while coming down from his high. “Good?” He questions, looking up at you with still glossed over eyes.

“Yeah, my good boy” You move up the bed and lean down, placing a kiss on his lips.

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You were waiting for him. Pretending to stretch, still in your little practice shorts, smug and slick with sweat. You knew he was watching—Jason always watched. That locker room door never shut unless he had something to say. But this time? He had something to take.

“You done showin’ off?” His voice rolled behind you like thunder, low and dangerous.

You smirked, not even turning around. “You done lurking?”

Wrong move.

In a blink, Jason’s behind you—his hand gripping the back of your neck, the other palming your hip so hard it nearly bruises.

“Smart mouth,” he mutters. “Always talkin’. Always pushin’. You want attention so bad, sweetheart? You got it.”

He shoves you gently but firmly against the lockers. Cold metal meets your cheek, but the heat between your thighs makes you forget everything but him.

“Color?” he grits.

“Green,” you whisper. Breathless.

That’s all he needs.

Your shorts are tugged down fast—not torn, but close. His hand trails down your spine, fingers dragging heat, and then crack—his palm smacks your ass, sharp and stinging. You gasp, spine arching.

“That shut you up?” he asks darkly, landing another.

You whimper. “No.”

Another slap. Harder.

Jason chuckles darkly. “Oh, I love your attitude.”

He sinks to his knees behind you, kissing the sting he left behind. “But you gotta learn what happens when you act like a brat.”

Your panties are next, soaked and ruined. You hear his belt unbuckle, the clink making your legs shake. Then—his cock, hot and heavy, brushing the inside of your thigh.

He teases your entrance with it, dragging the thick head through your folds, gathering every bit of your slick.

“So ready for me already,” he murmurs. “This what you needed?”

You whine. “Please.”

Jason doesn’t ease in. He claims you—slow at first, just to stretch you out—but once you’re full, once you’re crying out his name against the locker door, he slams his hips into yours like he’s got something to prove.

And he does.

He fucks you hard, relentless, a hand at your throat and the other gripping your hip, dragging you back onto his cock with every thrust.

“Look at you,” he growls. “Beggin’, takin’ it like a good fuckin’ girl.”

You’re moaning now, breath broken, face hot, hands scrambling uselessly against the lockers. Each thrust sends shockwaves through you, pressure building so fast it’s blinding.

“Jason—oh my God—”

“You gonna come for me?” he hisses in your ear. “Cream all over my cock like you owe me?”

You nod frantically, thighs shaking. “Please—please—I need—”

“Then come.”

Your orgasm rips through you—loud, wet, messy. You cry out as your walls clench around him, and Jason groans, gripping your hair as he chases his own high.

He fucks you through it, deeper, harder, until he spills inside you with a low growl, your name on his tongue like a warning and a prayer.

The only sound afterward is your ragged breathing and the hum of fluorescent lights above.

Jason leans in, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, still inside you.

“You ever pull that shit again,” he pants, “I’ll bend you over the bleachers next time.”

You just smile.

“Promise?”

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Hello, i’m KEORI ✦ eight teen. pisces. she／her. 18+ ⸝⸝

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write for: i write jensen ackles characters & sometimes jared padalecki characters & misha collins

about me: lover of supernatural & the boys. pisces baby. dominican angel. jensen ackles younger gf. music enjoyer. binge watcher. yapper. i write in lowercase intentionally.

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𓂃 warnings.ᐟ ── 18+ ONLY: Contains explicit content incl. dom!soldier, choking, spit, toxic praise, rough hands, unhinged war trauma. You've been warned.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT thank you !! ^^

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✦ PATRIOT ACT

dom!soldier // rough // possessive // degradation + praise

He doesn’t care who hears. He drags you into a back room, presses you against the wall, and gives you a demonstration of what “America’s hero” really means. Your thighs are shaking. He’s still not satisfied.

✦ STAR-SPANGLED SINNER

uniform!kink // brat taming // spanking // dirty talk

You mouthed off. Now he’s got you bent over the arm of the couch with your wrists pinned and his dog tags swinging over your back. He makes you count every slap—until you forget how.

✦ FULL METAL MELTDOWN

overstimulation // “take it” kink // sobbing & shaking // ruined orgasms

Your legs are jelly, mascara smudged, lips swollen from begging—but he’s still going. Still deep. Still grunting filth into your ear like you’re his personal toy. “You said one more,” he growls, hand pressing between your thighs. “So come on, sweetheart. Give me another. I’ll take everything.”

You’re sobbing. He’s smiling.

✦ RADIOACTIVE

public play // power trip // choking // “keep quiet”

He’s bold, reckless, and doesn’t care who’s around. You’re squirming on his lap at a gala, dressed to kill. His hand slips between your legs while he tells a senator about foreign policy.

✦ RIDE OR DIE

cowgirl!reader // praise & possessiveness // control struggle // “look at me”

You’re on top, grinding slow, owning every second—and he’s losing his damn mind. Big hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, jaw clenched, eyes locked on your bouncing chest. “Fuckin’ Christ, babe,” he pants. “You tryna kill me?” But he doesn’t stop you. He can’t. He watches like it’s sacred. Like watching you ride him is the only religion he believes in now.

You go slower. Just to hear him beg.

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“You knew what the fuck you were doin’,” he muttered, undoing his belt slow enough to make your breath catch. “Sat there at the bar all pretty, laughin’ in that guy’s face, moanin’ my name later under your breath.”

His jeans hit the floor. His body was all hard muscle and bruised knuckles, skin like copper fire, tattoos inked across his stomach that disappeared below the waistband of black boxer briefs.

“I should make you beg,” he said lowly, climbing onto the bed like a wolf who’d finally cornered his prey. “But we both know you’d like that.”

You swallowed, defiant even now. “You talk a lot, CJ.”

Oh. Mistake.

He was on you in a flash—one hand gripping your jaw, the other tugging your panties aside like they offended him.

“You wanna be a brat?” His voice was hot against your neck, breath ragged. “Let’s see how cocky you sound with my tongue in your fuckin’ throat.”

Then he slid down, pushed your thighs apart, and didn’t waste a single second.

His mouth was ravenous. Sloppy, hungry, practiced. He licked like a man who meant it—tongue flat, lips wet, sucking on your clit with a rhythm that made your spine damn near arch off the bed.

“Fuck—CJ—”

“That’s it.” He slapped your inner thigh, not enough to hurt but enough to warn. “Say my name again. Let the whole fuckin’ motel hear you.”

Your fingers twisted in the sheets, in his hair, in anything you could hold. He groaned against your heat like it turned him on to make you squirm, and when he slid two thick fingers inside you, curling them just right—

“CJ, please—”

He pulled back, mouth glistening, smirking like the devil.

“Now you wanna behave?”

You nodded—frantic, messy, needy.

Too bad he wasn’t done teasing.

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Hii i just have Question how do you make your dividers. I total wanna make my own bc like these dividers you have are sooo DAMN CUTE! But yeahh i just wanted to know ^^!

hi! thank you! i use canva pro for all the graphics i make. (mostly from desktop, much easier to navigate than the app) a couple tips for dividers..

✦ i size most of my dividers 2000px wide X 100px high. (i'll go higher if the images i'm using are more intricate)

✦ i get my pngs from pinterest or from the canva library.

i made you some cause i simply can't resist.. ❤︎

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"Gentleness in the roughness"

cw: dean winchester x fem!reader, oral (fem!receiving), unprotected sex p in v (no hat, no party), soft sex, he's so gentle omg i want him.

a.n: almost finishing my first semester at college omg i'm starting to hate my carreer guys

Something about Dean is that he pays attention, even the smallest details of your body and how it reacts to certain touches. Whether you like something or not, Dean will always know.

You're a little sweaty by now, hair scattered on the pillow and your shirt half-raised, revealing your stomach, which was being lovingly caressed by Dean's hand, the other holding your thigh gently.

His tongue lapped on your slit, his lips kissing your folds, gently sucking on your clit, taking all the time in the world because tonight he wanted to enjoy you, make you feel on cloud nine.

You hummed, a soft moan resonating from your throat, legs squeezing his head, eyes shut tight, head falling on the pillow.

"You feel good?" he asks at the same time he stops his sweet touches with his tongue and lips, thumb touching lightly your clit and slit, feeling you throb. And that simple reaction gave him the answer.

"Yeah, yeah, so good" you murmur, voice lazy, filled with lust. One of your hands moved to his face, caressing his cheek, running your fingers through his jaw and ending on his hair, not wanting him to move away from you, or to take his body heat away from yours. "Keep going, please"

Dean nods and dives back between your legs, eating you out so slow and gentle that it makes your stomach flip and contract with pleasure, your release was close.

You came not just once, but twice, thrice, even four times before Dean knew you'd had enough of his mouth and he slowly leaned over you, lifting your shirt higher and grabbing one of your breasts in his hand, sucking on the other pink nipple softly and making you moan quietly, arching your back. He let go of your nipple, now moving up to capture your lips with his, conveying all the lust, passion and love he felt for you that couldn't be expressed in words.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you kissed him back, anchoring yourself on him. He pulled you towards his body, sitting on his heels with you on his bare thighs, one hand holding the back of your head and the other helping you position yourself over his stiff cock, the tip opening your wet, puffy folds.

"Please," you whimpered against his lips, pretty and shiny eyes staring into his with such love that made him fall in love even a little more. "be gentle"

"Always"

Slowly, he pushed himself into your tight heat, feeling the warmth of your walls. You moaned softly, as he kissed you gently. He smiled against your lips, pulling back a little, just enough to leave the tip inside, and pushed back in, setting a slow but firm pace as he pounded into you.

You gasped softly against his mouth, hands roaming lazily his shoulders and neck, seeking for more of him. He thrusted into you slowly, your gummy walls caressing and squeezing his cock so good he thought he could bust a nut right there without difficulty.

He placed you gently against the mattress again, cheek pressed against yours, dick splitting you open, legs wrapped around his hips tightly, stomachs rubbing against the other's, creating a delicious friction.

"So good" you mewled softly on his ear, eyes shut tight. "Don't stop- God! Don't stop!" your pleas were just music for him, cracky and shaky, the pleasure numbing your senses and leaving you like a hot, trembling mess.

He whimpered on your ear, you were making him feel so good it was even absurd at this point. His hands squeezed your hips and thighs, the soft, warm flesh getting marks by his calloused fingers.

"I love you" he panted out, hot breath brushing your skin softly, making you squirm under his touch.

You gasped, because of the pleasure and because of his words. It was the first time he said those words to you, and honestly? It felt good. So good.

"I love you" you repeated his words with thick voice, feeling your walls fluttering around his shaft at each thrust. "I love you so much- ah!"

Your back arched as soon as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the orgasm.

Dean let out a noise against your neck, a mix between a whimper and a breathless laugh. He was enjoying himself and your body too damn much, you could tell that.

He pushed himself against your body, sinking deep into you before your walls squeezed him one last time as your orgasm hit you. A loud, high-pitched moan abandoned your lips, eyes rolling back and nails digging on Dean's back.

Dean breathed heavily before he let out hot stripes of hot cum fill you up, a whine leaving his mouth, murmuring soft "i love you"'s on your neck.

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You were supposed to be in control.

You were—for the first few minutes. Straddling Alec’s hips, riding him slow, grinding just right while his hands clenched the sheets like he was hanging on for dear life.

But then you moaned his name—soft and breathy, like you meant it—and something snapped in him.

Now?

Now you’re on your back, legs spread wide, pinned beneath the full weight of a panting, sweat-slick transgenic whose pupils are blown and whose grip on your thighs is bruising.

“Fuck—baby, you keep squeezin’ me like that, I’m not pullin out.”

You claw at his shoulders, brain foggy, body melting beneath each thrust. He’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. His pace is filthy—possessive. Like he’s trying to carve his name inside you with every roll of his hips.

“Alec—”

“Nuh uh,” he pants, hand sliding between your hips to press against your lower belly, right where he’s hitting. “You feel that? Right there? That’s where I’m gonna fill you up.”

Your eyes roll back.

“You want it, don’t you?” he growls into your neck. “Want me to make you mine. Want me to breed you—fuck, I can feel you clenching—”

You nod helplessly, gasping, legs wrapping around his waist like your body already knows what it wants.

“Say it,” he breathes, thrusting deep and slow, “Say you want it.”

“I want it,” you cry out, “I want you to come inside me, Alec—please—”

That’s it.

He groans—deep, like it’s being ripped from his chest—and buries himself to the hilt, twitching, filling you up with everything he’s got while he presses his forehead to yours.

“Mine,” he whispers, shaking. “All mine.”

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Part 2 of No Time to Die? Where they find Cas as Emanuel and then he has to go in the mental hospital?

˚｡⋆࣪ ִֶָ☾. no time to die²,

summary. castiel’s made a series of bad decisions. and it might be impossible to turn back now.

pairing. castiel x winchester!reader  genre. angsty

wordcount. 621

ᯓ★ part 1

You don’t dream much anymore. Not since Castiel died.

Not since something else wore his body and looked at you with his face and laughed when you screamed.

Dean says you have to let it go. That Cas made his choice. That it wasn’t really him in the end. But none of that stops the ache that still claws at your chest whenever you pass the place where he fell.

You buried your Cas in a lie. Told yourself it was over.

And then—months later—you see him.

Not in Heaven. Not in some hunter’s nightmare.

In a fucking gas station.

Your breath hitches before your heart even registers the impossible. He’s there, standing beneath flickering fluorescent lights, restocking bottled water like it’s any other Wednesday. His hair is longer, scruffy around the edges. No trench coat. Just jeans, a faded button-up, and a lanyard that says EMANUEL in blocky red letters.

He doesn’t look at you.

Because he doesn’t know you.

Dean’s beside you, frozen. He stares, jaw slack, like he’s seen a ghost. You feel like one. All bones and disbelief and memory.

You take a step forward. Then another.

“Cas?” you breathe.

He looks up, startled. But his eyes—his eyes are soft brown, not blue. Kind, polite. Wrong.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

You forget how to speak. Dean yanks you back like your body might forget it isn’t allowed to break here.

Later, he explains. Or tries to.

Cas—Emanuel—doesn’t remember anything. Not the war, not the Winchesters, not you. Not himself.

Somewhere between the Leviathans and now, his mind cracked like glass under a boot.

You laugh when you hear it. You have to laugh. Because if you don’t, you’re going to scream until your lungs give out.

You don’t say anything when they bring him to the hospital.

It's clean and bright and full of people who hum lullabies to their own fingers. It smells like bleach and stale grief. He walks through the doors with that same gentle curiosity, like he’s not walking into a place built for the lost.

They run tests. Ask questions.

He smiles at the doctors, polite and warm. His hands are steady. He says he’s fine.

You know he’s not.

You sit in on the interviews because somehow, you’re the only one who doesn’t scare him. Not yet.

“Have you had any memories come back?” you ask softly, watching the way his hands twitch in his lap.

He hesitates. “Sometimes… I see flashes. Wings. Fire. A woman crying. I think—” His brow furrows. “I think I did something bad.”

Your throat tightens. “You didn’t,” you lie.

You visit every day. Sit with him while he paints with broken crayons and tells you stories he thinks are his. You bring him pie. He doesn’t like it. Says it’s too sweet. You almost cry when he says it.

You don’t call him Cas. You don’t tell him you loved him. That you still do. That you dream of blue eyes and stolen grace and hands that trembled when they touched you like you were the only real thing in the world.

You just wait.

And then, one day, he looks at you and says, “You’re her, aren’t you?”

Your heart skips. “Her who?”

He frowns, distant, like he’s listening to something that isn’t there. “The woman who cried. You were the last thing I saw before I died.”

Silence drops between you like a stone.

“Cas,” you whisper.

He winces like it hurts. And maybe it does.

Maybe remembering always hurts.

Because when he looks up again, his eyes are blue.

And full of pain.

“I remember,” he whispers. “I remember everything.”

You reach for him. And this time he lets you.

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(ᯓ༘⋆☆) ─ BETWEEN HEAVEN AND SIN  ── CASTIEL NOVAK

₊˚⊹⋆ sub!castiel x dom!reader ᝰ.ᐟ

𓂃 summary.ᐟ ── Submissive Castiel is tenderly restrained and teased by his soft yet firm dom!reader, experiencing a sensual intercrual encounter that transitions into gentle aftercare filled with praise and warmth.

𓂃 notes.ᐟ ── This piece focuses on a consensual power exchange dynamic with soft dominance, praise kink, and intimate, affectionate aftercare.

𓂃 warnings.ᐟ ── Explict smut, BDSM themes, bondage, intercrural play, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, gentle aftercare.

𓂃 word count.ᐟ ── 884

Castiel whimpers, his thighs trembling as you press between them, the heat of your cock sliding against his flushed skin. His hands are bound behind his back with his own tie, the silky fabric snug against his wrists. Wings flutter restlessly, feathers twitching with every slow, deliberate grind of your hips.

You lean over him, brushing a gentle kiss along the curve of his jaw. “Look at you,” you murmur, your lips trailing down his neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses that make him shiver. “So pretty like this, all tied up for me.”

Castiel swallows, his cheeks flushed a deep, heavenly pink. His blue eyes are glassy, locked onto yours. He tries to shift his hips, seeking more friction, but you tighten your grip on his thighs, pinning him down. “Stay still for me, angel,” you say softly, your voice a warm caress.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers, his breath hitching when you nip gently at the sensitive skin beneath his ear.

You hum in approval, fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns along his thighs. “Good boy,” you coo, lips moving over his pulse, feeling it jump beneath your mouth. “You’re being so good for me.”

Castiel’s eyes flutter shut as you press another tender kiss to his neck, your hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. Your slick cock slides through the tight space between his thighs, each glide deliberate, every inch of skin-to-skin contact dragging a soft, needy whimper from his throat.

“You feel so warm,” you murmur, nuzzling into his neck, your nose brushing along his jaw. “So soft. Does it feel good, Cas?”

“Yes,” he breathes, arching beneath you, thighs squeezing tighter around you. “Feels so good. Please… I need more.”

You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “More?” you ask, your voice still gentle, still soft. “Tell me what you want, angel.”

“Want you to kiss me,” he says, voice breaking as he leans forward, eyes desperate. “Please.”

Your heart clenches, and you cradle his face, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. It’s tender, all-consuming, a sweet contrast to the way your hips keep rocking against him, your cock sliding through the slick heat of his thighs.

You drink in every little sound he makes, every whimper and sigh, and when you pull back, his eyes are heavy-lidded, pupils blown.

“You’re such a good boy for me,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss his neck again, this time softer, sweeter. “Taking everything I give you. Letting me use you like this.”

Castiel moans, his head falling back, baring more of his throat to you as you kiss and nip at his skin. “Please,” he begs, voice wrecked and needy. “Please, ma’am. I need to—”

You hush him with a kiss, your hands stroking down his sides, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his hips. “Not yet, baby,” you say, voice sweet as honey. “I want you to come like this first — just from feeling me between your pretty thighs.”

His thighs tremble around you, wings shivering as you thrust a little harder, the wet, filthy slide of your cock dragging over his sensitive skin. You press your forehead to his, your nose brushing his as you breathe him in.

“You’re doing so well, Cas,” you whisper, your voice soft and soothing. “Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”

Castiel’s breath stutters, his body tensing as he whimpers your name, thighs clenching tight as he comes hard, spilling hot and wet between you. You keep moving, rocking through his release, kissing his neck, his cheeks, his lips, until he’s a shivering, panting mess beneath you.

When he finally relaxes, you reach up to untie his wrists, gently massaging the sore skin. You press tender kisses to each wrist, then cradle his face, brushing your thumbs over his flushed cheeks.

“There you go,” you murmur, stroking his hair back. “You did so good for me, baby. So perfect.”

Castiel’s eyes flutter open, dazed and blissful. “Thank you,” he whispers, leaning into your touch. “Thank you, ma’am.”

You smile, pulling him close until his head rests against your chest. Your fingers thread through his hair, soothing him with soft strokes. “I’ve got you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Just rest now. You’re safe with me.”

He sighs contentedly, limbs relaxing fully, his wings folding gently around the two of you like a warm cocoon. You hold him close, rocking him softly until his breathing evens out and he drifts off in your arms.

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i'm on season 6 of spn and its so good uuuughhh i love dean

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[jaredwnch]

~you fell in love sweetheart~

A dean winchester drabble

Summary: you didn't expect to fall in love with your bestfriend, but it just kinda happened. no turning back now, you fell in love sweetheart.

word count: 1.6k

pairing: dean winchester x fem!bestfriend!reader

Warnings: some arguing, dean being a tease, reader being a bit tough, kissing, reader gets put in danger, some backstory on reader, and anything else im missing!

A/N: heyyyyy!!!! I'm backkkkkk! I HOPE I'M BACK TO STAY FOR A WHILE! such bad brain farts! I COULD NOT for the life of me come up with fic ideas. I know i still have some inboxes from a while ago so hopefully I can get back to those and my unfinished series! LOVE YOU GUYS! so glad I'm back on your screens!

you wouldn't say you're in love with dean winchester.

but to say the least, you were falling in love with dean winchester.

it scared you a lot, considering all that was on your mind was breaking his heart or worse, getting rejected and losing the best friendship you've ever had.

you were very reserved at times, before you even worked with the winchesters, you worked with your dad.

your dad trusted you and after your mom and dad split, you chose to stay with him.

you always researched and he would go out and find the damn thing(s) that were terrorizing innocent people.

you were like sam to your father. you were resourceful, helpful. you think about the times you helped your dad alot.

it motivates you to do the same for the winchesters. maybe more heavily for dean if you know what i mean.

today as always was just a normal day, or whatever hunters call a normal day.

you all stopped by bobby's place to get insight on a shapeshifter that was terrorizing young women by killing their partners and then killing the women.

you and sam are debriefing with bobby and dean about the case, well... more like arguing.

"dean thats stupid." sam says aggressively with his hands on his hips. you standing next to the younger brother with the same look of disbelieve on your face.

"so what your telling me is you want to use me as bait for our little woman killer." you say death glaring at dean.

"well it's not my best idea-" he starts off.

you interrupt saying, "you think!?" with an incredulous look on your face.

"as i was saying... it's not my best idea but it could work. there are billions of people in the world. who knows where this shapeshifter is hiding?" he says

"yeah and only a population of 200 in this town. I'm sure we can easily narrow this down to a certain village of people and track the damn thing down." sam informs.

"but he moves from town to town. there are similar repots in Michigan, Texas, Colorado, and others matching his description. reports that date back months, years even." bobby says scattering a bunch of newspaper reports on the desk.

"look, as much as i don't want to put you in danger cupcake, your are only solution at stoping this son of a bitch." dean says staring at you.

bobby and sam join in looking at you to see what your final answer is.

your too worried about the nickname he just gave you to process anything else.

so distracted the words slipped right out of your mouth before you could think.

"sure thing handsome." as the words leave your mouth, everyone in the room had a different reaction.

sam jerked his head and squinted his eyes in confusion, bobby shook his head and put his head down, and dean had the biggest smirk on his face.

you internally face palm. "uhm i mean yea i totally got this, but you all owe me a beer later." you say clearing your throat, the awkward tension clearly growing in the room.

"i'm uh, gonna take a walk." you say pointing towards the door before grabbing your leather jacket and walking out.

bobby and sam give dean a 'go after her' look and he stutters before rushing out after you.

"hey wait!" he yells out closing bobby's door. "wait for me, i wanna come too." he says.

you turn around and stop walking, eyes squinted in this South Dakota heat.

soon he catches up to you and you both give each other a tight-lipped smile before walking again.

"so, your really up for this huh?" he asks as you guys sit in his car.

"yea i guess can't stand the feeling of hearing about another dead girl and her spouse. it just sickens me you know? like sometimes i think about my mom and dad. what would i have done if i was in that situation? watching or reading in a newspaper about how my mom was killed and my dad? i would be angry."

you take a deep breath in and close your eyes for a few seconds, a technique your dad taught you to control your emotions.

"you okay?" dean asks. "yea i'll be okay, just trying to put myself in these women's shoes." you sigh.

"quick question. what did you mean by that back there. the nickname?" you ask, fidgeting with deans cassette tapes.

"oh cupcake? i don 't know, it just kind of slipped out. guess it was something to reassure you since you were shooting daggers my way." he says with a chuckle.

you giggle with him, "i guess your right, thanks." you say urning to face towards him.

"uh yea no problem." he responds. there's this silence between you two. not an awkward silence but a comfortable silence. one that's been shared many times before.

"so are we going anywhere or are we just going to sit here until i'm used as bait later tonight?" you ask kicking your feet up on his dashboard.

"I don't know? did you want to go somewhere?" he asks.

"well i did just say something didn't I?" you bark back.

"oookay so someones feeling a little bit sassy, did you put a stick up your ass?" he said chuckling as he starts the engine.

"no, but it'll be up your ass in a second if you don't start driving." you respond with your hands crossed over your chest.

"hey, this is my car. i'll drive when i want to." he says putting his foot to the gas and driving out the parking lot.

you guys finally make your way to a food joint and of course dean orders fries, a burger, and some pie.

you decided to order fries, a milkshake and a cheeseburger. you roll your eyes at dean, his obsession with pie grinding your gears but you don't say anything.

"god, whoever invented pie, needs some serious sex handed to them." he says munching on his pie.

"then why don't you go find the person who invented pie and fuck em yourself?"

"seriously whats your-" he trails off before proceeding to laugh his ass off.

"what's funny winchester?" you question. he continues to bawl and in the process, he almost drops his pie.

"i know what's got your panties in a bunch." he says.

"oh yea and whats that winchester?" you question with your deathly glare.

"you need some. like badly." he says smirking.

"I need some what? that nasty ass pie? I'm good thank you."

"no no no, not the pie, well maybe some cream pie but what i'm trying to say is you need to get fucked. your ass is all riled up and your just taking your anger out on me dummy. when was the last time you had sex huh virgin?" he chuckles at that last part.

you stare at him and then punch him in his nose. "you wanna know whens the last time a man fucked me winchester? well it was your brother 3 days ago, so suck on that asshole."

"what?" he says sternly holding his nose.

"you heard me." you say.

"god you really are a bitch aren't you?" he says before getting out the car to go throw away the leftover trash in the car.

you sit there and think about what you said quietly scolding yourself for what you just said.

god why couldn't you just tell him. tell him that he is all you want. he's your type, he's the one you pray to be with, he's the one you've fallen madly in love with. not his brother.

the car door opens again and the car shakes a bit from deans force to sitting in the drivers seat.

"look dean, about what I said- i'm sorry. I didn't mean it. me and your brother have never slept together because he's not the winchester I want." you take a deep breath and stare out your window.

"I like you dean. I know i'm pretty shitty at showing it but i've been your best friend for years. I never would have expected myself to fall this deeply for you or even fall in love with you at all, but these last couple of weeks have changed for me. I've started to notice how handsome you really are and notice that I really have liked you for so long I've just suppressed the feelings. I hope this doesn't scare you off but I think I'm in love with you dean winchester." you look down at your fingers as your eyes close at hearing the words come out of your mouth.

"wow cupcake, never thought i'd hear you say the words." he says with a chuckle.

he guides his hand to your chin and lifts your head up to look at him.

"you fell in love sweetheart, and so have I." he says before looking down at your lips and smashing his together with yours.

warm lips touching your slightly cold ones. his warm hand sending electric sparks to your body.

his tongue slightly slipping past and mingling with your own. the feeling is euphoric and it's loving.

you break off and stare at him, "so you like me too?" you ask.

"duh, I've liked you for a while actually, surprised you haven't noticed."

"oh your such an ass, guys make the first moves not girls!" you say covering your face in embarressment.

he chuckles and grabs your hands before placing one more kiss on your lips.

"eh, didn't have the balls just yet." he says and you laugh as he starts the car again and you both drive back off to bobby's.

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