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[little-x-wolf]

| cardigan — the salvatores x reader |

there was a superstition that if you kissed your soulmate in the maze, you'd be bonded for life.

warnings: angst, guiseppe is a terrible father, a barrel full of tears, mentions of violence, lil bit of katherine slander!

merry christmas everyone!

“Vintage tee, brand new phone

High heels on cobblestones

When you are young, they assume you know nothing”

You remember those days like yesterday. The three of you laying underneath the old willow, basking in the warmth of the Virginian sun at the Veritas. Some days you played hide and seek amidst the Salvatore maze. You'd place a peck on both of their cheeks for good luck. There was a superstition that if you kissed your soulmate in the maze, you'd be bonded for life. 

They kept telling you — the elders — that one day life was going to overtake your friendship. Soulmates would turn to friends, friends to acquaintances and one day, Salvatore would be a name you used to know. The three musketeers would exist in just memories, to never meet again. But those were just farces, right? 

You knew your bond was unbreakable.

“Sequin smile, black lipstick

Sensual politics

When you are young, they assume you know nothing”

Lily Salvatore died in 1858. Their fathers' beatings had become frequent to the point they couldn't even hide it from you. An occasional pat on the back would have Damon hissing. He seldom lied to Giuseppe to save Stefan from trouble. You would patch him up at night, listening the best you could. 

The nightmares in the deep pits of his mind had come to fruition. His mother was dead; His brother hiding in the closet from his drunkard of a father. Sometimes, their maid, Betsy would hum his mother's lullaby to help him sleep. Before long, Giuseppe had her released of her duties. You took over the role, your fingers caressing his raven locks — you helped him sleep. 

“But I knew you, Dancin' in your Levi's

Drunk under a streetlight, I knew you

Hand under my sweatshirt

Baby, kiss it better, I

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite”

Damon was sent to fight for the confederacy. Stefan was to be engaged to Rosalyn Cartwright, and you were to be married off to a wealthy Englishman. Your little games had stopped for a while now, but the older Salvatore wrote whenever he could. You'd write back, of course, waiting eagerly for his return. You feared he'd come too late; You'd be gone in a month or two.

Stefan would sneak you out sometimes, take you riding on Mezzanotte, his favourite horse. One time, he stole a bottle of rum from his father's collection to accompany the two of you on your getaway. He watched as you guzzled it down greedily, slurred disappointments tumbling from your lips in no time. Lord, you wished you'd never grown up. And when you started to sob, he held you tightly against his chest, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

He wished it too. He wished it too.

A friend to all is a friend to none

Chase two girls, lose the one

When you are young, they assume you know nothin'

Then one day, a storm racked through your garden. One damsel by the name of Katherine Pierce, swiping them off their feet, boys who once had been yours. Rosalyn Cartwright was found mauled by an animal underneath the old willow, wide eyes staring upwards. They held a secret that couldn't be whispered anymore.

Her body was barely in the ground when you found Stefan emerging from the damsel's chambers. You were disappointed; He didn't care. Fights between the Salvatores had become frequent. They had become thirsty for the others blood, constantly fighting over her affections. Your despised the girl, maintaing as much distance from her as possible. They were well aware. Soon, they stopped bringing her up in your presence and eventually, visits to your house became scarce.

Stefan accompanied Katherine to the ball; Damon took you (because Katherine had chosen his brother). You smelt the whiskey on his breath, pushing him away when he kissed you in the darkness of your room. You were no rebound. You were no second choice. It stung your heart to think he thought otherwise. If you could have been, though, life would've turned out differently.

“But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs

The smell of smoke would hang around this long

'Cause I knew everything when I was young”

The Salvatores were dead. Giuseppe had a statement released saying that they died while trying to capture vampires. But you knew better. At last, you knew the secret Rosalyn was trying to tell you. Katherine was a vampire and they died trying to save her. 

You couldn't even remember the last time the three of you spoke. You weren't even allowed to be there when they were buried. You couldn't peck their cheeks or sing them a lullaby. And when you broke down finally, it was in the isolation of your room. Giuseppe died shortly afterwards and the house burnt down. You left for London, visiting the manor sometimes with your husband whenever you were around. 

You'd sit underneath the spot where the old willow used to be and think of them. Your boys. The lake dried up with and so did your tears. Your children would ask about the Veritas and you'd realize, when all your words were littered with past tenses, that Salvatore was a name you used to know. 

“I knew I'd curse you for the longest time

Chasin' shadows in the grocery line

I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired

And you'd be standin' in my front porch light”

Sometimes, on a particularly despondent day, you could see them in the dark alleyways, tiptoeing out of your memories and onto the corner of your eyes. In grocery lines, the cinemas, you swore you saw them on your porch in London once. And oh, you'd curse them. The sadness had turned into fury over the years and white hot it was. They didn't even care to say goodbye. Why should you spend the rest of your life thinking about them then? 

They chose to let you go. You didn't.

“And I knew you'd come back to me

You'd come back to me

And you'd come back to me

And you'd come back”

Your husband succumbed to the flu a few years later and in 1917, you decided to move your family back to Mystic Falls. One day, someone showed up at your door, asking for directions to the Boarding House. It was Damon and Stefan. They had barely aged at all while you were a 70-something lady with wrinkles and a barely functioning eyesight.

"The most beautiful I've seen you," Stefan murmured as he clung onto you, concious of not hugging you too tightly. He didn't want to hurt you.

Damon couldn't meet your eyes for a few minutes. The last time he did was before he kissed you. The kiss had been devoid of every good thing he felt about you, reduced to the anger at his brother and desperation after getting rejected. He hadn't been able to forgive himself. 

It took you all a little time to settle into your new reality. You were happy to have them back in your life. You were a frail old lady now, there wasn't much you could do physically. But on slow days, you'd find yourself with a cup of tea in the parlour of your house, settled admist your two boys. You loved to hear about all their adventures—the good and the bad ones.

You kept Stefan from going off the rails.

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite”

The Salvatores had a home till October 5, 1934, the last sunrise you'd ever see. Stefan clasped your head and Damon hummed you a lullaby, holding in the tears as you dozed off. The next time you met Stefan was about a century later and Damon followed soon.

And the three musketeers were reunited, never to part again.

[little-x-wolf]

Fill me with colour; Paint me blue (18+)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore, angst unprotected sex, p in v and a slight spoiler I can't give away.

Synopsis: It had become your routine. You'd sit in a shitty motel room, reasearching while the boys handled the monsters. And when the rough patch of the hunt was over, Dean Winchester would come seeking solace in your arms.

The old wooden frame creaked as it was yanked open, the sound beckoning you out of your slumber. You sat up at once, rubbing at your eyes to erase some sleep from them.

A silhouette of a man greeted you in the doorway, a lone warrior against the night's canvas. Thunder rolled outside, the chilly wind nipping at your skin aggressively. Clad in a thin night gown, you rubbed at your arms for warmth.

"De?" You asked aloud knowingly. "What's wrong?"

It had become your routine. You'd sit in a shitty motel room, reasearching while the boys handled the monsters. And when the rough patch of the hunt was over, Dean Winchester would come seeking solace in your arms.

"Tell me," it was a quiet plea, prompting him to offer you a brief glance.

Your heart sank in your chest as you rushed to your feet.

Dean didn't dare look up at you. Standing by the door until you pulled him in the comfort of your motel room, slamming the door shut beside you.

The entirety of the three layers on his upper body were covered with blood. Fresh, by the way it soaked your fingers as you inspected it. Some had also splattered on his face. The hunter looked despondent, drained of colour.

"Fuck's sake, De. What happened?" You asked again, concern etched on your face.

"Jus' tired. Want you, sweetheart," the deep baritone of his voice promised a vague answer, but you knew better than to push it.

You ran your hand over the rough stubble peppering his jawline, the touch relaxing him. He hadn't found time to shave in a few days. This hunt really took a lot out of him.

His lips found yours, hands roughly pushing you onto the bed. They were needy to be loved, to he held, to feel something other than that horrible ache gnawing at his insides. Desperately, he rid himself of his clothing, all the while kissing you drunk.

An ache had erupted in your core too, your sleepiness long forgotten. You wanted him inside you. You wanted to satisfy him, to make him feel loved.

You didn't mind when his bloodsoaked fingertips danced up your thighs in gentle strokes. Each of you were too desensitized by the hunter's life to care anyway. Instead, you parted them further for him, rolling the fabric of your nightgown upto your stomach to reveal your bare sex.

The crown of his cock nudged against your nub, resting heavily along your slit. His hazel eyes locked onto yours and he shuddered as he pushed in.

"Fuck..." Dean cursed under his breath. You welcomed the strech of his cock, your pussy hungrily swallowing every inch he had to offer.

His head lowered onto your shoulder, hips hungrily snapping into yours. The sound of your bodies connecting echoed throughout the shabby motel room. Your hand found home on the back of his head, the other wrapping around his bigger frame for support.

Even in hurry, he was passionate in his loving. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, one completing the other. It was like he was tailor made for you.

Dean Winchester.

Your better half. Your lover. Your protecter. The Man who filled your life with colour. The Man who also painted you blue with every second he spent away from you.

"Let go, De. It's okay," You offered gentle assurances as he fucked you into mattress, just like you know he wanted — no — craved it. "You're safe here, baby."

"God, you feel so good," he praised as his thrusts started to get sloppy. In seconds, he was cumming inside you, spilling all his worries and loving. A groan tumbled from his lips along with a "I love you," breathed in your hair.

"I love you, too," you repeated, cafuning his hair in return.

The barely there space between your bodies felt... funny. Warm, but in an odd way.

"De?"

He lifted himself over you on his forearms, your eyes meeting again. This time, terror caught you in it's vice grip.

The mischief filled eyes you loved so much were empty, devoid of the life that fueled yours. Blood gushed from his torso, tricking down to yours. His skin was wan like the moon above. And just as that lunar spectacle in the sky was forever accompanied by the night; your life too felt like it would forever be accompained by darkness.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you screamed out in terror. A noise made it's way through your throat, spilling out in a wail. It hurt. It hurt like someone was twisting the dagger etched forever into your heart.

You couldn't take it.

You couldn't take it.

"Y/n, it's okay. Come back to me," Sam rocked you in his arms as you cried out your heart's content. Your eyes darted to the solitude of the doorway, finding no trace of your beloved.

In truth, Dean Winchester was there. You couldn't see him, but he watched you mourn him quietly, again and again as he'd seen over the years. Stray tears rolled down the ashen skin of his face.

The wamth of your arms was a distant memory, so was your smile. Lately, you had been loving a ghost. Only in your dreams, he'd arrive. The same old scene, stuck in a loop of regrets and what ifs.

Oh, what he'd give to be held by you again. Oh, what he'd give to turn back time...

a/n: sooo, what do we think? T_T

[little-x-wolf]

Holy fuck this was amazing!!!

"I. Don't. Fuck. Humans."

Part-2

Link to Part-1 ⤵️

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PAIRING: SOLDIER BOY X YOU // (mention of) HOMELANDER X YOU

WARNINGS: Swearing, spanking, choking, alcohol use, smoking, rough sex, marking, smut, homelander

SYNOPSIS: You come home slightly intoxicated from a night out. You had celebrated a much needed girl's night after a successful week of icing out Soldier Boy, who was temporarily staying with you and The Legend. How does Soldier Boy take to the sight of you walking in late, smelling like other men from the bar?

A/N: She's a long boy y'all 🥸

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"Stop calling me," you hissed quietly in a rushed murmur into your phone.

Tiptoeing steathily into the entry way of your shared home, you kicked off your suede pumps as you shut the door gingerly behind you. It was just after 12 am and you were getting home from a late day at the lab followed by drinks with some of your girl friends. A lot of drinks.

"You never have time for me anymore," croaked the pitiful voice on the other end.

"I never had time..*hiccup*..in the first place, John," you groaned in irritance. When was he finally going to understand. Homelander had no place in your life. Not anymore. Not after what he did.

"Y/n, I loved- no, still love yo- wait, have you been drinking, sweetheart? You know I don't like it when you drink. Did you go out toni-"

You despised him even more each time he called you that.

"Sorry 'dad ', yes I was out!" you whispered angrily.

"I'm also sorry you're horny and lonely on a friday night but listen to me carefully when I say this, you have to stop call-"

Feeling your phone slip away from your shaky grasp, you cut yourself off mid sentence as you watched in confusion as Soldier Boy held the LED screen up to his ear. More importantly, he was dressed in one of your silk kimonos. One of your expensive, silk kimonos at that. The smell of marijuana also trickled behind him as the potent herb lingered in the air between you two.

"Leave her the fuck alone, dipshit."

Ending the call immediately, Soldier Boy tossed your phone back towards you quicker than you could have blinked. The two of you watched in silence as your phone clunked to the hardwood infront of your feet, making contact and splitting into numerous pieces.

Gawking at Soldier Boy in disbelief, you asked him why he did that as you scrambled to the floor to pick up the pieces. You were starting to believe that anything Soldier Boy touched, eventually died or broke in some way.

"A thank you would be nice," he muttered, as he joined to help you gather the remnants of your device.

"I..*hiccup*..had it..under controol! Also, why are you wearing my..my shiiit!" you slurred as you you tugged on his, or rather your, floral sleeve.

At this point of the night you had a strong suspician those tequila shots you had guzzled down earlier at the bar were finally taking hold of you. You felt your muscles begin to slack, your mind cleanse free of all the negativity and stress that had been clouding your aura this week.

Soldier Boy stared at you with a crooked smile and raised his eyebrow at you.

His cheeky grin was just enough to lure you into hell. Everytime he spoke you felt his deep baritone fill every desolate pore inside of you.

A sudden rush of arousal flooded to your folds, causing you to shift your thighs in discomfort as you tried to rub the ache away for the Supe infront of you. The crushing heat and sudden rage of hornyness you felt for him was also a tell-tale sign that you were now for sure drunk.

"What..I'm..s-serious, Ben!.." you trailed off, starting to grow shy and awry of his judgmental gaze.

You had made it through the grueling work week without managing to run into or have to throw so much as a courtesy, "hi how are you", in Soldier Boy's direction. Until now.

Soldier Boy gripped your dainty wrist in his hold as he pulled you back upright with him. You inhaled deeply as the scent of apple and brandy warmthed your soul once again.

Feeling the blood draining through you, you wobbled on the back of your heels awkwardly as you tried to regain your stability.

"Forget about me pumpkin, you went out dressed like this?" he hissed in sudden annoyance.

Soldier Boy looped one of his digits under the thin, lilac strap of your bodycon dress, lifting the flimsy strap up and letting it suspend back with a loud pop and snap.

"Ouch! Yes, I wore this out. Why do you even care?" you whimpered as you massaged your throbbing shoulder.

You knew you were going out after work tonight so you packed a pair of cute fuck me pumps in your tote and had tossed a chunky sweater overtop of your dress for work. The long lab coats you were required to wear were perfect for hiding a skimpy outfit.

"I don't care. Whatever sad little virgin you were on the phone with tonight gave a bigger shit than me."

He was talking about Homelander.

"Also, you reek of tequila.. and of other men," he scrunched his nose in disgust at the latter.

You sensed a mild undertone of jealousy attached to his comment. Brushing it off, you figured you were too wasted and horned up, that the lines of reality around you were becoming blurred. There was no way he had a jealous bone in him. He could easily have his way and get what he desired at merely any given moment. You knew because it was so easy for your body to succumb to his dominating will whenever you were in his presence.

"I was drinking tequila..and there were a lot of cute men at the bar. So yeah, good job Snoopy, that's a strong nose you got," you giggled drunkenly as you reached out to flick Soldier Boy on the nose playfully.

Ben swatted your hand away and proceeded to sink his nails into your shoulder. Shoving your small figure infront of his, he pointed down the hall, towards the staircase.

"Upstairs. Now," he ordered, royally peeved.

You picked up on the ice in his words. A smug little smile painted your red lips as you realized through your drunken stupor that Soldier Boy was indeed, jealous.

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Paying little to no attention as you mindlessly let Soldier Boy drag you along, you slowly registered your surroundings. You were in one of the many guest bedrooms upstairs. This one being Soldier Boy's temporary room.

"Why did-"

Within seconds you were pushed effortlessly onto his king sized bed, a coy grin taking over his usual grim scowl that he had been sporting for most of the week. Surprisingly the bed was done up and immaculate. However the rest of his room had a strong odour of beer and weed.

As your body bounced around a few times on the plush mattress, you rolled not so gracefully onto your stomach, eyes following Soldier Boy's movements as you tried to decipher what he was up to and why he had brought you to his room. He kept entering in and out of his bathroom until you heard the bathtub faucet running.

"Are you taking a bath?" you mused as you rolled yourself completely off the bed by accident. You over compensated on your roll and landed onto the dark hardwood with a loud, painful thud.

Groaning, you tried to get up but went crashing back to the floor again. Your head was spinning. Bad. A part of you prayed that you didn't hurl onto the pristine bed you had just laid on, but another part of you felt mildly satisified in ruining something of Soldier Boy's, payback for being a righteous dickhead to you on the first night you had met.

Just then, a pair of rigid arms tucked under your plump bust and wrapped you snug from behind. Hoisting you up, Soldier Boy picked you up off the floor and began to drag you to the bathroom. You felt like a helpless child in that moment. Just putting one step infront of the other felt monumental. It did help that Soldier Boy was supporting most of your weight against his. You felt like you were a little fairy, floating effortlessly by your prince's side.

"You are taking a bath, sunshine. I can still smell at least 10 different cum guzzlers on you, Y/n."

There it was again. The growing jealousy tacked with his outrageous insults. If you weren't so hammered you would take heed of the upcoming problem that was soon to arise between you two. You felt the friction growing, rubbing against you both. Something was festering. A fatal attraction.

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You sat in the bath Soldier Boy had drawn for you awkwardly. He sat adjacent to you, on the vinyl edge of the bathtub, taking a deep toke from his joint.

Ben turned his head over his shoulder to take a not so sneaky peak at you.

"Can..can I get out now?" you asked sheepishly as you ushered more suds infront of your bosom.

Soldier Boy had no idea what went into a bath. He had gone and raided your bathroom while you managed to get undressed and came back with a handful of cleansers and shampoos. You had to send him back a second time to raid through your privates as he finally hauled back a few different scents of bath mix.

He proceeded to dump almost a full bottle of suds into the running hot water. You silently were thankful for his lack of knowledge in the area as the more bubbles there was, the easier it was for you to conceal your nude little frame from his eye fucking gaze.

"You're covered in their cheap shit, Dollar-Mart cologne," huffed Soldier Boy with an irritated grunt.

Squashing out the end of his roach onto the back of his hand, he swiveled on the edge of the tub and turned half his torso towards you.

Your gaze darted to the muscles in his abdomen tightening and flexing, eyeing the deep v-slit on his kimono. The protruding veins in his forearms pulsed with electricity as you stifled back a needy cry for him.

Cupping a handful of warm suds in his hold, he proceeded to let it trickle down your collarbone, the two of you watching in unison as the water sloshed down between your breasts, parting the sea of bubbles they were encompassed in and exposing your perky girls for all to see.

Flushed, you tried to bring back another shield of suds to your defenses but Soldier Boy tsked in response and binded your wrists together with the ease of his large hand.

"Sit still, brat. I'm going to scrub this shit off of you," he pestered.

Trying to yank your hands back, you caused the waves in your little oasis to ripple and splash up and onto Soldier Boy's face.

"You're like a child I swear to fuck, Y/n."

You tried to stifle back a giggle at how easily irritated he got. It was fun pissing him off. Sometimes.

"Says you! Listen, I feel better now and I'm sorry if I still smell like my night out but I would like to get-"

"Did you kiss anyone?" suddenly pressed Soldier Boy.

He didn't meet your gaze when he posed the question. He instead continued to cup pooling water into his hands and flush it down the nape of your neck. The gesture felt incredibly soothing and also erotic at the same time. The heat between your legs grew heavier with each passing moment.

"I..I didn't. But what if I had? It's none of your business."

"Did you fuck the needy pissant nerd you were on the phone with earlier then?"

Taken aback by his comment, memories of Homelander railing you in the lab came flooding back. The imaginary dam you had built to try and desperately lock out those memories from ever caving in came rippling back.

You didn't know whether you were going to be sick or cry.

"The look on your face says guilty. Was he a good fuck at least?" Soldier Boy persisted, a razor edge tagging along to the end of his question.

Before answering you peered at Soldier Boy's hand, watching it disappear quickly underwater infront of you. You were painfully aware of just how close his touch was to your upper thigh. His fingertips grazed softly against your flesh, enticing you. Coaxing your feral side to come out and play.

"Yes," you teased in a faint tone. You were starting to lose control.

Soldier Boy snaked his hand in a matter of seconds to find your womanhood tucked away between your closed legs. Without being ordered to, you spread your legs obediently for him, relishing in his warm, familiar touch.

"Does he get your pretty little cunt as wet as I do?"

Gasping deeply, you let out a desperate moan for Soldier Boy. Very softly he was swirling around your delicate bud with the flat of his thumb. Soothing the emptiness that you had felt ever since he had vacated your sweet mouth almost a week ago.

"Use your words, princess. Tell me, does he get you as wet as I do?" Soldier Boy asked again, this time with more grit to his tone. You eyed the very stiff hard-on he was sporting, watching it rub uncomfortably against his silk garment.

"N-No, he doesn't," you cried out helplessly as you bit your trembling lip to suppress another erotic moan. Not 1, but 2 of his rigid digits sunk past your folds and into your dripping heat.

Keeping his 2 fingers nestled knuckle deep within you, he continued to make figure 8 motions across your engorged clit. His skillful movements were making your core contract and pussy tighten in waves that told you an orgasm was building. And fast.

Reaching out for his cock greedily, feeling the need to make him feel as good as you felt, he intercepted your hand and gripped it in his.

"Fuck Y/n, I don't think I give a shit if I break you anymore," confessed Soldier Boy as he looked at you with desperate, pleading eyes.

You could feel how badly he wanted to be inside of you, for you to feel every vein and ridge as he buried his cock into your dripping mess. How badly he wanted to mark you all over and make you his, and his only.

"You can't break what's broken," you whispered gently. You were indeed frightened by Soldier Boy's warning. However you felt there was no turning back. The fatal attraction that was bound to happen was at full speed, it was too late to pump the brakes now. You were almost foaming at the mouth just to feel his cock stretch you open.

With that, Soldier Boy hungrily pulled you out of the tub and pressed your sopping, naked figure into his. His body was stiff and hardened by his desire to fuck you senesless.

Cupping your tight ass firmly in both of his hands, he squeezed and spanked you gently as he sealed his soft lips onto yours. He was fighting hard to dominate you at every given second, even when his tongue found it's way to yours he bit and sucked on it playfully, letting you know that he was about to have his silly little way with you and you were just going to have to take it all.

Moaning into his mouth as you felt yourself giving up control, Soldier Boy tucked his hands behind your thick thighs and lifted you against him. Pressing your hardened nipples against his chest, he moaned in delight. Not pulling away for a moment, his tongue clashed with yours as the two of you made out vigorously on your way to the bed.

Soldier Boy tossed you onto the mattress for a second time that night, watching your little body ragdoll and bounce as he uncinched his wrap and let it pool off of him. He was finally ready to break his rule of not fucking humans.

You stopped for a moment to admire the man before you. His skin had been sunkissed softly, his body shaped and molded with extra care as his arms flexed with every little movement. You let out a quiet gasp as your eyes traveled lower and took sight of his hung cock.

In a matter of seconds his hands were back on you, his nails raking into your virgin flesh and causing small tears along the way. He was making sure to leave his mark on you.

Pulling you by your ankles, Soldier Boy dragged you painfully slow across his grey duvet towards him, tossing your legs over his shoulders in one fluid motion. God he was powerful. Radiant and sadistic. So fuckable in every way. His body was so lean and pulsating with hate and arousal. The natural pheromones that his body was emitting were enough to make you let out a pathetic whimper of absolute need.

Soldier Boy began to line the head of his erect member between your glistening folds. Looking down you watched pre-cum dribble out of him. You extended your fingers forward, looking him dead in the eyes as you rubbed his essence over your clit, playing with yourself for his benefit.

"Oh fuuuck, don't do that," growled Soldier Boy in frustration as you watched his cock grow even thicker and harder.

Finally ready to give in, Soldier Boy plunged himself into your emulsifying core.

Moaning his name over and over again, you placed your palm on his lower abdomen, motioning to slow down as he was stretching you to your limit. Your attempts were futile as Soldier Boy continued to buck his hips into yours, repeatedly kissing your g-spot with the head of his cock.

"Ben, I-"

"Swear to god if you ask me to be gentle right now in that fairy princess, bitchy little voice of yours that I love, I'm gonna cum, Y/n. So ask me..to do..anything but that," struggled out Soldier Boy as he cupped one of your breasts to steady his animalistic pace.

With his other hand Ben began pinching your swollen nipple in between his fingers, lowering his head to lash his tongue rapidly against your sensitive nub.

You barely caught any of what Soldier Boy had said as your head rocked backwards into the mattress and your breathing grew out of sync. You were becoming consumed by the overwhelming stimulation you were receiving.

If you couldn't get Soldier Boy to go slower than you would just have to take control.

Managing to wiggle your foot loose enough off of Soldier Boy's shoulder, you swiftly side swiped him in the neck and watched him hit the floor in a dramatic heap.

Taken off guard, Ben lay on the floor in the nude before you. It was your turn.

"You bratty little bit-"

Before he could finish his insult, you scampered off the bed and mounted the bull that was being served up to you.

Soldier Boy moaned your name as if he was learning it for the first time. It hung in the air, the sound of his need for you. His want. He was desperate for you.

Placing your palms flat on his abs, you steadied your balance over him as you slowly began to gyrate your hips, feeling his girthy cock getting covered in your natural mess.

After a few minutes of angry, dirty little insults and protests from Soldier Boy, you finally felt adjusted enough to his size to fuck Ben into the ground. You were ready for him to break you.

Leaning backwards, you refocused your hold on the front of his tanned thighs as you began to bounce yourself up and down like a little bunny along his vibrating cock.

Jerking your hips in a rhythmic state, your folds were suctioning around Soldier Boy, tighter and tighter with each deepening stroke. You squeezed around him as he bucked himself back into your slick hole, grunting and moaning as he placed a firm, protective grip around your throat. The faster and harder you rode his cock, the tighter the hold on your neck became.

It was pushing you to your limits. The simultaneous feeling of losing oxygen in your lungs counterparted with your pussy getting fucked silly by Soldier Boy's inhuman cock; it was setting you on the cusp of orgasming all over him.

"Fuck, you look like you're gonna cum soon, princess," purred Soldier Boy as he locked his eyes with yours, never breaking focus as he continued to pump into you at an almost painful speed.

Nodding your head in response, you closed your eyes and began to fall forward onto Soldier Boy's chest.

Grabbing you by the back of your head, Ben kept your face a few inches away from his own, just enough for your noses to kiss. With his other free hand he reached for your wrists and kept them bondaged.

"Nah, I wanna see my lil brat cum for me," he demanded as he slammed his cock hard into your pussy. Yelping in pleasure you felt your climax reaching it's high, dirty talk was your endgame. You felt yourself becoming putty and your body begin to go slack over his.

"Let me know when you're clo-"

"I'M CUMm-"

Soldier Boy clasped your mouth shut quickly with his own as you moaned and cried out into his hot mouth. Ramming into you pump after pump, his cock slid and slapped against your engorged folds as you rode out your climax over his manhood, coating his thick member with your beautiful, sopping mess.

Your hips buckled and shook uncontrollably as you tried to keep some sense of composure as you released all over him. You could only focus on how sensitive and lush your delicate hole was left feeling after your intense orgasm.

Expertly and without taking his cock out of you, Soldier Boy positioned you on all fours infront of him as you presented your drippy pussy to him. Sinking his nails into your wide hips, he began to relentlessly pound into you once more, the sound of his balls slapping against your sex was music to your ears.

"You're so damn tight," groaned Soldier Boy in what was almost agony.

Spanking your ass with his heavy hand, you marveled in the sting and brutalness he was rewarding you with.

Feeling yourself clench around his cock once more, your core was tightening for another time and you felt light-headed from the thought of potentially orgasming so soon. The highs of your first climax were still lingering. You already felt so damn sensitive and raw from his primal pace and massive cock, you weren't sure you'd be able to walk or speak after cumming a second time.

"God Y/n, you're squeezing..so hard, is my pretty girl gonna cum for me again?"

"I'm so close," you sobbed out in ectasy as you gripped the grey shag infront of you for moral support as you felt the mix of both of your messes cascading down your thigh.

Soldier Boy growled a low hum as he reached for you under your hips, rolling and pinching your clit teasingly between his forefingers. Oh god, you were teetering.

"Tell me where you want it," hissed Soldier Boy as he shoved your face into the shag, muffling your loud squeals of pleasure.

"Fill me up.. Ben," you plead desperately.

"Say please. Use your manners, princess."

"PLEASE," you gasped as you bucked your hips impatiently onto his cock.

"Jesus fuck, Y/n," groaned out Soldier Boy heavily as you rode out your second orgasm of the night. Slamming your hips back into Soldier Boy's, you felt your pussy begin to fill with Ben's unforgiving hot cum. Not stopping even while he was spurting his seed into you, he continued to pump himself deeper into your womanhood until he had emptied all of himself inside of you.

The two of you lay connected, panting on the floor together like two dogs in heat. The smell of sex, hate and melancholy filled the bedroom and seeped into your mind and soul.

Motionless and trying to catch your breath, you felt Soldier Boy begin to grow painfully hard inside of you again.

"Fuck, I'm already hard again. We're going agai-"

Suddenly, 3 stern, yet gentle rasps echoed throughout the house. There was someone at the front door. Glancing at the Alexa on Ben's night stand, it was just nearing 2 am. And it was just you and Soldier Boy at the house tonight. Your roommate The Legend was away for the weekend in Monaco.

Crawling out from Soldier Boy's grip and away from his cock pained you incredibly.

However, an eery chill kissed the back of your neck in a way that was making your skin crawl and your heartrate spike. Goosebumps began to decorate your now bruising, marked flesh.

Grabbing your silk robe that Soldier Boy had been wearing earlier off of the floor, you quickly wiggled it on as you raked your hands nervously through your disheveled hair.

"Hey, where the hell are you-"

"Just shut up! Stay here, I'll be right back!"

Before you could allow another word to escape his lips, you scurried down the staircase as fast as you could, nearly eating shit on your way down. As you approach the door you hear whoever was on the other side begin to knock again.

Twisting the door knob, you cracked it open just enough to take a peak outside.

Oh fuck.

About to slam the door shut, the person on the other end stuck their boot through the crack and kicked the door open with ease. Cautiously stepping back, you crossed your arms over your bust and looked at the man before you in disgust and disappointment.

"Hi, sweetheart," fake smiled Homelander as he quietly shut the door behind him and shushed you with his finger.

"I couldn't get through when I tried calling you back. You didn't pick up, Y/n. You always pick up when it's me. You have to understand how that worries me, right my love?" he stated matter of factly.

This was not happening.

"Hey fairy brat, where'd you fucking go?" shouted Soldier Boy from the staircase.

Oh god, he was coming downstairs.

Homelander's gaze focused at the end of the empty staircase for 2 seconds before lasering back onto you. You saw the soft tenderness he had for you earlier vacate his eyes as his pupils dilated rapidly.

"Who is that, Y/n?" asked Homelander through gritted fuck.

Oh fuck, again.

[little-x-wolf]

THISSS!!!

I've said it before and I'll say it again. The USA is THE most ridiculous country in the world. Laws are made by people old enough to go into cardiac arrest after one sip of mcdonalds sprite, capitalism has absolutely destroyed the american economy, there are so little regulations in the food industry you could destroy a swamp's entire ecosystem by spilling one can of american coke into it, and a gun has more rights than a living, person with a uterus. They glorify a document made by slave owners 200 years ago, and those fucking slave owners even made it with the intention for it to be changed every few decades, but americans refused to do so. They scream about the 2nd amendment but don't understand what that amendment is even about at all. Don't think the founding fathers intended for people to be able to walk into schools with a fucking AR 15. There's a poverty crisis, and literally 50% of the country is one medical bill away from irreparable debt. Religious freedom is in the constitution, and yet christianity is forced down everyone's fucking throats. And now, abortions are banned.

People who need an abortion because they will die otherwise, are unable to. People who carry the child of the person who SA'd them, will be forced to carry it to term. Every baby that is gonna be forced to be carried to term, and ultimately be put up for adoption, is going to grow up in a flawed, underfunded system, and face many hardships they should not have to. People will go bankrupt caring for a child they did not want or ask for. Pro lifers say the child has a right to live. What about the right for them to eat? Sleep somewhere safe? Their right for healthcare? If this were truly about the children, they would be changing the foster care system, financially support the parents who were forced to have a baby but aren't able to handle childcare economically, or give even the most basic of human rights: free healthcare.

I despise the USA. I despise every single person that supported this backwards system. I pity every poor soul that did not ask to live in such a hellpit. Americans: your government has failed you too many times. If this doesn't radicalize you, I don't know what will.

[little-x-wolf]

Can we stop body shaming Jensen, please???! Like WTF is wrong with you all? He looks perfectly fine to me. Just as beautiful as I'd expected him to be smh!

[little-x-wolf]

Imagine Sam and Dean sharing you.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester (no wincest)

Warnings: threesome, language, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex, degradation, seems dub-con at first but is consensual.

a/n: this is pure NSFW smut. Your media consumption is your own responsibility!

"Shit, Sammy, the little whore is still tight," Dean groans as he fills you inch by inch.

You moan out, the sound getting muffled by Sam's cock which is resting at the back of your throat. He thrusts a little, making you gag. On instinct, you place your hands on his thighs to stop him. But he pins your wrists above your stomach in response.

"Did I tell you to touch me?" He growls above you, sending a harsh slap across your clit that makes you cry out. Even if you want to respond, you can't, not with their cocks buried deep inside you. "Forgetting our manners, are we, slut? Don't tell me I need to teach you a fucking lesson."

"Answer my brother," Dean hits you on the same spot again, both the brothers driving in and out of you at a slower pace.

"N-No," you croak out, but the sound gets muffled as Sam shoves himself deeper into your mouth.

"What?" He chuckles. "Can't hear you. Louder y/ n,"

You're hit again, your sore clit throbbing with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Deliberately, Sam picks up his thrusts, not caring how you're struggling to breathe around him.

"No," you manage out, desperate for even the tiniest amount of air to reach your lungs.

"Mhmm," he doesn't answer you directly.

You feel Dean's hands replacing his brothers, pining your hands on either side of you. He groans when he's finally balls deep inside of you, stretching you wide with his thick cock.

Tears sting your eyes as Sam also bottoms out, waiting impatiently inside your throat. "Shit," he traces the enormous bulge of your throat, his balls tightening against your face.

You feel like you're fuller than you've ever been before, even though they've taken you like this a million times. The glass table below you is cool against your body which seems to be on fire. Sam pulls out of you suddenly and you gasp for breath, taking in as much as you can. You know he isn't going to do that again for a long time. He enjoys watching you struggle and gag on his cock, both of them do.

In an instant, he's back inside your throat with a sharp thrust, his hands holding yours captive again. The sudden intrusion causes you to clench around Dean who chuckles.

"I haven't even fucked you yet, sweetheart and you're already ready to cum around my cock like a desperate whore," he takes after his brother, pulling out and thrusting back again. "Don't worry, if you keep being a good girl, maybe we'll let you cum today."

With that, they both start fucking you, long deep strokes that make your body convulse. Two pairs of rough hands roam your body freely, pinching your nipples and marking any little corner they can find. Sam's hands tighten around your throat, thumbs pressing against the bulge of his cock inside you. He slightly bends his knees, picking up his speed until he's rutting into you like a madman.

As you struggle for breath, Dean's hands forcefully hold your legs wide open for you. He starts pounding into you at a similar pace, bruising the sweet spots inside you with every thrust. With tears in your eyes, you feebly push against Sam's thighs to no avail. Their cocks only throb harder with your struggle, not even trying to stop you. They are stronger and faster than you in every aspect, keeping you at their mercy.

Dean's fingers rub your sensitive clit in circles, pushing you closer to your release. You let your orgasm wash over you, your cries adding to Sam's pleasure. By the time the older Winchester forces another release from you, you're exhausted and lightheaded, letting them use you however they like.

It's not long until Dean fills you, moaning loudly. Sam follows suit, his thick cum shooting straight into your throat as he grunts. He takes himself out of you, the oxygen rushing to your lungs.

You pant heavily, feeling a hand run down your body soothingly. "Shh... It's okay," Dean leans up to kiss you gently. You melt into him, relaxing against his body. "Good girl. Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Everywhere," you smile, voice hoarse thanks to Sam's assault on your throat. "But I like it."

Dean presses his lips to your forehead gently. "I'll prepare the bath, okay?" He asks and you nod.

As he breaks apart from you, Sam takes his place. "You're a mess," There's a glint of amusement in his eyes and you roll yours in response. He helps you sit up, giving you the glass of water in his hands.

He rubs your back as you gulp it down easily, lovingly pecking your lips when you're done. "You're amazing, you know that?" he praises, running his fingers through your hair and carrying you in his arms. "Let's get our girl cleaned up now, shall we?"

[little-x-wolf]

Imagine being upset over Dean flirting with the bartender and he makes it up to you.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, unprotected sex.

Anger bubbles up in you as you watch Dean chat up the blonde bartender. Their fingers ghost along each other's as the girl slips a note to him, something you're sure of is her number.

He's giving her the 'sex' smirk, telling her the same old jokes you've heard him tell at least a hundred times before to all the blondes he's flirted with. Clearly, he has a type.

And clearly, it's not you.

But at least this son of a bitch can try to respect your feelings. You may have never accepted it, but he knows how you feel about him and he still keeps riling you up like it means nothing to him.

You mean nothing to him.

The sound of the bartender's giggles is like poison to your ears. Every reaction Dean pulls out of her or every time his eyes lower down her body sets your heart aflame with jealously. Before you can lose control and strangle her to death, you get up, stomping out the door.

It's cold outside and the sleeveless black dress you're wearing now seems like a terrible mistake. You ignore it, wrapping your arms around yourself and telling yourself to calm down.

You've always hated showing him how much it all affects but you can't take it anymore. You know Dean will never want you the way you want him. He's made that clear by now. You should've gotten over him. But the idea makes your heartache no more than he does with his actions.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice a leather jacket being placed on your shivering shoulders. It smells exactly like him, of whiskey, gunpowder and axe body spray. You close your eyes when his strong arms wrap around your comparatively smaller body, forgetting for a serene second why you're here in the first place.

As the thought comes rushing back, you jerk away from his warmth, throwing his jacket back to him. "Stay the fuck away from me!"

"Y/n, I-"

"No!" You interject, pushing him away from you.

Hurt fills his eyes but you don't care. You turn around and sprint away, wanting to get as far away from him as you can. You can't look at him anymore, not without wanting to kiss him or feel his hands on your skin.

Dean grabs your arm, whirling you around and suddenly, his lips are on yours. You push at his chest, refusing to give in. Once, twice, thrice but he doesn't even budge, holding you captive in his arms until you finally do.

You clutch onto his shirt tightly, lips moving on his fiercely. There's hate in there just as much as there's love. As you feel him smile into the kiss, you teeth pull at his swollen bottom lip as an reminder of your resentment, earning a moan from him.

"Shit, Y/n," he pulls away, looking at you with dark eyes.

You shove him away again, turning around and wrapping your arms around yourselves stubbornly. You miss the warmth of his body, but there's no way in hell you're going to give in to him this easily.

Dean pulls you back into his chest, arms draped around your waist. He reaches down to your height, placing his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he murmurs into your ear, the sincerity clear in his voice. You don't respond to his words, but you also don't push him away. "I had no idea-"

"You had no idea?!" You scoff. "God, Dean! For a hunter you sure net to get your eyes checked."

"I knew you liked me. But never knew how much. Why didn't you say anything?" He sounds confused, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Oh, you mean when you're drooling all over the blondes?"

"Wait..." He pauses. You can almost hear him smirk as his lips brush against your ear. "Is Y/n jealous?"

"It's not funny, Dean!" You whine, hating the way your body is reacting to him.

It doesn't even take a second for him to notice. "Am I making you all tingly?"

"Ahhh! You're a fucking dog," you pull away again, this time turning to look him straight in the eye.

A smirk spreads over your face, knowing the impact your next words are going to have. "I'm going home. Hopefully Sammy knows how to take a hint,"

Dean's face hardens immediately. "Oh, you wouldn't."

"Watch me."

You wave your hand, satisfied as you take a step back. Just as your about to turn, you find yourself pressed between two hard surfaces. One's coldness seeps into your skin and from the other, warmth.

Dean locks you in between him and the car, his arms on either side of you. His jaw's clenched and angry green eyes stare directly into yours. No. Not just angry. Jealous.

"You. Are. Not. Sleeping. With. Sammy," he emphasises each word, using his 'threat' voice. "Or anyone. Understood?"

"And why is that?"

"Cuz your mine," he growls.

"Oh no, honey. I don't belong to no one but me." You roll your eyes to get on his nerves some more.

Dean chuckles darkly and you clench your legs at the sound. He leans in, your faces inch away. "You will when I'm done with you."

Heat pools between your legs embarrassingly fast. You look down to shield from him the bright red blush covering your cheeks. But he gently grasps your chin and forces you to look at him. His eyes burn with a fire same as yours. Without thinking, you get on your tiptoes and crash your lips on his feverishly.

Dean's quick to respond, hands snaking under your thighs. "Jump," he commands and you obey for once, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Within seconds you're placed on baby's backseat, your short black dress long since discarded. Dean's hands roam your naked body, dragging ever so slowly down your chest to the apex of your legs.

"Fuck, you're wet," He lets out a low groan in your ear, feeling the wetness between your folds. "All this for me?"

"Only for you," you moan in return as his fingers easily slip inside you, working you open for him. Your eyes are shut in pleasure, hands clawing at the leather seat. Surely, the Winchester is too lost in watching your reaction to notice the scratch marks on his baby's backseat.

In the middle of you're peaceful haze, you impatiently reach out to undo his belt buckle, aching to feel him inside you. Dean chuckles. "Patience, baby girl," he helps you get rid of his confines, rolling his shirt over his head.

You stare at the green-eyed freckled beauty in awe, reaching out to grip him in your small hand. He's both soft and hard, throbbing in your palm. You stroke him torturously slow, taking your time to memorize his every curve.

Dean's hips slowly begin to buck into your hand, his head falling back. The way his mouth falls open and cock twitches sends wave after wave of arousal through you. Man, if it ain't the hottest thing you've ever seen.

"Sweetheart, you need to stop or I'll finish right here," he smiles, gently pushing you back on the seat.

Eager and needy, you open your legs wide. Dean takes you in for a brief moment, biting his lip at the sight of you like this, spread open for him. There's something about you willingly submitting to him that makes him lose all control, pouncing on you like a wild animal full of lust.

You gasp against his lips as he fills you without warning, streching you perfectly. He waits for you to adjust to him, peppering your neck with kisses to help you through the sudden intrusion.

"Dean, please," you beg pathetically. Any resistance you had in you is gone. All of you want now is him and every inch he has to offer.

Dean pulls back a little, thrusting into you again. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, his lips finding yours again. "Fuck, sweetheart. You're tight," he grunts as his rolls his hips faster, his pelvis brushing against your clit with every stroke.

You start seeing stars as he hits the most pleasurable spots hidden inside you, your fingernails leaving bright red marks down his back. He lets out an array of moans in your ear, fingers finding yours.

"Dean," you chant his name like a prayer, any other word escaping your mind. The pressure inside you just builds and builds until it bursts, your screams of pleasure threatening to flow out. "Dean, I'm–"

"Cum for me, babygirl," he assures you, dissolving your cries in his mouth. His fingers gently work on your clit as he drives you through your orgasm, holding your shaking legs steady underneath him.

Euphoria flows through your body, unlike anything you've ever felt before. You hum in satisfaction, caressing his sweaty face. His thrusts become sloppy and Dean pulls out quickly, lips parting and eyes fluttering close. With a cry of your name, he cums just above your clit, collapsing on top of you.

"Did I tire you out, big boy?" you giggle happily.

"Mhmm," he shakes his head, looking upto you with a big smile. "I'm happy,"

"I'm happy too, baby," you respond, connecting your lips and staying in your surreal haze just a little while longer.

a/n: yes I'm alive hehe. I just want to apologise for not updating in a while. My exams are going on so I needed to focus on that first. But I'll go back to updating more regularly once they're over. Till then, <3

[little-x-wolf]

Hi lovely! I love your works!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where reader wants to have a baby but she thinks that Dean doesn’t, so she doesn’t bring it up, until one day Dean mentions something about having a baby with her?

A/n: This one was new for me so I hope I did it justice! Also, apologies for taking this long <3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader.

Warnings: fluff...? (Somebody tell me why this is a warning 😭)

Word count: 1000

The instant Garth called, you three rushed in to help, sensing it was about a hunt. Much to the boys' bafflement and your amusement, you found out that 'this hunt' required you to babysit Garth's kids while the couple went out on a date.

Now three hours later, here you were, trying to put the kids to sleep.

"This Cas keeps looking at me weird," Dean said, having a little staring contest with baby Cas.

"So kinda like the real Cas," Sam remarked, holding baby Sam in his lap.

Both of you snorted as Dean rolled his eyes, rocking the baby in his arms. The conversation soon turned to them whining about the task at hand and you zoned out, not being able to look away from the rare yet warmth inducing sight in front of you.

Dean had been doing a pretty great job with the babies. To say Sam was shocked would be an understatement. You weren't surprised though. He was practically the one who raised his little brother. Of course, he was going to be good at it.

Ever since you were little, you loved kids and often wondered about having your own one day. Needless to say, your dreams of having a normal life were shattered as soon as you were thrust into the world of hunting. Heck, you had even accepted the fact you were never going to find love or have a family.

Then one day, the Winchesters walked into your life and everything changed. You fell in love with the cocky son of a bitch who was soon to be your husband and even found a little brother in the other Winchester.

And now watching Dean being so domestic, so fatherly was reigniting the flames of longing you had kept hidden inside you for so long.

He fed the kids, played with them and even hummed out a little lullaby. In his every action, you saw a possibility. You saw him holding your child for the first time. A little Winchester boy or girl who'd have their father's eyes or his adorable freckles.

But one could only dream so far.

It's not like Dean wanted kids anyway. He'd often talk about how much he wanted to marry you and make you his for the rest of his life. Never ever had he brought up kids, expect when he'd complain about how Garth rarely got any time for himself after Cas and Sam were born.

The thought made you sigh, and you shook yourself awake from your daydreams to enjoy the closest to being normal you could ever get.

You were in your room, finishing up getting changed when a pair of strong arms snuck around your waist, enveloping you from behind. "Today was nice," Dean murmured, placing his head on your shoulder.

You met his eyes through the mirror in front of you, melting into his touch. "Really?" You teased. "I thought you wanted to get wasted and binge-watch hentai instead?"

"That, and..." he smirked, lowering his hands on your body while playfully pretending to bite you. You giggled in response, trying to stop him. "So much more. No, but I really do mean it. Today was nice."

"Which part?" You chuckled as the images of your boyfriend covered in puke flashed before your mind. "The diaper changing or the artwork Cas did on you?"

The Winchester smiled, shaking his head. "All of it. You seemed happy today. Content. Not to mention how adorable..." he nuzzled your neck, planting soft kisses as you closed your eyes in pleasure. "...you looked playing with the kids. All I could think about was how much I wanted them to be ours..."

Dean placed his hands on your stomach, your eyes flying open. "Dean?"

"If that's what you want," you looked at his reflection, finding his love-filled eyes staring back at you.

"But I thought you didn't want kids?" You asked, taken aback by his words.

"I didn't. Not until I met you," your heart swelled at his words, your hands finding his on your belly. He squeezed them gently. "I want our kids, Y/n. And today made me realize just how much. I want to build a family with you. Do you?"

That fool! He glanced at you for an answer as if you'd say anything but yes. God, it was everthing you had ever wanted. How could you say no?

Squealing with joy, you turned around and threw your arms around his neck. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Really?" His eyes widened.

"Really,"

At your conformation, Dean beamed, pressing his lips to yours passionately. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him as close as you could. You broke apart, both gasping for air as he pressed his forehead to yours, love and mischief twinkling in his beautiful green eyes.

"Wanna make a beautiful little baby?"

After that, let's just say Sam was lucky he decided to come home late that night.

[little-x-wolf]

Being a part of 'Team Free Will' will include...

Having an anti possession tattoo.

Having your own room in the bunker.

*periodically* borrowing things from Sam's impressive range of haircare products.

Being the only one other than Dean he lets call him Sammy.

Stealing their clothes because they're so comfy.

He's the only one out of the trio you can tolerate for hours.

Knowing all the words to Dean's favourite rock songs.

Praying to Cas more than you pray to God.

Baking a pie for Dean (or getting a pie).

Being one beer bottle away from a dysfunctional kidney.

The boys being super protective of you.

Dean teaching you how to fix baby and letting you drive it once or twice (after he's made sure you won't crash it).

Sneaking hookups past them because they believe no one's good enough for you.

You teaching Dean how to use the internet.

Getting some incredible hugs.

Women are jealous of you wherever you go.

Too much testosterone than you can handle.

Platonic cuddling when you're hurt or upset.

Heated arguments when one of you risks your life.

Forehead kisses and them always telling you how scared they are of losing you.

Cas panicking when he finds out about your periods because he thinks you're hurt.

Probably explaining to him what periods are.

Him using his grace to help you through the pain.

Being good friends with Jody and Donna.

Falling asleep in the backseat of baby after a tiring hunt and waking up tucked in your bed.

Stinky motel rooms and endless research hours.

Wearing a suit and having a fake FBI badge.

Binge watching with Cas and probably teaching him a reference or two.

Being a proud teacher when he 'understands the reference'.

Teasing Dean when he visibly checks out other men.

Him denying it.

Three giant sized bodyguards always at your side to protect you.

Grocery shopping? Dishes? Laundry? Rock, paper, scissors!

The brothers asking you to pick a side while they're in an argument.

Charlie being the sister you always wanted.

Bobby treating you like his daughter.

You being his favourite kid. The rest of them are idjits.

Ganging up with one of them and pulling pranks on the other.

Sam happily braiding your hair when you ask him to.

Playing with Sam's hair after you convince him to let you touch it.

The trio being overprotective over you wherever Crowley or Gabriel flirts with you.

Having the King of Hell one phone call away.

He'd never admit it, but he's grown quite fond of you.

Holding Dean in those rare moments he breaks down or when he has a nightmare.

Being a mother/older sister to Jack.

Explaining to him why you're 'bleeding' and him helping you through it like his father.

Him picking up some of your mannerisms.

Competing with Dean over food.

Them trusting you with their life.

You trusting them with yours.

Always being there for each other, in the good and especially in the bad.

Dying a few times.

Don't worry, they'll bring you back again.

And you'll probably be chilling with the demons in hell, cause let's face it, Crowley won't let them touch a hair on your beautiful head.

The Free Will Team being your family and loving them to death.

[little-x-wolf]

I have an idea.

A Sam sweet smut prompt:

Reader and Sam are pining over each other.

And they have to do an undercover mission and the reader is hurt.

Sam fixes her up but is kind of mad that she put herself in such danger.

He and her bicker a bit and go to bed upset. They wake up in the middle of the night cuddling and they kiss and make LOOOOOVE

This turned out long af and I made some changes, but I hope it was what you were asking for :)

Pairings: Sam x reader

Warnings: angst, flufff, Mentions of blood and violence, and some sweet, unprotected sex (the reader is on birth control).

"You sure you wanna sit this one out?" You asked Dean for what seemed like the hundreth time.

"Sure as hell, sweetheart," he grinned cockily, catching the attention of his brother as soon as he stepped into the room. "Shouldn't you two be on your way by now?"

Dean raised his knowing brow, earning a glare from both Sam and you. Mrs Anderson, one of your prime suspects was throwing a little party which you three had previously decided to crash using false identities. But since tonight was just about extracting information, Dean so kindly offered to stay behind and let you two kids be in charge completely.

Now, if it had been any other day, you two 'kids' would've loved it. But tonight? Heavens no!

You and the younger Winchester were supposed to sneak into the party as a married couple, a facade suggested (more like forced) by Dean who knew about your 'problems'.

Maintaining your pretences meant talking to each other normally, eye to eye contact, and touching. Something neither of you was capable of doing when it came to the other.

You met the boys a few years ago and instantly bonded with them over hunting. One thing led to another and now you were living with them in the bunker. You loved the boys to death, albeit two different kinds of love. They were your family and you would do anything to protect them.

Unbeknownst to you, Sam had fallen for you all the same. The two of you, unaware of each other's feelings did the best to hide your own. Days turned into months and months into years. Your love for him didn't falter, and all that pent up frustration seemed to burst out each time you met his eyes.

By now, Sam was almost fully convinced you disliked him.

Dean thought that by giving you two some alone time, he could fix that. Well, he also believed you two should just have angry sex and get it over with, but he figured talking first would be the more preferable step.

So now here you were, arm in arm with Sam Winchester, pretending to be a young couple in love. Now and then, you two would split up to greet the other guests (more like snoop around and investigate). So far, nothing unusual had come up.

"Dance with me," Sam offered you his hand, much to your surprise. You slightly raised your brows at him "Oh, come on. Nothing seems out of place here. We're allowed to have a little fun, aren't we?"

You thought about his offer for a brief second, placing your hand in his. Sam grinned, escorting you to the dance floor. Your fingers locked together, you placed your other hand on his shoulder and he slipped his hand around your waist, sending chills down your spine just by a simple touch.

You moved with him, not noticing some of the men eyeing you curiously and the glares Sam was throwing their way. He clutched onto you a little tighter, his whole arm encircling your waist as if to mark his territory.

He leaned down to your ear, almost resting his head on your shoulder. You stiffened a little, the close proximity doing things to your body.

"You look beautiful tonight, Y/n," Sam whispered in your ear and you blushed madly, thanking the gods he couldn't see you right now.

"You clean up well yourself, Winchester," you replied softly, letting yourself go and clutching onto him all the same.

And for a little while, nothing else mattered. Not the hunt, not the people watching you. It was just him and you, lost in each other. And it was perfect.

"It's not Mrs Anderson. It was the freaking butler!" You whisper yelled into the phone, clutching onto your gun with your other hand.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked from the other end, groaning in realisation. "Tell me you didn't follow him, Y/n!"

"He's a shapeshifter, Sam! We need to catch him before he sheds his skin again,"

A loud thud caused you to nearly drop your phone, cursing when you realised you had accidentally knocked over a metal vase.

"What was that?!" Sam frantically asked you. Before you could answer, the sound of the floorboard creaking alarmed you.

You maintained your position, the silver bullets in your gun ready to be fired as soon as the creature showed himself. The creaking got louder and louder, and just when you were about to pull the trigger, a sharp pain exploded from the back of your head, rendering you unconscious.

"Sam," you started, only to be cut off by a glare from him. You sighed. "Sammy-"

"Don't," he spat out, his jaw clenched as his hands worked to clean the wounds on your arm.

After your little mishap, Sam had come to rescue you from two shapeshifters ready to tear you apart limb by limb. He brought you home, carried you to your room and stayed to patch you up, but hadn't spoken to you ever since. Hell, he hadn't even looked at you properly.

"Sammy, please. I didn't know," you hated how disappointed he looked in you, how pissed.

"Don't 'Sammy' me, Y/n!" He barked out, throwing the blood-soaked tissues into the bin. "How could you be this stupid?!"

"I said I'm sorry-"

"And is that supposed to make it okay?!"

By now he was practically yelling and you were pretty sure Dean could hear his every word from three rooms away.

When you got to know what had happened, you expected him to be angry, but this... You'd never seen Sam this furious and it kinda scared you. If only you knew the reasons...

"If only you weren't too blind to see..." Sam ran his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath. "Don't ever do that again," his voice dropped to a tired whisper, tears welling up in his pleading eyes. "Never again,"

He leaned forward, pressing a long kiss to your forehead before rushing out of the room. Your body ached, but nothing compared to how terribly broken your heart was right now. You wanted to go after him, tell him how sorry you were, but fear gripped you.

What if he didn't wanna talk to you? What if he didn't want to see your face ever again? Sam Winchester might be the best thing that ever happened to you and what if you lost him even before you had him?

It was way past midnight when you finally gave up on your attempts to sleep off your heartbreak. You didn't know what came over you when you decided to get out of your bed and tiptoed into Sam's room.

You opened the door to find him awake, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. He glanced at you with a smile, shifting in his position to clear up some space. "Couldn't sleep?"

You stepped into the room, closing the door behind you. "You too?" He shook his head as you got into the bed with him, placing your head on his chest. "I'm sorry."

"I know," he mumbled sadly. "I'm sorry too. I didn't want to scare you."

"I know," you looked up to find his eyes already on you, fingers brushing through your hair. Your eyes felt heavy, but neither of you could get yourself to look away.

"I can't lose you too, Y/n. I can't... You mean everything to me,"

The light from the nightlamp illuminated him in a golden glow. You wondered how someone as pure and angelic as him could ever be Satan's vessel. Granted he had his flaws, but he was far too beautiful, both inside and out.

Before you knew what you were doing, you leaned up, pressing your lips to his gently. Sam immediately responded, pulling you on top of him. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other held you close to him.

When you felt his heart beating against yours, how synchronised it was with your frantic heartbeat, you broke away and studied his face. There was unadulterated love and adoration in his eyes. Love... For you.

You let out a short squeal when he flipped you over, pecking your lips again. He searched your eyes for the truth, his own widening as he came to the same epiphany.

"Sammy?" You called out in a whisper, cupping his cheeks in your hands. Sam Winchester was in love with you. And suddenly, everything else was starting to make sense.

Sam melted into your touch, his soft brown hair falling around his face. "I love you, Y/n. I don't know how I kept it all inside me for so long. How I didn't realize... God, I was such an idiot,"

"Not just you," You shook your head, but he stopped you with his finger to your lips.

"Let me say it. Please. Let me say it or else I'll explode. 'Cause, that's how much I love you, Y/n," he pressed his forehead against yours, both of you closing your eyes. "I've loved you for so damn long that all I can remember is ever wanting you. And today when you didn't- When I found you like that..." Tears pricked his eyes again and he gulped them down. "I realized how much. I can't live without you, Y/n. Promise me you'd never pull off something like that again. Promise me."

"I promise," you sniffled, feeling your heart flutter at his words. It was a weird feeling, but it felt oh so good. You wanted to cry and laugh at the irony of the moment. And more than anything else, you wanted him. All of him. "Make love to me, Sammy."

It was everything he needed to kiss you again, this time with a passion unlike anything else. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this content or loved. His hands on your skin were too good to be true and you feared it was all just a dream.

The brush of Sam's lips against your calf assured you he was here, loving you and not just some hallucination. Realization dawned on you. He had stripped to his boxers while you were completely bare before him. Every flaw, every insecurity and every scar unexposed. Yet he looked at you so lovingly, like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

To him, you were perfect. A real, strong woman with scars that showed how brave you really were. He wanted to kiss away every insecurity, every little thought that made you think otherwise.

As he kissed his way up to the apex of your legs, every other thought vanished away– except the feel of his lips against your skin. His hands glided from under your thighs to play with your breasts, easily fitting them in his enormous hands.

Sam flicked his tongue against your clit, earning a low, sinful moan. He smirked against your throbbing sex, latching onto you like a man starved. Your fingers tangled in his long hair, the other clutching onto the headboard as he slowly thrusted one of his fingers inside you.

A second finger followed, knocking the air out of your lungs. They were thicker and longer than yours, making you feel full already. Yet you were desperate for more, whining at how slowly he was scissoring you.

Sam glanced at you, smirking. "Trust me, babygirl. It's for your own good,"

You rolled your eyes at him, whimpering as you felt him quicken his face, bringing you closer to your release. "Sammy, fuck! Right there," Much to your disappointment, he pulled out his fingers, licking them clean. "Sammyyy!" You whined, kicking your legs like a child.

Sam let out a chuckle, leaning in for a sweet kiss. You moaned, tasting yourself on his tongue. "The first time I ever make you cum, I want to watch you come undone around my cock." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, sitting on his knees.

You couldn't keep your eyes off him as he slowly took off his boxers, teasing you as more and more of him become unclothed. Sam smirked again, watching your eyes widen with shock and lust. He didn't gloat often, but when he did, he knew exactly what he was talking about.

And man, was beautiful (and enormous!)

You reached out and touched him, brushing your thumb over the pink tip of his hard cock. Sam threw his head back, the curses falling from his lips adding to your pleasure. You stroked him slowly, marvelling at the sight of the precum leaking from his tip.

Feeling brave, you got up, taking him in your mouth. He tasted so much better than you ever could've imagined. "Holy shit!" Sam held your hair in a makeshift ponytail, watching you lovingly as your head bobbed on his cock, taking him as deep as you could. Your hands pumped what you couldn't fit, ghosting over his balls.

"Stop, baby," he panted, gently pushing you back on the mattress and reaching out for the drawers. "I won't last,"

"I'm on the pill," you stopped him, smiling at how blown away and adorable he looked at thought of being inside you raw. Your heart swelled with love and pride as you opened your legs wide, holding out your hand for him.

He took it, interlocking his fingers with yours and pressed his forehead to yours. This time neither of you closed your eyes, not wanting to miss what you did to the other. Sam's free hand stroked his cock, lining himself in front of your entrance. You both moaned at the slight friction, kissing each other until you were both out of breath.

"Ready, babygirl?" He asked you softly.

"Always for you,"

Slowly and gently, he entered you, stretching you deliciously. Your back arched off the bed, nails digging into his back as you accommodated to his size. Sam groaned, visibly holding himself back from pounding into you with all of his strength.

"Sammy, please," you wrapped your legs around him, begging for more.

He complied, pulling out a little and thrusting into you again. The air was knocked out from your lungs again, mouth falling open in a silent cry as he established a steady rhythm, easily touching every pleasurable spot inside you.

His lips peppered kisses all along your collarbone, nibbling and sucking at all the spots he'd recently found out you liked. You knew there were going to be purple bruises on your skin everywhere tomorrow, yet you couldn't care less.

Sam knew what he was doing to you, how good he was making you feel. He ruined you for anyone else the moment he entered you and all he ever wanted to do now was worship you like this every fucking minute of the day for rest of his life.

The pleasure inside you built and you tightened around him, holding Sam in a vice grip. His every potent thrust shattered your control on your body, trusting him to drive you both over the edge.

You screamed as you came hard around him, clutching onto Sam for dear life. Your legs shook around him as his hips kept snapping into yours wildly, his moans joining your own when he spilled himself inside you, your name on his lips.

You didn't know for how long you two stayed like that, chests heaving and limbs joined blissfully. After catching your breath, Sam carried you to the bathroom, cleaning you both up. He put on a pair of sweats, clothing you in his shirt.

By the time he tucked you in his bed, you were already half asleep. You felt the bed dip beside you and moved closer to him, placing your head on his naked chest.

"I love you, Sam Winchester," you mumbled with a satisfied smile.

He rolled onto his side, wrapping you in his arms and kissed the top of your head. "And I love you, Y/n L/n. More than you could ever imagine,"

[little-x-wolf]

Imagine Dean having to help you undress after an injury and cuddling with him afterwards.

TW- mentions of injuries, fluffff.

"There you go, sweetheart," Dean smiled as he helped you descend the final stair. He kept a steady hand at the small of your back, ready to catch you if you falter.

The recent hunt took a lot out of you. You had broken your wrist, sprained your ankle, not to mention the horrible headache making your head throb.

The first thing Dean did after you two killed the monster was rush you to the hospital. He stayed with you all night, making sure you were comfortable. After being discharged, he brought you home, picking up your favourite chinese takeout on the way.

He would've carried you up the stairs, but the plaster on your hand would've made it painfully uncomfortable. Thus, you had to walk all the way down to your room with his help.

"Does anything hurt?" he asked you, helping you sit on your bed.

You shook your head, half-lying. The painkillers had dulled the pain, but it still hurt like a bitch.

"Liar," he rolled his eyes, kissing the top of your head gently. "You need to change, okay?"

"It's kinda impossible to do with..." You held up your arm, watching realization dawn on his face. "Unless you'll help me,"

Dean paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah. Ofcourse," His hands gripped the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and rolling it over your head. "There you go,"

His eyes fell on your now exposed skin, your heart beginning to race in your chest. Dean averted his eyes, reminding himself to be respectful. He helped you stand up, undoing the buttons of your jeans in a matter of half a second As his fingers undid the zipper, you held back a shudder, focusing your attention on his face instead of where his hands were on your body.

Being as gentle as ever, Dean pulled them down, falling to his knees. You supported yourself on his shoulders, trusting him to not let you fall as he helped you out of it.

He made you sit back on the bed, picking out some clothes for you from you closet. You couldn't help but grin at what he picked out. A pair of shorts and his t-shirt. The one you kept for days you felt like wearing something baggy and more comfortable.

"Figured they'd be easier to function in," he said, falling to his knees in front of you again. You blushed as he spread your legs apart just a little bit to help you put on the shorts.

You held your arms up for him to let his shirt glide over your upper body, falling down just above your knees. It smelled exactly like him, warming you from the inside out.

"I like it," Dean smiled, eyes roaming over your fully clothed body. "You look nicer in my clothes than I do,"

"I don't know... You look pretty good in them standing over there," you bit your lip, clearing your throat almost instantly. "Cuddle?"

He looked horrified, wiggling his finger at you. "Oh no,"

"Oh yes!"

"Noooo,"

"Pleaseeee," you gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster, doing a little victory dance when he gave in.

Dean chuckled. "Alright, alright. Don't hurt yourself now,"

He tucked you in, disappearing out of the room for a few minutes. You waited for him as he returned, having changed into a t-shirt and sweats. He climbed in after you, switching off the lights. You rolled onto your side, deciding on a comfortable position.

Dean inched closer to you, snaking his arm around your waist. His face was right against yours, the light scruff tickling your ear and making you giggle.

"This good?" He softly asked, breathing into the crook of your neck.

"Perfect," you mumbled happily, welcoming a dreamless sleep in his arms. And you meant it when you said it.

He truly was perfect.

[little-x-wolf]

Imagine Dean getting affected by some weird curse that makes him lose control over his *feelings* for you, and you're about to find that out just now.

TW- a little explicit, pre-smut.

Dean's slightly leaning over the table in just his undershirt, all sweaty and frustated. You nervously ramble on in the background, not knowing the reason for his suffering. Your eyes are anywhere but on him, knowing what he does to you, especially right now.

When he's had enough, Dean lets out a little growl, stopping you mid-sentence.

"Y/n, you need to stop," he says lowly and you don't register the threat in his voice (or the longing).

"Why? Is everything alright?" You ask worriedly. "Dean, look at-"

"Damn it, Y/n!" He turns around in a second, pacing over to you.

In a second, you're pinned between him and the motel wall, his gloriously muscular arms caging you in. You have to look up to meet his eyes, heat pooling between your legs just from how close you two are right now.

"Dean-" you softly begin, finding your voice.

He shushes you, leaning down until his lips are against your ear. His voice is nothing more than a dark whisper, and your legs clench at his next words. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to not bend you over that damn table and fuck you senseless right now?"

You shake your head with a coy smile, feeling your insides fluttering at the idea of Dean Winchester's hands on your skin. "Why don't you show me?"

[little-x-wolf]

Imagine playing a round of truth and dare with the boys and things get, um... interesting.

"I dare you to kiss Sam."

Sam almost spits his drink out at his brother's words. Dean, aware of his little crush on you saw the game as a perfect opportunity to give the situation a little headstart. He flashes him a little wink, both of them turning towards you again.

"In front of all these people?" You ask the older Winchester with a little uncertainty, glancing around the bar in which you three are seated.

"Mhmm... Right here, right now," he confirms with a smirk, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Y/n, you don't have to-"

But Sam Winchester's words are cut off by the drag of your chair against the floor. "Okay," you bite your lip a little, causing his eyes to nearly bulge out of his sockets.

Huh... That didn't take much time, Dean can't help but grin victoriously.

Sam's eyes don't leave your face as you circle towards him, his heart beating louder with every step. Unbeknownst to the two boys, you are, infact, aware of his crush on you. The way he gets all nervous and starts rambling as soon as you're alone with him, the way he glares at any man who tries to hit on you. You have seen the symptoms and are mature enough to recognize what they are pointing to.

After all, the same disease has stricken you too. Quite gladly, now the cure is right within your reach. A part of you's afraid, one taste of him and you'll never be able to stop, one touch of him and he will have marked you forever.

Thank the gods, you are too drunk to listen to that part.

"Y/n?" Sam mumbles when you're standing just an inch away from him. It's kinda weird being on the other end of the spectrum, having to look down at him. But he's too damn cute to think about anything else.

Sam stares at you, still wide eyed and all jittery as you climb onto his lap, circling your arms around his neck. "Hey, Sammy," you whisper it in his ear while encouraging him to wrap his arms around you. "Want me to kiss you?"

"Hells yeah," he blurts out, grinning widely. You're here, on his lap, wrapped in his arms. Might as well make the best of this situation, shouldn't he?

As you lean in, holding his face in your small hands, Sam's grip around you tightens. Your chests touch, sending a shudder down both of your spines but nothing compares to how you two feel when your lips finally meet.

His lips are soft and warm, yet rough at the same time. You can taste the whiskey on his tongue and you love it. Every bit of it.

All of Sam's nervousness slowly fades away. He pulls you closer (if there is any closer you can get), plush against his chest, his hands tangling in your hair as yours do in his.

Neither of you care if the whole bar is eyeing you two curiously or if Dean has cleared his throat more times than he can count, turning his eyes away from your makeout sesh.

Nah, now that you've had a glimpse of what Sam Winchester has to offer, how can you ever turn away?

[little-x-wolf]

Imagine being the love of Dean Winchester's life and waking up to this every morning.

Feeling your gaze on him, Dean slowly opens his eyes and bats his lashes a few times as he takes you in. You, the love of his life, the reason for his smile. Out there he's a tough hunter who saves people from horrors they can't even imagine, but in here, in your arms, he lets his guard down. He feels safe. Loved. He may be everyone else's saviour, but you– you are his.

His... As he's yours.

And there is nothing he wouldn't do to keep you safe. Even if that meant going to hell and back.

[little-x-wolf]

Imagine being angry about a girl hitting on Sam and him listening to you go on and on about it. His face displaying a number of emotions, which generally starts with his signature frown and turns into a look of pure shock and adoration as realization hits him- you are in love with him!

Cuz seriously! How could you not fall in love?! *Faints*

[little-x-wolf]

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