#alec mcdowell drabble

[bruisedfig]

fig’s masterlist .ᐟ

all my smut one shots, drabbles and fluff pieces. listed in oldest to newest fics. mdni with 18+ please .ᐟ * = p link on x

⧼ dean winchester [ supernatural ]

— one shots

⭑ dean fucking you with sam asleep in the same room 18+

⭑ dean being a sub with his gf for the first time 18+

⭑ dean winchester and his sweet little angel gf 18+

⭑ sleepy motel mornings with dean

⭑ sub!dean needing to taste your pussy 18+

⭑ dean winchester coming home to gf!reader after a hunt

⭑ grumpy!bf!dean being overprotective of baby

⭑ “do you wanna just have sex while we wait?” 18+

⭑ manhandle 18+

⭑ jealousy games 18+

⭑ dean pulling over the impala because you just can’t keep your hands to yourself 18+

— drabbles

⭑ opposites attract 18+

⭑ deepthroating dean 18+

⭑ dean winchester finding out you got a new tattoo 18+

⭑ dean winchester kink headcanons 18+

⭑ dean winchester x chubby!reader 18+

⭑ random dean and sam headcanons

⭑ dean winchester finding out his gf wears glasses

⭑ dean winchester x chubby!reader headcanons

⭑ jerking off sub!dean 18+

⭑ dean x angel!reader headcanons

⭑ loverboy!dean 18+

⭑ dean winchester x goth!gf!reader

⭑ dean winchester x reader using their safe word 18+

⭑ how loverboy!dean proposes

⭑ dean holds your hand when he’s eating you out 18+

⭑ beyond just physical / overstimming reader 18+

⭑ soft touches after a long day 18+ *

⭑ sex with older!bf!dean 18+ *

⭑ needy!dean taking care of himself 18+ *

⭑ bigdick!dean sending you a video 18+ *

⭑ older!bf!dean post sex 18+ *

⭑ dean sticking his fingers in your mouth headcanon 18+

⭑ older!bf!dean using a vibe on you 18+

⭑ dean “use me to get off” winchester 18+ *

⭑ sex with angry / angsty dean after a hunt 18+ *

⭑ car sex in the impala 18+ *

⧼ soldier boy [ the boys ]

— one shots

⭑ combat knife 18+

⭑ soldier boy can’t keep his hands out of your pants 18+

⭑ soldier boy finding your onlyfans 18+

⭑ night time bj with soldier boy 18+

⭑ soldier boy and his spit-obsessed bunny girlfriend 18+

— drabbles

⭑ “you like fuckin’ a supe?” 18+

⭑ just more one 18+

⭑ soldier boy taking your virginity 18+

⭑ soldier boy’s birthday 18+

⭑ “say it, baby. words.” 18+

⭑ soldier boy x chubby!reader 18+

⭑ soldier boy finding out his gf wears glasses 18+

⭑ soldier boy bites 18+

⭑ soldier boy x reader using their safe word 18+

⭑ soldier boy needs skin-to-skin contact 18+

⭑ soldier boy who ties your hands to the bed 18+

⭑ “can you just shut the fuck up for once?” 18+

⭑ soldier boy dumbing you down 18+ *

⭑ how soldier fucks you when he wants to you shut up 18+ *

⭑ needy and desperate sex with soldier boy 18+ *

⭑ soldier boy is obsessed with your cunt 18+

⧼ alec mcdowell [ dark angel ]

— one shots

⭑ heat 18+

— drabbles

⭑ “fuck me like you hate me” 18+

⭑ riding alec 18+

⧼ jensen ackles

— one shots

⭑ best friend’s dad!jensen 18+

࿓ after a night out

⧼ other

— one shots

⭑ sam winchester aftercare 18+

⭑ helping beau arlen relax after a stressful day at work 18+

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[figisonline]

okay and what if i say this is sooo alec mcdowell x gf!reader coded?????? hmmm???? or even dean x angel!reader???

[winchestergirl2]

Twinkling Tree Dreams

Pairing: Alec McDowell x Reader

Summary: Trying to spread some christmas cheer doesn't go quite how you planned, but maybe it will turn out even better than you hoped.

A/N: Inspired by @the-slumberparty 's December Daze Challenge. The prompt I got from This Generator was: 'Putting up christmas lights isn't as easy as it looks' (in bold)

Special thank you to @thebiggerbear for such wonderful words of encouragement that made me want to take another dip into this world with Alec.

Word Count: 363

Warnings: None

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

You slumped down with a large sigh. It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. You just wanted to do something nice for your boyfriend at christmas.

A few nights ago, while snuggled up with Alec on his sofa, you noticed the lack of festive cheer in the apartment. When you mentioned this to him, Alec glanced over at you before turning his attention back to the screen.

"I guess I've never really thought about it. Manticore wasn't real big on Christmas," he shrugged.

You snuggled yourself back down, returning your attention to the tv, all the while mulling his response over in your head. There was just something about his reply that you couldn’t shake. Thinking back to all the happy Christmas times you'd had (even in this post pulse world), you felt a wave of sadness, realising that Alec had never truly experienced that. It was at that moment you decided you were going to do your best to create a little christmas magic for him.

Which led you to where you are now, sitting in the middle of the floor tangled up in christmas tree lights.

Of course, this was the exact moment Alec arrived home. You saw a look of shock and surprise register on his face before he began laughing at the sight in front of him.

"I'm no expert, but I thought the lights were supposed to be on the tree, not you," he commented trademark smirk in place, taking in the scene in front of him.

"Putting up christmas lights isn't as easy as it looks," you say, grinning. "Meet tangle and knot," holding up a section of the lights to emphasise your point, as Alec made his way over to help untangle you from the mass of lights you had got yourself stuck in.

With Alec's help, you successfully manage to get the lights on the tree. Along with the rest of the contents from a modest box of decorations you'd assembled.

Standing back, wrapped in his arms, you smile at the finished result. Turning slightly, you whisper, "Merry Christmas Alec," kissing his cheek.

"Merry Christmas," he replies, smiling before leaning in for a proper kiss.

[jjmbbg]

"Yours to lose"

cw: alec mcdowell x fem!reader, flirting, sexual tension, suggestive content, power dynamics, mild roughness, emotional vulnerability (implied).

a.n: the white thingy in the pic was me guys.

(pics from pinterest)

The heat in the room isn't from the weather. You're pretty sure of that—mostly because it's all coming from Alec. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed like he's got all the time in the world, but his eyes? Locked on you. The kind of gaze that makes your skin prickle, like he's undressing you without lifting a finger.

"You know" he drawls, voice low and smooth, "if you keep looking at me like that, I'm gonna start thinking you want something"

You scoff, but it's weak. Not exactly convincing when you're standing there, wearing his shirt—half-buttoned and entirely too big—while his scent clings to your skin. "Please" you shoot back, stepping closer. "You're the one staring like you're hungry"

A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. "Can you blame me?" he pushes off the wall, closing the distance in two long strides, and suddenly he’s there—too warm, too solid. His hands find your waist, fingertips teasing along the hem of his shirt. "You're kinda hard to resist"

You raise an eyebrow, amused. "I thought transgenics were supposed to have more self-control, y'know?

Alec laughs, low and rough, and the sound slides down your spine like a caress. "Oh, I've got plenty of control. I just don't feel like using it when you're around" his hands wander, palms trailing along your sides—light, teasing touches that make your breath catch. "What's the fun in holding back, anyway?"

You tilt your head, letting your fingers skate up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt. "And here I thought you were supposed to be a professional. Silly me.

He hums, pretending to consider it. "I'm great at multitasking" one of his hands drifts lower, just barely brushing over your hip. "I could handle you and a mission at the same time. Easy"

"Arrogant much?" but your pulse jumps when his thumb strokes lazy circles against your skin.

"Confident" he corrects, leaning in until his lips hover near your ear. "And you like it"

You do. God, you do—but you're not about to let him win that easily. Your hands slip beneath his shirt, dragging your nails lightly over his stomach, and the way his muscles tense under your touch sends a thrill through you. "What if I wanted to test that control of yours?" you murmur.

Alec's breath hitches—a tiny sound, but enough to make you smile. "That's a dangerous game" he warns, though his grip on you tightens. "You sure you're ready to play?"

"You started it" you remind him, tilting your face up to his, your mouth just a whisper away from his. "I'm just keeping up"

His eyes darken, that teasing edge flickering into something sharper. "Oh, sweetheart" he breathes "I was hoping you'd say that"

His lips find yours—soft at first, coaxing and playful—but it doesn't stay that way for long. You kiss him back just as eagerly, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until there's no space left between you, tongue exploring his warm oral cavity. He tastes like trouble, like heat and adrenaline, and you don't even care if you're losing the upper hand.

Alec groans against your mouth, and the sound goes straight to your head. "You really know how to mess with a guy" he mutters, but there's no real complaint behind it—not when his hands are wandering again, tracing the shape of your waist, your hips, like he's mapping every inch of you.

You smirk against his lips. "Maybe you're just easy"

"Only for you" he says without missing a beat, and the way he says it—like it's a fact, like it's obvious—makes warmth bloom low in your belly..

His mouth drifts from yours, dragging along your jaw, down to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. "You smell good" he murmurs, like he can't help himself. His teeth graze your skin, and your knees go weak.

"That's your shirt" you point out, but your voice is breathier than you mean it to be.

"Still counts" he says, and when he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, there's a wicked gleam in his. "But, if you're feeling generous, I wouldn't mind it on the floor"

You roll your eyes, even as your heart pounds against your ribs. "And you call me the dangerous one"

"Only because you are" he says, and there's something warm and wicked in his smile. "But I'm willing to take the risk"

His hands slide higher beneath the fabric, his touch slow and deliberate—just enough to tease, not nearly enough to satisfy. He's watching you closely, like he wants to see every reaction, and the heat in his gaze makes it impossible to stay still.

"You're stalling" you accuse, even as you arch into his touch.

Alec chuckles softly. "No, sweetheart" he says, voice rougher now, "I'm savoring" he ducks his head, brushing his lips over your collarbone, and your fingers curl tighter in his hair. "You in a hurry?"

You almost want to say yes. It's hard to think straight when he's this close, when every touch leaves you wanting more—but you know him well enough to realize that giving in now means letting him win. And where's the fun in that?

So instead, you let your hand trail down his chest—slow, teasing—until your fingers hook in his belt. "I don't know" you muse, meeting his gaze with a smirk. "Think you can keep up?"

The challenge lights something fierce in his eyes. "Sweetheart" he murmurs, leaning in until his lips brush yours again "I can do this all day"

And from the way his hands slide lower, the way his touch lingers and burns, you're pretty sure he means it.

You shift against him, feeling the heat of his body pressing you into the wall. It's as though every inch of space between you just ignites when your skin touches his. The way his fingers trail up your spine, light but persistent, makes your breath hitch, and you can't help but lean into him, your body betraying the little act of resistance you tried to hold onto.

"You're awful" you whisper, though the words lose their sting as soon as they leave your lips.

Alec doesn't respond right away. Instead, he runs his thumb over the back of your neck, a soft but electrifying touch that makes you shiver. "I know" he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. "But you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?"

You bite your lip, trying to fight the rush of warmth spreading through you. "I don't know" you tease, pretending to act aloof, but the way you can't stop your hands from slipping under his shirt gives you away. "Maybe you're just getting lucky"

His smirk widens, and before you can blink, his hands are under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as if you weigh nothing at all. He presses you back against the wall, his lips brushing against yours in a near kiss, but pulling away just enough to keep you guessing. You whine at the lack of contact, your body already aching for more.

"You don't play fair" you manage, your voice breathless.

His hands slide down to your hips, his fingers digging in just a little too hard to be completely innocent, but you don't mind. "You love it" he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

And maybe it is. The way he touches you, the way his lips trace the line of your jaw with that devil-may-care attitude—it all makes you want to surrender completely. But you don't. Not yet. There's something about the way you can push his buttons and make him lose his cool that excites you, and you're not ready to give up that power just yet.

Not when his breath is so close to your ear, when his hands are so dangerously close to where you want them most, when his lips brush against your skin, making you burn with want.

You tilt your head back against the wall, giving him better access, your hands trailing down his chest once more, over the hard planes of his body, until you stop right at the waistband of his jeans. Alec sucks in a breath, his muscles tightening under your touch, but he doesn't stop you.

"You're teasing me" he says, his voice rough with the restraint he's clearly trying to hold onto.

"Wouldn't dream of it" you murmur, your fingers working at his belt buckle, slipping the leather through its loops. It's like a game, the way he's holding back, the way you're both trying to get the other to crack first.

He watches, eyes dark, his gaze a constant pull that makes your heart race. "Careful" he warns, his hands gripping your waist tighter. "You don't wanna make me lose control"

You smirk, leaning in close again, your lips brushing over his ear as you whisper, "I think I'd like to see you try"

The challenge is enough to make Alec growl, a low, dangerous sound that sends a thrill through you. His hands slide up to your ribs, pulling you even closer, until your bodies are pressed together so tightly you can feel every inch of him. The heat between you is almost unbearable, and you can't help but grind against him, testing just how much control he really has left.

He stifles a moan, but only just, his lips crashing to yours with a hunger you can't ignore. The kiss is hard, desperate, and it leaves you breathless. When he pulls back, there's a gleam in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart" he warns, though the way his hands slide lower, the way his mouth traces the curve of your neck, tells you he's far from objecting.

You don't care. You want him too much.

"Then let's burn" you say with a wicked grin, pulling his shirt over his head with an impatient tug. His hands are all over you, pulling at the fabric of your clothes, his fingers brushing against your skin like a spark to dry tinder.

Before you can blink, he has you in his arms again, and the world seems to narrow down to just the two of you, the weight of his body pressing against yours, the heat building between you as if nothing else matters but the pull of his touch.

Alec's lips are on yours again, fierce and demanding, but there's something else—something deeper in the way he kisses you now. Like he's not just teasing, not just playing games, but pulling you into something that's beyond just the moment. It's dangerous, but it feels right. It feels like home, like there's nowhere else you'd rather be than caught in the web of his arms, his kisses, his touch.

You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into the muscle there, and pull him closer, your hips pressing against his as if your body is begging for more. Alec groans, low and raw, his hands moving to explore, to claim, but he's still holding back, still waiting for you to make the first move.

"Make me yours" you whisper between kisses, and the words are almost too much to say aloud, but they slip out anyway, because right now, in this moment, you can't imagine holding back any longer.

His eyes flash, and before you know it, your clothes are gone, scattered across the room in a hurry to feel skin on skin. The way he looks at you now is a promise of a long, really long night.

[daylighted]

omg i feel like before alec and like “reader” started dating he would always ask max about things that she likes or like advice then later while they are all hanging out he just drops the cheesiest pick up lines while max internally face palms

orrr he always tries to show off to impress his little crush 🥹

max told him to just test the waters - just flirt a little and see where it went. alec took this as permission to try all of the pickup lines he had in his head, waiting for a means to use them.

his first opportunity came when you were sitting on the couch alone, the spot next to you open. alec dropped down beside you like he owned the spot, his arm in his lap. then, with an exaggerated yawn, he stretched it around your shoulders and tugged you into his side.

max sighs heavily through her nose, giving him a forced, tight-lipped smile when he meets her eyes with a grin. she was embarrassed for the both of them, but alec thought he was the bee's knees. no one could tell him otherwise, especially when you didn't pull away.

max nods toward you subtly, narrowing her eyes in on alec like, do something! alec knew that! he had a deck of cards in his head with all of the pickup lines he kept in there, and he was drawing one from the bunch. working his magic didn't happen in a blink, just like how rome wasn't built in a single day.

"you got a map?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, still wearing that shit-eating grin of his.

max groans. alec's mouth flattens at her. just give him a second, he hadn't even gotten a chance to finish it!

"no," you say, eyebrow raised. he didn't know that your smile wasn't because you were being reeled in by his acts, but because you knew all of these moves. you weren't going to tell him, either. look how proud of himself he seems! "why do you ask?"

alec leans in closer, like he had a secret to share and only with you. "'cause i keep getting lost in your eyes."

that's the straw that breaks max, and she leaves without a word of explanation, at least ones that you can hear. he can. he distinctly hears with his enhanced hearing that is both a blessing and a curse, the words, "oh, to hell with this."

hey, he doesn't care. he still got your number, didn't he? he didn't even have to take his shirt off like his backup plan was to.

[bluemerakis]

─────── ❝ sugar high ❞ ⋆˙ 𖦹 ˚.⋆

────────── ᝰ bluemerakis ༝༚༝༚ ────

pairing ୨୧ munch .ᐟ beau arlen x fem .ᐟ reader

warnings .ᐟ cussing, oral f receiving, fingering, overstimulation, pet names

synopsis ─ beau arlen is a take the scenic route munch. that’s all, folks. that’s plenty.

word count ~ 2k

based on this ask

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“You like that a lot, don’tcha?” Beau chuckles gently, and the sound drips from his glistening lips like a stray trail of honey—tantalisingly sweet and so, so sparse throughout his focused fondling of you. He surveys you over the arch of your stomach, your lower back long since lifted from the mattress in search of his wet warmth.

“Mhm,” you breathe out—both spent and disoriented by the haze of pleasure Beau’s tongue seems to effortlessly elicit. But you’re overcome with a sudden groan of protest, head lifting from your pillow’s support with utmost difficulty to peer at him accusingly. “Why’d you stop?” You ask indignantly, but the lack of energy behind those words makes it come off as more of a pathetic whine.

He’s been at it for at least half an hour, now, tongue entangling with your folds like a shameless exploration, stumbling upon your pot of fine gold time and time again—only to drop it into a scattered, disappointing mess of nothing. A relentless tease that has your every nerve ignited at the ends and hot with the plea to quell its prolonged misery.

The sheriff beams from his place between your thighs, the strong arms he’d exploited to trap your lower half against the bed shifting to pry your legs even further apart. His grip is a practiced type of firm—refined by all the years he’s spent immobilising fugitives—yet he’s always overly conscious of the way his fingers root themselves within your tender flesh.

“I ain’t stopped nothin’—been goin’ at it for quite some time, actually,” he pokes smugly, but he’s perfectly aware of his selfish mischief. “It’s called havin’ fun, darlin’. Y’know, savourin’ what’s good for the soul,” he adds with a glint to his eyes that’s so boyishly mischievous, you can’t help but flick your eyes in response.

“I don’t think I can do this much longer,” you complain, your lower half squirming with the urge to pinch your thighs together, but Beau’s got a passive, vice-like grip on them that doesn’t allow you to go anywhere without his leniency. And he’s not lenient—not now, at least.

“Naw, come on,” he drawls as his hands gently flatten your thighs back into a helpless sprawl, where he fortifies their position with an encouraging squeeze. “I think you’re pretty darn capable of pullin’ through this. It’s why you’re my best gal. My sweet gal,” he adds with a purposeful wink, tongue poking through to glide along his lips like he’s savouring the very taste of you that lingers.

Your head shakes lightly—you’re at your wits end with him. “You’re plain, old mean,” you huff out, but the pout instantly softens as you feel as Beau’s arm uncurl from your thigh to glide his fingers over the sensitive inner. The teasing contact jettisons your pique from the ledge of care down into the deep, deep depths of arousal, where your core is trapped in constant exploitation.

Beau’s got you right where he wants you—hot, bothered, numb. That is, numb until he makes you feel all sorts of things.

Shivers hare up your spine as you feel his fingers trail a path all the way down to your slicked entrance, where they curl inside with a driven destination. “Am I, now?” He tests softly—the words accentuated like he’s slipped them through the crack of a grin. “Mean, that is?” He clarifies with a sparse chuckle to further ruffle the edges of his nerve, and then he drives the point home with a gentle pump into the tunnel of your warmth.

A broken gasp purses your lips as the girth of his manhandling stretches out your walls—all worked up and tense with the empty promise of fulfilment. Your head burrows back into the pillow, where it practically swallows you whole in the midst of your fragile collapse.

“Fucking hell!” You gasp into the air, eyes screwing shut as you surf the sensation of your body letting loose—a desperate scramble to accommodate his intrusion. “Don’t stop, Beau—just like that,” you hiss thickly.

Beau’s throat echoes with a throaty hum, like he’s savouring the way you melt onto his hand—so betraying of the aggrieved words that’d jumped from the ledge of your lips only seconds ago. “Just like that?” He echoes sweetly, fingers curling in a motion similar to the last, but with a new desire to delve deeper.

“Just like that,” you reaffirm in a slight whimper, lip drawn into a passionate bite as the sheriff eagerly obeys your pleas. With every thrust, he plunges deeper than he’d been before, like he’s got some silent record to beat. “And don’t stop this time—please.”

“Nah, I won’t, darlin’,” Beau hums comfortingly, and the pace he maintains drives a hard bargain. “And to think you had half the nerve to call me mean,” he teases lightly, the singular hand he’d left behind to safeguard your thigh rubbing sensual circles along the sensitive skin. “Me? Mean? When I’m takin’ such good care of my sweet girl? If it were true—and it ain’t—I’d have me locked up on the account o’ neglect.”

Your eyes don’t crack open once as he rambles on, too afraid to snuff out the focus you’ve worked to nurture into something akin to your high. “Just stop talking,” you scoff with the little air you’ve still got loitering within your spent lungs, a weak smile beaming through.

“Why, yes, ma’am,” he chuckles lightly. There’s no offence lingering in his tone—and you know it’s because he’s well aware of his hand in tonight’s foul play. The overstimulation is far too profuse from time to time, but you tend to hang in there on the knowledge that he’s not doing it to be mean. He merely enjoys indulging in the prolonged haven of your scent, sounds and slick. Enjoys you.

He’s obsessed with you.

“Still feelin’ dandy as a lion?” He pipes up after a string of thrusts, the fingers burrowed into your entrance continuing to plunge deeper and deeper at a pace so steady that it tugs at the last string of your sanity. And the knot that’s been building in your core threatens to unravel when his thumb daringly reaches up to flick over your sensitive clit. “Talk to me, sweet girl,” he coos when you don’t offer him the sought out input.

“Beau,” you protest helplessly, eyes burning teary behind the shield of your lids. Your fingers curl into the sheets as you grapple with his ministrations, your clit still trilling with the unexpected caress. “I think I’m gonna come—I can’t hold it back anymore.”

“Sure ya can, sweetheart,” he argues softly, temporarily halting his thrusts within you to lower his head to your mound. Your core flutters with the hope to feel his lips envelop your core with a welcoming heat that makes you forget your own, but you’re only graced with the chafe of his beard against your inner thigh, where he places a chaste kiss that lingers for a long second that feels taunting.

“I can’t.”

“Just hold on a little longer for me, alright? I know ya can do it. Just wanna taste you one last time before you let it rain down on me,” he drawls against you, the sound husky and distracted, like he’s entirely beguiled by the glistening view of you. And then his bearded jaw juts into your folds, where his lips engulf your swollen clit. Then, his tongue does a sweep of the area to take the sensitive organ under a wave so brutal, it has you gasping for air.

“Oh, god—yes!” You answer hopelessly. Unsolicited. Your thighs draw rigid with the combined stimulation of him—the resumed pump of his fingers, the tango of his tongue against your spent clit, and the hot chafe of his beard that feels determined to rub you raw. It’s all incredibly overwhelming in all the right ways. “I’m gonna come,” you mewl helplessly.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” he coos proudly—the words slurred by the way his lips meld with yours. “Doin’ so good f’me. You’re a damn trooper—and you’re showin’ me up, that’s for sure. A girl like you? She’s got all it takes to see shit through. All the way down to the end o’ the line, baby’.” The deep rumble of his voice is a weapon of its own, adding to the unrelenting seize on your senses.

His pumps within you grow more vigorous and greedy with each passing second, reaching depths you didn’t think was possible—but your body welcomes it. And simultaneously braces against it, like it dreads the overwhelming finale it’s bound to present.

“Beau, that feels so good. You feel so good,” you slur weakly, your thighs tensing with the growing approach of your high. And this time, Beau grants you the grace of letting them bracket his head—like he’s made himself a willing, appreciative prisoner within your personal keep.

The only occasion where the sheriff welcomes his own detainment.

The arm he’s wrapped around your thighs ease up an inch as he imbues all focus into nurturing your finish. “Hm—ain’t ya just the sweetest?” He murmurs absentmindedly—appreciatively, and the words sound as winded as you feel. “I ain’t gonna stop this time, darlin’, so go ahead ‘nd let go f’me. Let me taste you—all o’ you,” he urges before he’s burrowed himself back into you with a rhythm of his jaw that’s entirely unforgiving.

And he doesn’t stop until you’ve painted him with the sloppy medium he’s been seeking out all evening.

You let out a broken gasp as your lower half shudders with the built up release, and Beau only adds to the grand finale as his throat rumbles against you with a low noise of euphoria—which strikes the heart of your sensitive clit. He laps at your glistening folds one last time—like it’s the last, guilty lick of the plate after dessert, before the warmth of his tongue finally forsakes you.

“Atta girl,” Beau praises breathlessly, the hand buried within your fluttering walls slowly pulling free of its suction. His other hand finally releases your thigh, the fabric of his clothes rustling as he shifts from the position he’d become solidified within. His palms return to your body in a gentle cupping of your thighs before he trails them up the length of your stomach. “Now, I dunno ‘bout you, but I could do this every night,” he chuckles softly once he’s brought himself up to hover over you, elbows propping him up at either of your shoulders.

You lift your head from your pillow with a frailty that threatens to topple you back into the plumy comfort, but your eyes catch on Beau’s face, and the sight of him is enough to keep you tethered in the air. The entirety of his jaw is slathered with your arousal, the fine hairs of his beard glistening like a proud display—almost as bright as the toothy grin nestled between his parted lips. His hair has scattered across his forehead in unruly strands, giving him a rugged look that only adds to his Texan charm.

He stares back at you with a knowing look in his eyes, like he’s fully aware of the state of himself. And he’s proud of it.

Proud of you for deconstructing him this way.

After a gentle string of pants, you finally heave a breath that allows you to speak. “I couldn’t do this every night,” you laugh hoarsely, your thighs pressing together like the mere thought of it chides you. “I might just pass away.”

Beau’s lips press into a playful pout, his brows furrowing with a look of disagreement. “On the contrary,” he says matter-of-a-factly, one hand coming up to wipe the sweat from your forehead before he settles for a gentle hold on your jaw. “If anythin’, you’ll be the death of me. You’re my sweet girl. And I’ll be damned if I was a diabetic ‘cause I’d just ‘bout drop dead gettin’ all sugar-highed on the taste o’ you.”

You giggle at that, your head shaking in light appreciation of his absurdity. “You’re something else entirely, Beau Arlen,” you murmur through a loving grin.

“And don’t I know it,” he laughs, hand gently pinching your jaw before he lowers himself to your lips, where he hovers just shy of your touch. “Just wait ‘til ya get a taste o’ you—then you’ll understand where I’m comin’ from,” he husks with a lazy grin before finally pressing his lips to yours.

And he’s right—you do taste sweet.

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a/n ─ beau does not stfu during sex sorry 🤷‍♀️ bro is a yapper at heart but it’s ok bc he doesn’t slack ❗️❗️❗️initially this piece was gonna be a combination of drabbles with munch dean, beau & sb but bc dean & sb’s part isn’t done yet and i wanted to get something out, have this!! i told myself i was gonna finish the other two boys’ tonight and release them all together but… i’ve been working on something else instead 👀

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[deansbite]

AFAB READER!! 18+ mdni

alec had been leaning back on the couch, you've been sat on his lap, his cock has been sat in your cunt nicely. It'd been god knows how long since your walls had adjusted to his length. and ever since then, he hadn't moved an inch.

unless — you were actually done whining and moaning about his dick lodged in you and were focusing on the show, then he'd intentionally thrust just a tiny bit deeper before retracting.

you could barely even handle his full length, much less having him go deeper — you didn’t even know he could go deeper than he already was.

and that would repeat until now. you were settled and finally could get your mind off of the fact that you were cockwarming him. but alec.. well, he had other plans.

“i can barely see the tv screen now. c’mon, baby lean back, that way you can lean to the side and i’ll be able to watch.”

“but you already.. uh — nevermind.”

“i what? c’mon you want to talk back, so go on, i’m all ears.”

“alec i didn’t mean it like that —”

“ohno, nono, don’t take it back, tell me.”

and as you opened your mouth to oblige and continue, alec raised his hips — quick, with his superhuman speed.

you yelped when his tip rubbed against your cervix — which was probably bruised with the amount of times he thrusted up into you in the span of god knows how long.

“speak up, come on.” alec urged, his smut tone evident. his hands eventually rested on your hips, guiding you to bounce up and down on his length whilst he assisted with some occasional thrusts.

you instinctively clenched around him. “so fucking tight.” he gasped out.

“c’mon, i know how much you enjoy this, hell, i do too. but, i am gonna need you to finish that fucking sentence of yours.”

“i can’t —” you yelped as he slammed you down on his length whilst raising his hips at the same down.

you weren’t paying attention when one of alecs hands went up and he stuck his fingers into your mouth. you immediately swirled your tongue around them. alec seemed pleased — considering his fingers were like a plug to make you shut up.

both you and him knew he had a lot of stamina so he would go on for however long he wanted — which usually ended up with you so fucked out you can barely even form coherent sentences.

“that’s it, atta girl, finally taking the hint and closing that pretty mouth of yours.”

all you could do was whine which was just a slight bit fainter and much softer with his slender fingers in your mouth.

alec kept the same harsh and quick pace of you bouncing and him thrusting up occasionally. which caused a few groans to escape alecs mouth.

he could immediately tell when you were close. “hold it.”. he knew if his fingers weren’t in your mouth and you weren’t currently sucking him into your warmth, you would probably stomp your foot and complain.

but he could really care less. “i wantcha to fucking control it. if you can control how whiny and how much you complain, the least you could do is hold your goddamn orgasm.”

he was slightly annoyed. and both you and he knew if you didn’t listen, he’d make sure you’d regret in one way or another.

“shit, could fuck this soaking pussy all day. you’re so warm — fuck.”

and so he did, his thrusts not coming to a halt no matter how long he’s made you hold in your orgasm and even if you did cum at least six times within the span of an hour, he kept going.

that was simply Alec McDowell.

um!! yea this is not a lot because i wasnt in the mood to write a lot but i hope. this is good enough

tags: @fallbhind @beausling @gibson-g1rl @dollsltt @psychicnatural

special tags: @pearlzier @deanswidow (cause from what i know they love alec!! (not as much as me but</3))

uhh yea this was fun to write

[legalmente-loca]

Congratulations on the hundred followers to me!!🥳🥳 We are already triple digits and I want to make a special to celebrate!! I have made a list of twenty-five prompts that each of you can choose from. Send me a number and the name of a character i'm currently writing to my inbox and I'll make a drabble of it.

Kisses and thanks!!❤️❤️

1- You dressing like a cowgirl.

2- Giving them a quick kiss every time you pass by them.

3- “Times are different... So do I”

4- First Date.

5- “Why didn't you kill me?” “I could never do that"

6- Movie Night

7- “I don't think you understand.” “You never did.”

8- A puppy!

9- “God damn, how is it possible that I love you?" “For your exquisite taste?”

10- “Congratulations... You're a monster."

11- In labor.

12- Singing in the car.

13- “You said you'd meet me out there tomorrow. But tomorrow never came.”

14- Being stuck somewhere.

15- “I could ruin you.” “You mean... In a kinky way or a bad way?"

16- Your morning routine.

17- “There's definitely something wrong with your head.” “Yes, and they're called traumas.”

18- Listening to Lana del Rey together.

19- “This is not some cheap porn, dude”

20- Jumping on the bed together.

21- “I thought you loved me.” “Me too.”

22- Together on the road.

23- “Is there some space left in that bathtub?”

24- Sick Day.

25- “Are you angry with me?” “Oh, no, no, no, no... I'm furious with you.”

Characters:

-Dean Winchester.

-Sam Winchester.

-Castiel.

-Soldier Boy/Ben.

-Alec McDowell.

-Boaz Priestly.

[mahi-wayy]

𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧...!

↠jensen ackles

• dean winchester

eating you out ( drabble )

mark of cain!reader

brown!reader series

• beau arlen

can you see right through me?

headcanons

football!reader

• russell shaw

• soldier boy

I heard from a friend of a friend

like the way it fits ( drabble )

brown!reader series

• alec mcdowell

• tom hanniger

↠ jared padalecki

• sam winchester

brown!reader series

• cordell walker

cordell being a mean-ish munch

Taglist : @bluemerakis @deansbeer @daylighted @soldiersgirl @littlesoulshine @titsout4jackles @yawnzshit @h8aaz let me know if you wanna join the taglist!!

[bruisedfig]

heat ࿓ alec mcdowell

warnings: smut, light spanking, X5!reader, est. relationship (bf!alec x gf!reader) 18+

𓂃ㅤ. 𖤓 ㅤׄㅤ

your body physically ached as you looked over at your boyfriend. you could feel the frustration boiling through your veins, making it virtually impossible to think about anything other than getting your pussy fucked.

you were in heat.

the absolute worst part of your feline dna. it was almost painful how desperate you were to get off and find relief.

alec was sat on the opposite end of the sofa, watching the tv, seemingly oblivious to your little problem. how could he have no idea about the frustration that coursed through your body? why couldn’t he tell you were a little… stiff?

all you could do was press your thighs together and keep your mouth shut, trying not to moan or make any inappropriately forward comments towards him.

it was embarrassing going through your heat cycle. of course, alec had feline dna mixed into his genetic cocktail too, but he just didn’t get it. he wasn’t a woman. the pain and ache that thudded between your legs every time you looked at a man, let alone your sex-god boyfriend. it was painful.

you sighed and let your mind drift off to the idea of alec bending you over and- wait, focus! no, don’t focus on him… or his hands. oh my god, his hands… no! but look at his thighs… fuck, you’d just like to-

“you alright?”

alec’s soft voice snapped you out of your trance. fuck. did he catch you staring?

you cleared your throat, “yeah, course.”

you glanced up at him with a forced smile, your eyes finding his piercing green ones. you watched them narrow, almost as if he was studying you.

“really? cause you look kinda… uncomfortable,” he chuckled smoothly and smirked.

“no- uh- just… just fidgety,” you nodded slowly.

“yeah, i can see that, babe. you keep staring,” he grinned and turned his body in your direction, “what’s the matter?”

you groaned almost silently. look away, please, look away! was all you could think. you were about five seconds away from jumping on him.

“nothing!” you replied a little too quickly. you turned your head to look at the tv, averting your gaze. you couldn’t hold on for much longer, not when he was looking at you like that with his big plump lips and those flirtatious eyes and that big dumb grin on his face.

“baby,” he laughed, “i can tell something’s wrong. you look like you’re gonna explode. did i do something… say something?”

alec moved closer to you on the couch. you had to hold in another groan. don’t come closer, god…

“no, nothing…” you mumbled and kept your eyes on the tv.

alec furrowed his brows, his signature smirk still stuck on his face, “so if i’m not in the doghouse… then it’s what, babe?”

you bit your lip and bounced your leg. you couldn’t look at him. not right now.

alec moved his hand to your knee, a seemingly normal gesture between the both of you, but in your current state… god.

“baby, talk to me?” he murmured and squeezed your thigh. he shifted closer to you again.

alec felt your body tense up as he neared closer to you. his brows furrowed and the smirk turned into a soft smile.

“come on, baby. talk to m-”

“alec, if you don’t remove that hand from me right now, i’m going to lose it,” you said lowly, turning your head to face him. your breath hitched as soon as his eyes locked onto yours.

oh, fuck.

“wha-”

you leaned forward and smashed your lips against his with pure desperation. alec laughed and let you push him back onto the couch, your legs moving to straddle him.

his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer to him, enjoying your sudden mood switch. he grinned as you moaned loudly into his mouth and started grinding against his thigh.

alec squeezed your ass and broke the kiss, “oh, this is why you’re so fidgety, baby? so needy and-”

you didn’t have time for this. no time to talk. your cunt ached and your entire body felt like it was on fire. the last thing you needed was small talk.

you shut him up with another kiss, finding his lips again with such force. your hands moved themselves straight to the waistband of his sweatpants, before diving in and finding his length.

alec chuckled breathily and looked down at your hand desperately pumping his semi-hard cock in his boxers, “babe- babe! slow down… don’t you want this to be a little romantic?”

your eyes snapped up to his. he dropped the smirk and gave you a quizzical look as he saw the sheer desperation in your expression. alec’s face softened and he nodded. without saying anything, he picked you up and carried you effortlessly into your bedroom.

he laid you down on the bed and crawled on top of you, your arms instantly wrapping around his body like a koala, your cunt grinding against him in desperate need of friction and your mouth attaching itself to his neck.

alec grinned, “oh, you need me so bad, don’t you?”

you whimpered and pulled your face back to look at him. your face hardened involuntarily, “need you inside me now, alec. stop fucking around,” you groaned and started tugging his shirt off.

he laughed again, highly amused by your no-bullshit attitude. he wasn’t mad at it, he liked seeing you acting so desperately for once.

he flung his shirt off with a smirk and looked down at your flustered state as you eyed him like a piece of meat. his hands moved down and found the hem of your shirt. you sat up a little and he pulled it off you, discarding it on the floor with his.

alec leaned back down and pressed soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck, leaving pink little marks scattered across your skin.

you groaned loudly and pushed him back, “no. i said i need you inside me. now, alec,” you almost commanded, your hormones making you so unashamedly needy.

alec laughed and raised his hands, “alright, alright. if you wanna play, we can play,” he smirked and yanked your pyjama shorts down.

you let out a huff you didn’t realise you were holding in as you watched him throw your shorts and panties behind him carelessly.

“oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled and rubbed a finger along your pussy, “you’re so wet.”

you scoffed and scowled, “can you just fuck me already? i’m- ugh!”

alec lifted his finger to his lips and cleaned off your arousal, “mmm. patience, my sweet girl.”

“patience…? alec!” you whined his name. you could feel your pussy throbbing, your walls achingly desperate to be wrapped around him.

he chuckled again with such a damn smug expression and it pissed you off.

“now or no blowjobs for a month.”

his eyes widened in actual concern.

“fuck, okay,” alec began pushing down his sweatpants and boxers, letting himself spring free.

your lips parted as you saw his cock bounce against his stomach. you involuntarily let out a moan, which made alec grin and move back over to you.

“say please,” he teased.

you groaned, “please. please just fuck me, alec. baby, i need you so bad it hurts.”

alec grinned again, moving his hand to his cock. he jerked himself real slow, letting you watch as the precum pooled at his head. he saw the hunger in your eyes, your pink swollen lips still parted as your breath hitched.

he leaned over you and lifted your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. you whimpered and locked your ankles together, as if to say ‘you’re stuck here now, you have to fuck me’.

alec positioned his member at your entrance, his tip brushing against you teasingly. you let out a whine and smacked his shoulder, “alec!”

he smirked and slowly pushed himself inside you, inch by inch. he could feel you clenching around him, the warm tightness of your pussy welcoming him in.

you gasped as he bottomed out, his tip hitting your cervix. alec watched your face with his signature smirk. he loved it. no matter how many times you’re together, he always loved seeing that face of yours. the one where you feel him fill you up completely. the one where you’re stretched out and feeling his cock pound against your cervix.

he slowly pulled his hips back, taking a moment before shoving his cock back into you and finding his rhythm. his movements were slow and almost teasing. you whined again and pulled him down to you, his chest pressed against your tits.

“faster... and harder,” you begged with your face scrunched as you clung to him, his eyes locked on you as he moved.

alec let out a huff of air in amusement as he sped up, “okay, baby.”

his cock slammed into you as your walls wrapped tightly around him. you watched his face contort as you clenched around his member. the room filled with groans and grunts, and the lewd sound of your skin meeting.

your pussy still ached as he stretched it out though, you needed more. you needed as much as you were physically able to take.

“a-alec… need more,” you breathed out as you clung to him, your arms wrapped around his neck.

he lifted his head and looked down at your face, his breathing laboured as he thrusts, “more? okay, i got you.”

alec’s fingers moved to your swollen, sensitive clit, rubbing rough circles. your hips jerked up as you whined and dropped your head back into the pillow.

“fuck- that’s it…. don’t- mmm, god- don’t stop, baby- i- mmm…” you rambled on in ecstasy, the ache in your pussy finally started to dull down as it was replaced by extreme pleasure.

this is what you had been aching for.

“fuuuuck, babe. you’re fuckin’ squeezing me so tight,” alec groaned, dropping his forehead to yours and shutting his eyes.

you felt his warm breath on your lips as he huffed with every thrust. your lips parted and desperately searched for his. you couldn’t get enough of him.

alec leaned down and connected your lips, letting his tongue tangle with yours. you moaned and whimpered into his mouth as his fingers sped up on your clit.

he broke the kiss and he rested his forehead against yours again, “mmm, you feel incredible, baby.”

you scrunched your face and let out a deep moan. alec moved his lips down to your neck, gently biting and sucking on your favourite sensitive little spots. you couldn’t help the moans and sighs that left your lips.

“mmm… alec, so good… so close…”

you felt him smile against your neck and his fingers sped up on your pussy. the knot in your stomach tightened as he thrusted even harder into your cunt, his tip slamming against your cervix.

white hot pleasure washed over you as you came on his cock, your walls fluttering around him, earning little grunts from alec against your neck as he felt you squeezing him.

your groans were so loud and whimpery. you could feel yourself gushing on his length. it felt so good, you were nearly seeing stars.

your head lazily bounced on the pillow at his thrusts and you let your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend finally being balls deep in you after yearning for him all day.

alec suddenly pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, slowing his thrusts, “babe, flip over,” he ordered.

he pulled himself out and you let out a whine in protest, immediately missing the feeling of him inside you. he waited for you to flip over onto your stomach, before grabbing you quickly by the hips and pulling your ass up.

you grinned lazily into the sheets, letting him manhandle you however he wanted. he positioned you to his liking before slipping his cock back into your pussy.

“ohhh, fuck,” you whined, feeling his tip brush against your gspot as he slowly started to thrust. his cock felt unbelievably good.

“how’s that, angel?” alec cooed and grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it roughly.

“mmm, s-so good… harder please,” you begged, moaning into the sheets.

alec chuckled breathily, slamming into you harder and faster, “there we go, baby. you’re taking me so well.”

his hands kept squeezing your ass and the sound of his skin meeting yours filled the room. you arched your back, desperate for his cock to keep slamming into your gspot harder.

“so pretty, baby. such a pretty girl. my pretty girl,” he spoke softly and slightly laboured.

alec landed a smack on your ass and you let out a yelp. your pussy clenched around him as the coil in your stomach tightened.

he chuckled as his cock twitched inside you. his hand came down on your ass again with another loud smack.

“fuck!” you cried out softly, feeling the sting. alec’s hand rubbed over the reddening skin.

“s’alright, baby. relax for me,” he grunted. his movements into your cunt sped up even more, his tip now slamming against your gspot. thank god- no, thank manticore for his superhuman genetics.

you whined and cried into the sheets, feeling your orgasm building. your pussy squeezed around alec’s cock as he slid in and out.

the noises and words that left his mouth were filthy and so, so damn sexy. you could tell he was close. and it only made your pussy clench harder around him.

“f-fuuuck… gonna cum, baby,” he groaned out.

you whimpered and nodded into the sheets as your neared your own orgasm. you were so fucking close.

alec’s hand landed a smack on your ass again, earning another yelp from you. your walls squeezed around him and he groaned loudly, his thrusts quickening into a sloppy mess.

alec hit his climax and he shot his thick warm ropes of cum into your cunt, painting your walls white as he grumbled and moaned behind you, his hands desperately squeezing your ass.

“fuuuuck…” he groaned.

the feeling of him filling you up set off your own release, the coil snapping again in your stomach. your pussy clenched around him like crazy as you melted into the bed.

“mmm…. god, alec! fuuuck!” you moaned, your voice muffled by the sheets.

alec’s breath was laboured. he slowed down his thrusts, still gently fucking you through your orgasm as you melted beneath him. he watched you lovingly as you came undone.

“such a good girl,” he commented, “you’re so fucking good… feel fucking amazing, baby.”

you chuckled breathily into the mattress and smiled at his words as you tried to catch your breath, your pussy still gently fluttering around his softening cock.

“t-that was-” you began.

“yeah…” he laughed slightly. his movements came to a still and he sighed, a big dopey grin grew on his face, “we gotta fuck like that more often.”

you hummed in response and gently turned to look at him. alec pulled out of your cunt and grinned as his cum slowly poured out of you, a sight he never misses whenever you two get intimate.

“my girl,” he hummed, “stuffed full of my cum.”

you rolled your eyes playfully as he grinned at you, “mhm, as always.”

alec laughed and spanked your ass again, though much gentler this time. he rubbed over the place he just smacked and sat up properly with a fond smile on his face.

“cm’ere, baby. we’ll clean up later,” alec said breathily and laid against the headboard, his arms pulling you to him.

you let him pull you against him and he kissed your temple, “you feeling better?”

you nodded and relaxed in his arms, “yeah, so much better.”

“mmm, could tell you needed a good fuck,” he grinned as you rested your head on his chest, his hand coming to play with your hair.

“oh, yeah?” you scoffed softly.

“oh, i know you’re in your heat cycle, baby. i can smell it,” he laughed with his signature shit-eating grin back on his face.

you scoffed again, “that’s disgusting.”

“yeah, but it’s true. it’s in my dna. i can always tell when you’re like this. i was just waiting to see how long you’d take to crack.”

“oh, you jerk!” you lightly smacked his chest and lifted your head to look at him, “why didn’t you help me earlier?”

“s’kinda fun to see you bouncing around the place, too embarrassed to just ask for my cock,” he smirked down at you, his hand still in your hair.

“oh, shut up,” you smiled and rolled your eyes.

A/N: oh my goddd finally finished this. i hope u enjoyed!! i lowkey loved writing this even tho it took so long !!!! ugh anyways alec is so fine #needthat

feedback and requests are welcome and encouraged!! <3

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

So the 20 Qs for Fic Writers had me thinking that I should update y’all on my WIPs. So, I wrote down the file titles and typed the list up for you, my lovely followers.

Update

Want to know what I’ve been working on? See below the cut. ❤️💙💚💛

If you want to know about one or more of the WIPs fics below, please comment or reblog telling me the name(s)/title(s). I’m happy to answer. 😄 Excited to hear from you.

Legend

“ORIGINAL” means it isn’t a fandom fic. It’s my original piece of work.

“ ** ” means it’s published on ao3 and if you want more, you need to let me know in comments here or on ao3 and which one.

✍️ means it is an ask or equest so those are actively being worked on

Fic Titles:

(C) Don’t provoke Dean… (Pack Alpha!Hunter!Dean x Packless Omega!Hunter!Reader)

(C) Fledgling Cas**

#99 prompt (“You’re such a needy, good girl, aren’t you?” Female Sub Reader)

#99 v.2 prompt (“You’re such a needy, good pet, aren’t you?” Gender neutral Sub Reader)

09x03 I’m no angel Alt (just one scene)

09x03 I’m no angel Alt 2.0 (Episode rewrite)

2024-28-Feb Ask Beau x Reader ✍️

Alec M x Reader Crush (Alec McDowell x OFC Reader; Roommates to Lovers)

Alec x Reader 2

Alpha Dr Castiel Alpha Dean sinus

An Angel’s Unexpected Companion

Artsy summer exchange 2024 (Exchange SFW fic)

AU - BDSM Dom Cas switch/Dom Dean

Baby dragon vs the followers of the Thanatos Stone

Being a sex good isn’t all is cracked up to be (God!Dean x Angel!Castiel)

Bingo prompt Soldier Boy camboy

Blind Castiel A/B/O

By the flowers in his eyes (blind Gabriel)

Castiel’s Wings 2.0** (Angel Castiel x Hunter!F!Reader)

Dadstiel Plot 2.0 (Destiel+Kid)

Destiel date night

Domestic Destiel #? Glowy Angel seduction

Domestic Destiel #? Zorro meets Cowboy

Dragon Cas x Dean plot (Giant and Pet…)

Falling in love With an Angel ORIGINAL

Fell in love with a demon (Hell Knight Dean x Witch Reader; MoC Dean x Witch Reader)

Grindr meets long-term PLOT OUTLINE (Paramedic Dean x Doctor Castiel)

Guardian of Humanity A/B/O Plot

Guardian of Humanity A/B/O World and…

Guardian of Humanity Scene Drabble

Heat (Hunters!Destiel x Complex!Reader)

Imagine Dean comes home after having a bad day. (Hunter!Dean x Hunter!Reader)

Janus Coin - Winchester Brotherly Love (Body Swaping)

Post 15x19 DestielxOFC!Alex

Prize - Ketch/Gadreel/Dean+Kid✍️

Regarding Dean Rewrite 12 x 11 (Episode rewrite)

Romancing the Hunter** (Destiel x Reader)

Rough times with your mental illness…

Rough times with your mental illness…2.0

RPF First (Not) Date (Actor!Jensen Ackles x Actress!Female!Reader)

Sam x Psychic Reader (Reader thinks Sam has the most beautiful soul)

Sick Stubborn Reader x Angel Cas

Sinclair’s Daughter

Sleepy Angel Kisses (Destiel)

Soldier Boy x Reader (Solider Boy x Supe!F!Reader)

Spn 2.0 (Series rewrite)

Spn meets Fifth Element

Spn/Lilo & Stitch Fusion

Stereo love (Rock Star!Dean x Music Professor!Castiel)

Stone of Thanatos (death)

Surprise me contd** (Angel!Castiel x Hunter!F!Reader)

The Daughter of Death and Justice concept (Revenge fic, sort of; Destiel x Death Knight!OFC)

The monster under my bed (TFW Case Fic)

The Nephilim’s daughter (Revenge fic; Destiel x Death Knight!OFC)

The Omega (Alphas Destiel x Rescued Omega!Alex)

The Virus ORIGINAL (Origin story of A/B/O)

Two Men and the Virgin (AU - Modern; Husbands!Destiel x Single F!Henri (Neighbors to Lovers))

Vampire Dean (Currently, just smut)

Winchester A Life in the Hunter House (Tiny!Angel!Castiel x Tiny!Dean)

You want two Deans, Cas? (Angel Castiel x Current Dean x Season XX Dean; Slow burn; includes TFW 2.0)

[winchestergirl2]

Baby, it's Cold

Pairing: Alec McDowell x Reader

Summary: Alec tries to convince you to stay in bed.

A/N: Thanks to @thebiggerbear 's wonderful words of encouragement on my first ever one-shot, I found some inspiration for this little winter drabble. This is my first time writing for Alec McDowell and was inspired by @the-slumberparty December Daze Challenge. The prompt I got from This Generator was: 'it's too cold, stay in bed' (in bold)

Word Count: 200

Warnings: Potential implied spiciness at the end

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

There was a crisp chill in the air when you woke, making you want to snuggle back down under the covers. Turning your head, to check the time you realise you are going to have to brave the chill or face the wrath of Normal for being late to work once again. Although in your defence, how were you supposed to resist the charms of the man who was the cause of your recent tardiness.

As you try to twist yourself out of the warm cacoon you were in, Alec woke up and slid his arms around you, mumbling into your neck 'it's too cold, stay in bed'.

'As tempting as that offer is... some of us have to get to work. Not all of us can be Normal's golden boy,' you tease. 'He's not going to be happy if I'm late again'.

'What can I say? He's a fan,' he responds with that cocky grin of his. 'Come on, I'll make it worth your while', placing a tempting kiss to your pulse point... too tempting to resist.

'Ok, just 5 more minutes' you sigh as you allow yourself to relax back into the comfort and warmth of Alec's arms.

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"Duty Calls"

cw: beau arlen x fem!reader, unprotected anal sex (no hat, no party), no use of lube (please don't), fingering, hair pulling, use of 'sir' and 'good girl'.

(pics from pinterest)

Beau he was carefully reading the file of a case he was working on, his emerald gaze fixed on the suspect's criminal record when he heard a soft knock on the glass of his door. He raised his gaze and looked at the door when the creaking of the door opening made its presence felt, smiling softly as you appeared through it, smiling back at him.

"Hey, handsome, you busy?" you asked, closing the door behind you.

"A little, but I think putting aside work for a couple of minutes won't hurt. C'mere, gorgeous" he closed the file and tossed it on his desk, calling you with a two-finger gesture. "What are you doing here, mhm?"

"I went to the grocery shop, and decided to stop by and see you" you smiled walking towards his desk and leaned on the edge of his desk. "Lot of work, huh?"

"A little bit much" he chuckled, his husky voice causing a chill to deliberately run down your spine. His eyes ranked your body slowly, taking in your pretty flowered dress, the one he gave you at Christmas, and right into your bare legs. His hand caressed gently your knee, sliding over your thigh, a wicked grin forming across his lips. "Y'know, sweetheart, I've been pretty busy these last few hours..." Arlen trailed off, hand hovering the hem of your dress.

The sheriff moved his chair, turning the wheels, until he found himself in front of you, now both hands on your legs, spreading them easily —and without opposition from you. His fingertips dancing along your skin, making you sigh softly.

"You know the blinds are open, right?" you whispered, licking your lower lip amused, feeling a warm sensation in your lower belly.

"Let them see" he whispered back, pulling the chair closer and pulling your dress up to your waist, smiling as he could see your pink panties and the wet spot in the center of them. "Look at yourself," he mused, one finger trailing the hem of the wet fabric. "already wet? I've barely touched you, sweetheart"

"Beau-" you started to talk, voice choked, but a rough squeeze on your thighs made you shut.

"No, sweetheart" Beau mumbled, spreading out more your legs, caressing gently the exposed skin, making you whine. "You know that's not my name here, not when I have you open like this"

You sighed heavily, hands gripping the edge of the wooden desk. "Sir, please... touch me" it was a soft pleading, breathy.

"Good girl" he praised you, moving aside your panties and slidinh two fingers knuckle-deep inside of your wet pussy without any warning. You clenched your walls around his fingers, enjoying the delicious sensation of him splitting you open with his digits. "Taking my fingers so well, huh? You always take 'em perfectly, don't you?"

You whined once more, knuckles white as you gripped tighter the desk, eyes rolling out of pleasure, head falling backwards and lips parted, letting out soft moans as Beau moved his fingers inside of you. He pressed his other hand was pressed against your mouth, muffling your tiny little sounds.

"Nah uh, don't make any sounds, babygirl" he cooed you, pumping his skilled fingers in and out of your soaked pussy, the squelch of your arousal making him groan, feeling his jeans growing tighter. "Fuck, that's it"

He muttered, pulling out his fingers of your heat making you moan softly, grabbing your hips and turning you around, pushing you against the furniture to finish lifting your dress, lowering your panties towards your ankles and finally exposing yourself. His hands grabbed the firm yet soft globes, parting them to expose your tightest hole, grinning to himself, he let go of them, moving his hands to get rid of his jeans and boxers.

"You gonna take me well in this tight little ass? I bet you will, you always do" Beau smirked, enjoying the view from behind you. He smacked one of your asscheeks, seeing it jiggle. "Or am I wrong, babygirl?"

"You're right, sir" you whimpered, wiggling your ass seeking for him to touch you more, to fuck you. "Please, please, I want you"

"Please what? You want me? How, huh? What do you want me to do? Use your words like a good girl, because you're a good girl, right? You wouldn't lie to the sheriff"

He grabbed his hard-rock cock on his hand giving it a few pumps before spreading again your buttcheeks, pressing the flushed tip against your hole, smearing his pre-cum on your rim, pushing just the tip inside. He pulled back, then pushed again, and pulled back and pushed once more, letting your asshole adjust to his cock.

"You're so tight, baby. You always are" he grumbled against your ear, his hands keeping your hips in place as he started to pound into your ass, hearing you whine in a mix of discomfort and pleasure. "You're doing it amazing, sweetheart, just relax for me, okay?"

You nodded, leaning forward, moaning and breathing heavily, thus relaxing your muscles. Beau groaned, moving one hand to your head, grabbing your hair into a makeshift messy ponytail, pulling your head back. Your eyes rolled back, your nails digging into the wood of the desk, pleasure taking the best of you, begging in whispers for more and more.

"There we go, sweetheart. You're doing it so good" Arlen growled, keeping firm yet gentle thrusts, your asscheeks swallowing his length. "My good girl. Keep quiet, we don't want anyone else to hear your pretty sounds"

You chuckled, biting you lower lip and enjoying his thick cock splitting your ass open, filling you in ways only Beau knew how to, he was the only one who knew how to make you feel like this.

"Fuck, fuck. Feeling so good, sir, so, so good" you babbled. The edge of the desk bruising your hips, the sound of the wood dragging against the ground with each thrust making you moan once more. "I'm close, sir, so close. Please, don't stop"

Beau groaned again, burying himself balls-deep into your tight ass, pulling your hair once more before letting it go. He placed a hand on yours, intertwining fingers to remember you silently how much he loves you.

"Cum for me, baby, don't hold anything back. I know how bad you wanna cum" he ordered, pounding harder and harder. "I'm gonna cum inside of you, fill you up and leave you dripping of my cum"

It only took a few more thrusts to make you finish, biting your lower lip harder enough to taste the the copper in your mouth. And then, oh good Lord, Beau's warm seed filled your channel it made you shiver.

"Mhm, the best distraction I could ever had" he mumbled, nipping your earlobe, pulling out of you, smiling watching the trail of cum drip from your asshole. He took care of pulling your panties back into place and lowering your dress, then he combed your hair and kissed you on the lips. "Go home, I'll reward you tonight, alright?"

"Sounds perfect to me" you replied softly, patting his chest, looking forward to tonight.

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Drabbles from various fandoms

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by felisblanco

Collection of drabbles from various fandoms because I don't know where else to put them.

Words: 423, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dark Angel, Firefly, Leverage

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Alec McDowell | X5-494

Relationships: Alec Hardison/Eliot Spencer, Jayne Cobb/Inara Serra

Additional Tags: Drabble Collection

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SPN drabbles

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by felisblanco

Drabbles of various length, rating, and pairing. Some include translations in Russian. Beware of warnings for character death in some of them (look for notes at the beginning of each chapter).

Words: 13190, Chapters: 15/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Meg Masters/Sam Winchester, Ruby/Dean Winchester, Alec McDowell | X5-494/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian, Drabble Collection

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Knock Knock

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by Lil_Jei

Title: Knock Knock Author: Lil Jei Fandom: Dark Angel/NCIS Pairings: Logan/Alec/,Max Rating: PG 13 Word Count: UNK Disclaimer: Not mine, no $ made A/N: WIP! Drabble! Plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone Summary: Tony's past meets Logan's present.

Words: 376, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: NCIS, Dark Angel (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Logan Cale | Eyes Only, Alec McDowell | X5-494, Max Guevara | X5-452, Tony DiNozzo

Relationships: Logan Cale | Eyes Only/Max Guevara | X5-452/Alec McDowell | X5-494

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Future Fic, Crossover

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