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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 2 years

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I posted 2,655 times in 2022

That's 2,655 more posts than 2021!

88 posts created (3%)

2,567 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 971 of my posts in 2022

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#to be read list - 208 posts

#destiel - 205 posts

#spn - 200 posts

#castiel - 186 posts

#sam winchester - 140 posts

#deancas - 125 posts

#jib12 - 106 posts

#jensen ackles - 88 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#disguising trash quality screencaps with the plastic wrap filter to try to make them look 'storybook' instead of just grainy? it's what i do

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Imagine waking up in the middle of the night to find Dean with his arm wrapped around you. A welcoming surprising pleasure that leaves you curious. You wonder why he is even here. You didn’t go to bed with him in your bed.

Shrugging, you’re taking advantage of the situation and turn into him to snuggle. He quietly groans and lays on his back dragging you on to his chest, partially. Smiling, you place your hands on his chest and turn your head on its side to listen to his heartbeat. Closing your eyes, you sigh contently and rub your face on his chest loving his natural smell. His other hand rubs your back which causes you to tense and confuse you.

Did he wake up? You lift your head and look at him, despite the darkness, the little bit of light from the hallway peaks through from under the door.

“Are you awake?” You whisper.

A sudden chuckle is felt then heard. “Yes,” he whisper back in a deep and sleepy voice.

“Did I wake you?”

“I’m a light sleeper. Everything wakes me.”

“Is this ok?” You ask, suddenly wondering if you remaining on his chest is ok or not.

You can hear the smile on his face as he says, “Yes.”

You lay your head back down.

Dean continues rubbing your back with one hand and having his other arm across your lower back.

I could get used this, you think to yourself.

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Day 15: Laugh(ter)

Jared walks on to set and sees Jensen just laugh-hissing. He looks around for Misha. Jensen only laughs like this when Misha tells a (dad) joke or story.

A few scenes later, Jared cannot help but point out…

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45 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

Hi, dear!

First of all, happy birthday again! 🥳 Hope you're having a great day 🤗

Second, for your birthday challenge, I chose the characters Reader and Dean Winchester, and prompts 25, 30 and 44.

Can't wait to read what you'll come up with 😁

❤

Thanks for the request! You’re the third one! Yay!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompts:

25. Do you want me to stop?

30. If something were to happen to you… I don’t think I could take it

44. I might have slept with your robe while you were gone (Sorry!)

Magic dust

WC: ~3K

Warning: fluff. Smut. NSFW. 18+

Author Note: I chose to make them: Plus Size!F!Reader. I hope that is ok? Third one! Yay! I hope you like it. Tenses charged are an issue. Enjoy!

Author Note #2: I apologize. It’s supposed to be a drabble and went much longer. I wasn’t able to get the third one in but when I have more time, might see about doing a part 2. This was fun!

Y/N knew the brothers first by reputation then introduced by Bobby a few years back when she ran into a pair of lamias. The hunt ended well and Y/N enjoyed the craziness of the case with them as they did with her, so they have remained in contact since.

It had been months since Y/N and the Winchesters had hunted together. She had picked up a weird case in a typical suburban area that she couldn’t put her finger on, so she gave up after two weeks and called them for help.

They drove in and met at her hotel room. When they came up to the third floor and knocked, having seen your old Ford Escape was there, but Y/N didn’t answer. They exchanged a look between them and Dean pounded on the door as Sam called you. Still silent except for your ringtone coming from inside the room—one that Dean had recommended for their ringtone of Metallica he liked. Dean moved to the side and drew his gun as Sam backed up doing the same and then kicked the door in.

Y/N laid across the closest queen size bed to the door. A small open box fell on to the bed next to her. Dean ran up to and kept beside her to check her pulse, “She good.” Sam with his gun at the ready checked the small hotel room, “All clear.” He went and closed the door while Dean checked her out.

She was in a pale pink tank top and blue jeans tucked into calf-high black boots. Sam quickly searched in the closet and under the bed and drawers, “Dean.” A hex bag in his hand and anger began to cross his features. He opened and tore up the bag then trashed it.

Dean looked very confused at the bag then at Sam and motioned for him to look at her, “Y/N has pink stuff on her.”

Sam looked at him, “What?” He leaned over her and looked carefully, a fine pink powder dusted much of her face and neck. He saw a pen on the nightstand and took it using it like a stick to turn the box upright. “Whatever it is, it was in the box,” Sam stated.

Dean glanced at the box then back to Y/N. “Maybe after cleaning it off, she’ll wake up?” Dean questioned out loud and moved to the bathroom before Sam could reply to get a wet washcloth. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth and a dry one and started gently to wipe her face and neck off.

Y/N began to stir, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and with a quietly sleepy voice she said , “Stop” as she tried to move her face from the washcloth. She attempted to lift her hands but struggled. Dean smirked at her reaction thinking it was cute. “You got whammied, Y/N.” He said as he wiped where he had removed the powder with the dry washcloth. Her eyes fluttered for a few seconds. When she finally opened her eyes and saw Dean’s face, she smiled brightly at him, “Hey.”

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I saw this gif and saved it but can’t find the damned post again. Someone explain this to me?

Jensen is like ya and wanna kiss, then Misha is like oh me too and Ruth is like haha; caught that.

When and where was this? Is there a clearer gif or video?

This is the first time I’d actually believe cockles being potentially real.

104 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

👆This looks just like this 👇

And I just learned this is the straddlegate hashtag that I’ve periodically see .

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valiantkingdomkitty-blog · 7 years

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Not A Bad Way - Dean x Reader

Written For: Impala Dreamers One Prompt For All Dean Challenge

Prompt: If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to kill me

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Warnings: smut and language

Summary: Dean and Reader go on their honeymoon pure smut no real plot.

Dean peppered kisses down her neck until finding her pulse point and sucking a mark next to the one he’d made the last time. Y/n dug her nails into his back as her orgasm ripped through her “Dean yes, oh fuck” she screamed. Dean kept thrusting into her until he met his own release and he rolled onto the bed. “That was amazing Mr. Winchester” she said, “yes it was Mrs. Winchester, so were the two times before that” Dean said. She had her head on his chest thirty minutes later Dean pressed a kiss to her lips. As soon as their lips touched Dean’s cock was hard and pressing into her thigh. Y/n rolled onto her back spreading her legs around her husband. Dean slid his cock into her wet pussy taking his cock like it was made for him. Y/n moaned into his mouth as they kissed passionately. He gave her time to adjust to his large cock filling her, his hands massaged her breasts tweaking her nipples with his his fingers. Y/n thrust her hips up signaling him to move, he slowly thrust into her. Y/n ran her hands over his muscular chest and stomach and up to his back. He kept thrusting into her setting a moderate pace his mouth not once leaving hers. Her pussy clenched around his cock her orgasm shooting through her. Y/n scratched her nails down his back, Dean broke the kiss to hear her scream his name. “Dean yes, oh fuck yes” Y/n screamed, he thrust her through her orgasm right into his own climax. Dean shot his hot seed deep inside her before collapsing on the bed. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to kill me” Dean said. “Not A Bad a die though right” Y/n said, “fuck I love you” Dean said, “I love you too Dean” Y/n said. “So you think we should leave the room tomorrow, we are in Hawaii” Dean said. “Maybe. This is is our honeymoon we’re supposed to stay in bed” Y/n said.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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In the Impala

Summary: Y/N remembers Dean and the Impala through the years

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Implied smut. Kissing. First kisses.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 499

A/N: This fic is being written for @impala-dreamer 's Drabble Challenge. I selected the prompt, In the Impala. Hope you enjoy! 💓

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

My heart was lost and found in the Impala.

When we were kids and our Dads would hunt together, the three of us would often get dropped off someplace, and I remember being crowded in the backseat, squished up between Dean and Sam, a buffer for their bickering.

I remember being taken for ice creams as a treat when Dad and John came home safe, and found that we'd all behaved ourselves and were in one piece.

We got to drive fast down the highway with the windows rolled all the way down, wind whipping my hair across my cheeks, and into my sticky, melting ice cream.

I think I fell in love with Dean that afternoon when I was twelve. He was thirteen and beautiful, all glittering green eyes, tan skin, and a white smile that flashed wide as he laughed at me and the sticky mess on my cheeks.

When I was fifteen, he showed up at my motel room one night, all alone in the Impala. I was alone too and he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I didn't hesitate for a moment.

There was something chasing him that night, some fear or horror that he needed to bolt from, and I wanted to run with him.

He sang along loudly to AC/DC on the radio. I didn't know the words, and Dean wasn't a good singer, but it was the best music I'd ever heard; it sounded like freedom and speed and dangerous things that gave me butterflies, just like the boy driving next to me.

Dean gave me my first kiss that night, reclining on the cold metal hood of the Impala. I cuddled close to him, pretending a chill and hoping he'd take the hint. He did, and the chills became real as he pressed his soft, closed lips to mine.

It made my cheeks flush and my mouth get warm and tingly, and when Dean pressed his tongue tentatively to my lips, I opened gladly for him and felt a new and unfamiliar heat start to build in the center of me as he trailed the tip of his tongue along the roof of my mouth.

Our first hunt together when I was eighteen years old, ended with us in the back seat, making love for the first time. It was crowded and awkward, a lot of bumped heads, pretzeled limbs and laughter. But alongside that was heat and desperation, young, boundless passion, and Dean's gentle hands, bloody, bruised and callused, discovering just how I wanted to be touched.

My heart was lost to Dean Winchester in the Impala, and tonight it was found again as I pushed our first child out of my body and into the world, with the scent of leather and car wax to welcome her and Metallica singing her first lullaby as Dean put her in my arms and then wrapped me up in his.

We were home safe, in the Impala.

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deeranger · 2 years

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Armed & Dangerous

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester

Warnings: Gun!kink, gunplay, established Wincest, mild violence, hints of dubcon but it’s totally consensual, questionable ways of resolving pent-up frustration, no actual sex

Word count: 500 exactly

Summary: Dean is cleaning his gun when Sam’s attitude finally makes him snap... But it doesn’t at all go the way he expects. And he’s about to discover something new about his little brother.

A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer‘s drabble challenge. I picked SPN and the prompt “weapons”. And hey, this time I actually managed to keep the WC at “only” 500!? *Gasp* Also, there’s a Part 2!

The white cloth drags over the barrel of the Colt handgun, wiping at the oil residue and specks of dirt staining it. Sam’s eyes are following every move of Dean’s capable hands as he cleans his gun, brows furrowed in concentration. Sitting on one of the beds in the motel room, Dean shoots Sam a brief glance when silence seems to drag out a little longer than usual. Sure, they’ve been butting heads a lot lately, but usually that doesn’t equal any of them being silent. Not like this, anyway.

“What?” Dean says, lifting his gaze for half a second to eye his little brother up and down.

“Nothing,” Sam just says. His voice sounds a little strained, a little tight in his throat. Clearly, he’s lying.

Puzzled and suddenly annoyed, Dean fixes his gaze on him again:

“Seriously, dude, what’s your problem?” he spits and tosses the oily rag at the floor at Sam’s feet. And that’s it. All of the pent-up frustration they’ve both been bottling up comes pouring right out, all puffed-up chests and clenched fists. But Sam doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even retaliate when Dean smacks him against the wall, back first. The almost-clean gun is still in Dean’s hand, poking at the wallpaper when he slams his forearm across Sam’s throat:

“You know, I’ve just about had it with you!” Dean snarls, fed-up with his brother’s constant brooding and bitchy attitude. He expects Sam to cock back his fist and deliver a punch, expects him to start fighting. But instead, all he gets is heavy breathing and… And why are Sam’s pupils suddenly blown huge like this?

“Wha…?” Dean begins, but immediately trails off when he notices the unmistakable hardness tenting his brother’s jeans.

“What the hell, Sam?” he says, pulling back a little. As he does, the gun lightly brushes against a tense shoulder, the barrel slipping across Sam’s flannel shirt as Dean lets his arm fall back down.

His little brother’s reaction is instant: A thin noise escapes him, a guttural sort of whine that hitches in his throat. Oh... So, that’s what this is? Incredulous, Dean feels his own throat go tight, his breathing suddenly speeding up. Well, this is new.

“You like this, huh?” he hears himself rasp just as he presses the muzzle of the gun against Sam’s throat. There’s a gasp, a tiny flinch – and definitely a roll of his little brother’s hips.

“Jesus…” Dean says under his breath, pulse skyrocketing. And then he lets the gun trail along Sam’s jawline, cool metal grazing stubble and feverishly hot skin. As he drags the barrel across a slightly quivering bottom lip, a pink tongue darts out to lick at the weapon. Dean feels like he’s just been punched in the gut - yet, his dick practically jumps.

“Open your mouth…”

Sam downright whimpers. Still, his lips part in an open invitation.

“Want you to clean it for me,” Dean whispers and slides the gun’s barrel into his brother’s mouth.

#wincest #gunplay #SPN #fanfiction #spn fanfiction #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #dee writes #drabble challenge #500 words #Sam is a kinky lil shit

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67midnightwriter · 2 years

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This is for @impala-dreamer ‘s drabble challenge. Again. 😂 this is my original prompt, AND I was able to keep it under 500 words this time.

Prompt: super angst

W/C: 400 exactly.

Dean, Cas

Warnings: it’s real angsty y’all

Fire and Ice

Dean had imagined this scenario a thousand times before, watched it play out behind closed eyes, ached for its tangibility for years, but reality was better than anything his mind could fathom.

It felt like kissing a thunderstorm, lightning and fury bottled up inside a trench coat, a force of nature that could obliterate him without breaking a sweat. The anticipation of rejection loomed on the horizon, but never came. Dean opened his eyes, forest burning into sky, and found only confusion.

“Dean?” A million unspoken questions weighed down the single syllable of his name.

“I want this Cas.”

“But I’m not-”

“I don’t care. I don’t care about your vessel, I don’t care what other people might think. I’ve spent my entire life denying myself happiness because of stupid expectations that don’t fucking matter in the end. I want this, I want you, if you’ll have me.”

“Dean.” Castiel reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of his head, tangling fingers in his short hair as he pulled him closer, lips brushing against Dean’s as he spoke. “I will always have you.”

His touch was fire, fingertips embers that felt as though they were igniting his skin, burning his soul wherever they landed. Dean drank in every moan, every scrape of teeth against his flesh, desperate to shed all of his clothes and let Cas consume him from the inside out.

Dean woke with a start, jerking awake with a gasp. He was surrounded by darkness, his weary body cradled by the soft memory foam mattress. Without thinking he reached over to the other side of the bed, reaching for Cas, for comfort. The icy sheets slammed him back into full consciousness as reality came flooding back.

Cas was gone. It would never not be a dream. Somewhere Cas was floating in the same inky abyss, if there was anything left to call Cas at all. Suddenly the darkness was crushing, the silence filling the room sharp. Dean curled into himself, trying desperately to hold himself together, to squeeze out the hole inside that would always be cold and empty, never again lit by blue eyes and a healing touch.

As tears burned tracks down his cheeks, Dean’s mind replayed one phrase, one he would never get the chance to answer, one that haunted him, the one regret he would give anything to fix; “I love you.”

#dean angst #Dean Winchester #spn fan fiction #spn fan fic #angst

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deanwinchesterswitch · 3 years

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Weekly Fic Recs

Lots of humor this week. Of course, there is still a healthy dose of the smut-filled fics that I adore reading.

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors and heed the warnings for each fic.

All fics are from the SPN fandom unless otherwise noted.

-Drabbles-

Honey, I'm Home ~ @deanwanddamons. Author's Summary: Dean returns from a hunt and he is hungry.

Tell Me About... ~ @impala-dreamer. No Summaries. This One, This One, This One, and This One

Sit Still ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author's Summary: None

This Hero Does ~ @wonder-cole. Author's Summary: Jensen has a surprise for his girlfriend.

The Perfect Arrangement ~ @peridottea91. Author's Summary: None

Come Closer ~ @waywardbaby. Author's Summary: You will always do whatever you have to in order to get what you want.

Push Your Luck ~ @cockslut-padalecki. Author's Summary: None. Eleven sentence challenge prompt.

-Ficlet-

The Release ~ @covered-byroses. Author's Summary: You were supposed to be watching him, not setting him free.

-One-shots-

Kiss the Cook ~ @muffinbeliever. Author's Summary: College!AU– The reader and Sam Winchester met during their first year at Stanford. She has a flirtationship with his older brother, Dean Winchester, but according to Sam, Dean isn’t the relationship type. Can the reader and Dean figure this out? Or will the reader be left heartbroken by the green-eyed man?

-Series Chapters-

A Little Crush-Chapter 4 ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author's Summary: Rule #1 — Do not fall for your client. It sounds so easy, right? When Y/N made up the rule, she never accounted for the day that she’ll meet her teenage celebrity crush, and she has certainly never anticipated that they’ll become such close friends. No matter how much she wants to deny it, she quickly falls head over fucking heels for Dean Winchester.

Home to You-Twenty-Three and Twenty-Four ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author's Summary: Dean enlisted in the hopes to help secure enough money for Sam to be able to go to college. Of course he didn’t tell Sam. Why would he? Sam would understand, right? Turns out, Sam didn’t get it, and is giving Dean the silent treatment for over a year. In Dean’s desperation to reconnect with Sam, Dean reaches out to his brother’s best friend. Little does he know that the hurricane named Y/N will turn out to be the reason he wants to stay alive and go back home for.

#weekly fic recs #fabulous writers #fic rec #091921

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mummybear · 4 years

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Have You Got A Minute?

Words: 1006

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Swearing, think that’s it :)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Mentions of Sam Winchester

Summary: You and Dean hadn’t been intimate in a long time thanks to hunting, however one day of research becomes too much.

A/N: This is for the lovely @ne-gans Seven Deadly sins challenge, my prompt was lust. Hope you like it my lovely! :) And thank you to @negans-lucille-tblr for being my beta :)

Ko-Fi - (HERE) :)

It had been a whole month since you and Dean had been intimate, not through choice, there had been no time. You look up at him, sitting at the other end of the room. He doesn’t even need to try, he’s flawless in your eyes. You miss having his big hands on you, his lips against yours, you miss the burn that his stubble left behind after he’d been between your legs, as he brought you to the edge again and again.

You bite into your bottom lip when he looks up, you feel your thighs clench together with the way he looks at you, that devilish smirk on his plump lips. You can’t take it anymore, there’s so much sexual tension between the two of you and this research has been going on for hours, you want him so fucking bad. You make sure Sam’s looking away and stand quietly, curling your fingers at Dean. You turn quickly and put an extra sway in your hips as you walk towards the bathroom.

You leave the door cracked open and quickly pull off your clothes, leaving yourself completely naked and jump up onto the counter. Watching as the door opens slowly, your heart thudding in your chest.

“Hey baby, you got a minute?” you purr seductively as he closes the door. He’s biting back a smile as he lets his eyes wander your body.

“Fuck sweetheart, for you, I’ve got all day.” He growls, stripping off his clothes with impressive speed. He steps towards you in two long strides and moves between your legs.

You shudder as those big hands grip your thighs and he tugs you closer to the edge of the sink.

His lips are crushing against yours before you can speak, and you can already feel the slick starting to gather between your thighs.

“Fuck, I missed you,” you gasp as he pulls away from your lips to let you breathe.

You wrap your legs around his back, feeling his cock nudging at your wet heat, nudging against your sensitive clit as he starts to rock his hips into you.

“Mmmm, missed you too princess.” He winks before ducking his head and sucking one of your hardened nipples between his lips.

You moan loudly and he presses a finger to his smirking lips, you lean back on your hands, keeping your attention on him. He pulls back from your tits with a wet pop and pulls your hips closer to the edge.

“Fuck me, Dean, I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Dean replies breathy and deep as he lines his cock up with your dripping entrance. “Still think you can take my big cock then baby? Been a long time.”

“Why don’t you just fuck me and find out, Winchester,” you challenge him, keeping your eyes locked on his.

He slips the wide head inside and your hands uselessly try and grip the counter.

“So tight baby, shit. Spread your legs for me. Wanna watch that pretty pussy take me.” You do as he asks, bringing your feet up to the edge of the counter the best you can. He slides in slowly, letting you feel every inch of his thick length.

“Didn’t really think about lettin’ me fuck you up here did you, you’re gonna feel me for days, sweetheart,”

Emphasising his point now you’re stuffed full of his cock, he presses against your stomach and you can feel his cock pressing tightly against your walls. When you look down you can see the slight outline of his length.

He pulls back and slowly slides back in. There’s a knock on the door and Dean starts to speed up, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“Dean, stop. S-” You gasp when his hips slam into you and his cock is so deep your eyes roll. You slam a hand over your mouth, just managing to stop the scream.

Dean keeps his voice low as he speaks, “what’s wrong sweetheart, don’t want Sammy knowing how close you are to coming for me? Why don’t you answer him?” Dean smirks, his eyes daring you as he fucks you rough and hard, just like you’d needed. He already has you on the edge of orgasm and, clearly, he knows it.

You shake your head and whimper his name. "I...I can’t,” you just about manage to gasp out behind your hand.

“You can or I stop and come all over that pretty face,” he challenges, his own breathing off now.

You glare at him,and his hips slow as he raises an eyebrow. Swallowing hard, you lick your lips, trying to control your breathing.

“Sorry S-Sam, be right out.” You just about manage and you know how wrecked you sound.

“Umm, okay Y/N.” Sam says before you hear his footsteps fade down the hall.

“Oh fuck,” you all but squeak when he starts rubbing your clit with his free hand.

“See that wasn’t so hard was it? So desperate for my cock, ain’t you sweetheart?”

You nod with your lip between your teeth, letting it go as you toss your head back.

“Gonna come Dean, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You all but scream the last word as your orgasm slams into you.

Your thighs are shaking like crazy as Dean continues to fuck you through your high, your pussy pulsing repeatedly as he chases his own. “That’s my girl, fuck, I love how much you scream for me.” Dean grunts, his hips stuttering and you watch his hands white knuckling the counter.

He pulls you against his chest, face buried in your neck, sucking at your skin. Another rough thrust up into you and Dean falls apart, some of his release leaking down your thigh.

You're both panting hard when he pulls out and kisses you passionately, “I really needed that baby, thank you.”

He’s grinning at you like a child at Christmas and you can’t help but grin back, feeling yourself fall more in love with him if possible.

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carryonmywaywardcaptain · 4 years

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A Supernaturally Marvelous Fic Challenge

Calling all Supernatural and Marvel fanfic writers!

I don’t know about y’all, but writer’s block and lack of motivation have hit me harder than ever this year. It’s no secret that 2020 has been a giant crap show for a lot of people, but our precious fics and fandoms can be such a great escape from it all. In an attempt to spread some inspiration and feel good vibes, I wanted to make my follower celebration something that might help both writers and readers.

Below you’ll find all sorts of prompts (dialogue, songs, AUs, etc.) because you never know what might inspire you. Since we’ve all had a tough year, there’s a catch! You’ve got to give it a happy ending.

Make it fun. Make it sassy. Make it steamy. But for the love of ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY please wrap it up nicely with good things and a “fluffy” bow. Cool? Cool.

Now, on to the rest:

This is my follower celebration for both blogs, so please consider following @carryonmywaywardcaptain, @carryoncaptainrogers, or both!

As you may have guessed from the title, prompts can be written for Supernatural or Marvel (extra love and virtual hugs if you choose to write about Dean Winchester or Steve Rogers because they are the loves of my life. But there’s still plenty of love for the rest of the Avengers & TFW!)

Angst, smut, crack, and fluff are all welcome, but remember to give it a fluffy/positive ending and tag the warnings accordingly (Please steer clear of smut if you’re under 18. Stay young and innocent, babes.)

No limit to how many people sign up for each prompt. Feel free to combine prompts or even combine fandoms in a crossover! Whatever gets your creative juices flowing.

Send an ask with the prompt you want to do and the pairing you’re planning to write (life gets busy, so I’ll do a reminder post before the deadline if it’s helpful for you!). Reader inserts or OCs are both fine.

Tag me in the A/N and use the hashtag #supernaturally marvelous fic challenge by December 20th January 31st. If you’re garbage at deadlines like me, I’m super flexible and won’t hold it against you if you get it done later! I’ll reblog SPN fics on this blog and Marvel pairings over on @carryoncaptainrogers so your fics are seen by the fans who need them most :)

Got another idea you want to write and/or read about? Shoot me an ask and maybe I can add it to the mix!

Make sure to check back once in a while in case more prompts are suggested and added! Without further ado (oof, this is long!):

Some song ideas:

“Boss’s Daughter”- Pop Evil

“Night Moves”- Bob Seger

“It’s Been a Long, Long Time”- Harry James

“I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)”- yes, from Hercules

“Hold You in My Arms”- Ray Lamontagne

“Better Man”- James Morrison

“Perfect for Me”- Justin Timberlake

“When We Were Young”- Adele

“Holding Out For a Hero”- Ella Mae Bowen’s version

“Come Around”- Papa Roach

“From Eden”- Hozier

“To the Man Who Let Her Go”- Tyler Shaw

“What If I Stay”- Chris Young

“Drift Off to Dream”- Travis Tritt

“Take Your Time”- Sam Hunt

“T-Shirt”- Thomas Rhett

“Not Strong Enough”- Apocalyptica, Brent Smith

“What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”- Lee Ann Womack

“Right Where You Want Me” or “Better With You”- Jesse McCartney (because I love them both and just couldn’t choose lol)

Feel free to suggest songs from the shows/movies! I know the above are random. I tried to have some variety.

AUs, Tropes, etc.:

*gasp* And there was only one bed… (Bed sharing)

Confessing FEELINGS (or “everyone conspiring to make them confess their feelings already”)

Neighbors

At a concert

Fake relationship for some event/case

Royal/Medieval

Soulmates

A/B/O

Friends/Enemies/Strangers to lovers

Comforting the other person

Dialogue prompts:

“I didn’t mean to turn you on.” “Well, it’s a little late for that!”

"Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“Can you please come and get me?”

“Sometimes you can be a real dumbass, you know that?”

“Because I care about you!”

“I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

“Who did this to you?”

“Well...what if I go with you?”

“Give me a chance to change your mind.”

“Plot twist!” “Screaming ‘plot twist’ doesn’t make this suck any less.”

“What did I say?” “You told me to stay out of trouble.” “And what did you do?” “The opposite of that, obviously.”

“You can do so much better than him. I wish there was some way I could make you believe that.”

“Not enough? You’re...everything.”

“Well this was fun... Let’s never do it again.”

“I need you to do something for me. You owe me a no-questions-asked.”

“Don’t look at me like that! You know what it does to me.”

“Wait! Just...take me instead.”

“You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”

“I can’t stay away from you. I’m tired of trying.”

“Have you seen you? You’re like a damn dreamboat.”

Random things my kiddos at school have said:

“Hey Mrs. America! Mrs. Captain America.”

“You know what your problem is? DAT attitude.”

“How did it taste?” “Like disappointment.”

“Do we got a fucking problem?”

“When am I not wearing my sassy pants?”

“Words are hard.”

“I’ve been screaming internally my entire life.”

“Can I jump over the fence?” “No, but thank you for asking.”

“That’s not very cash money of you.” “...I don’t know what that means.” “That’s okay. I just felt like saying it.”

“What do you call a blind dinosaur?” “Dead.” [P.S. the answer is Do-you-think-he-saw-rus]

Shenanigan ideas:

Karaoke night at a bar

Thanksgiving dinner

Christmas lights

Slow dancing

Prank War

Ice skating

Mistletoe

Ugly sweater party

Gift exchange

Creating/sharing holiday traditions

Please reblog or tag your favs who might be looking for a little extra inspiration!

CarryOnCap Crew (Forevers):

@abswritesfandoms @amanda-teaches @cosicas-cuquis @crist1216 @droidyouseek @emoryhemsworth @ericaprice2008 @flawless-disaster @janeyboo @jenn0755 @ksgeekgirl @maresmiley @memyselfandmaddox @notyourtypicalrose @randomparanoid @rynabarnesrogers @sandlee44 @scarletsoldierrr @shann-the-artist-moon @sheerioasteroidpanda @shynara51 @someday-when-you-leave-me @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @thisismysecrethappyplace @torntaltos @waywardbaby @waywardrose13 @weebid @whimsicalrobots @wintersoldierbaby @wintersoldierissucharide @yesfanficsaremylife

Cap’s Marvel Crew:

@amoonagedaydreamer @bangtan-serendipity @bubbabarnes @lilacs-with-lavender @msgreenverse @nomadstevergxrs @palaiasaurus64 @scarlettsoldier @selina-kyle89 @smokeandnailz @troublermalik @twittytelly @valkirsif

Cap’s SPN Crew:

@adoptdontshoppets @akshi8278 @alexwinchester23 @bi-danvers0 @deangirl7695 @dean-winchesters-bacon @fandomoniumflurry @pisces-cutie @supernaturalenchanted @superromijn @waywardnerd67 @x-waywardaf-x

Other amazing writers came to mind in case you’re interested in participating, feeling inspired to bless us with more of your beautiful work, or wouldn’t mind reblogging/tagging other writers (Please forgive me for spamming you!):

@luci-in-trenchcoats @supernatural-jackles @evansrogerskitten @cajunquandary @after-avenging-hours @fvckingavengers @mywritingsblog @bitsandbobsandstuff @prettyyoungtragedy @kittenofdoomage @angelkurenai @impala-dreamer @redgillan @gaybybirth @invisibleanonymousmonsters @221bshrlocked @sgtjbuccky @captainrogerss @katymacsupernatural @buckyofthemyscira @captain-rogers-beard-mainblog @dancingalone21 @atc74 @smol-and-grumpy @hannahindie @kdfrqqg @sis-tafics @idreamofplaid @deanssweetheart23 @because-imma-lady-assface @covered-byroses @captain-kelli @heli0s-writes @deanwinchesterswitch @roonyxx @jay-and-dean @ladywinchester1967 @spnfanficpond

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there-must-be-a-lock · 5 years

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Coming Home

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4980

Warnings: Smut. Relatively vanilla, but decidedly explicit.

A/N: For @impala-dreamer and the “Make Me Feel It” challenge. My prompt was “The Story,” by Brandi Carlile. To me, that song feels like letting your guard down and trusting someone to see you at your worst.

Major thanks to @fangirlxwritesx67 and @stunudo for the read-throughs and suggestions, and to @justcallmeasmodeus @thoughtslikeaminefield and @cracksinthewalls for listening to me grumble about this monster all day.

October, 2006

Dean can’t sleep, and what-fucking-else is new? Not like he was Sleeping Beauty to begin with, but it’s harder since Dad died. He tosses and turns on the lumpy motel mattress, listening to Sammy’s snores. His muscles ache and his eyes itch and he can’t stop clenching his jaw. It’s been a couple days since he’s managed more than a catnap at a rest stop.

If he pauses for too long, if he lets himself rest, the grief catches up and chokes him. Dean’s fine, or he will be. He just has to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

He gives up around 4am, leaves Sammy a note and trudges down the block to the all-night diner.

Left foot, right foot. Don’t look back. Don’t stop.

All the diners are starting to look alike. On good days, the familiarity is comforting. Today it just feels surreal, like he keeps driving and driving and never really gets anywhere, and the grey fluorescent lights make his vision skip and skitter strangely.

There’s one other guy at a table in the corner, a trucker nursing a cup of coffee; otherwise it’s empty apart from the waitress wiping down glasses at the other end of the counter. He blinks away the disorientation and sits down heavily on one of the cracked vinyl stools.

She sets down her rag and comes over, smiling, and it cuts through the grey and the cold and warms him from the inside.

He orders a coffee and a slice of pie, and he starts eating without really tasting anything. He feels fucking cold, like he brought October into the diner with him.

He watches the waitress tidying up, rolling silverware, cleaning the counter… Dean catches himself staring at her hips, the way she shifts her weight as she stands.

Maybe it’s the way she moves that’s got him distracted, maybe it’s just sleeplessness making his vision blur, but one way or another he misses his mouth entirely when he goes to take a sip of coffee. Blistering-hot liquid sloshes over his hand, and he promptly drops the mug. It shatters at his feet.

He looks down numbly at the splintered pieces as the puddle begins to spread. She’s there with a towel before he can really register what happened.

“Jesus,” Dean spits, finally snapping back into his body. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

She just gives him a little half-smile and shrugs, and Dean slides off the stool to get out of her way. He tiptoes gingerly around the mess and grabs a handful of napkins to get the worst of the coffee off his lap. His cheeks are burning with embarrassment.

When she’s done, Dean perches back on his stool to shovel down the last few bites, ready to get the hell of her way, but she sets a fresh cup in front of him.

“Thanks,” he says automatically.

She quirks her lips in a tiny smile, and fuck, she’s cute. Dean tries to muster up his most charming grin, but it feels stiff and twisted on his face.

“Long day?” she asks softly. She’s watching him with her head tilted to the side like she actually wants to hear about it.

“I’m fine,” he replies. Smile, shrug, don’t think.

She looks tired, too. She’s got dark circles under her eyes to match Dean’s, but there’s something sweet and open in her expression that makes him feel comfortable, somehow. Something about her is warm, and Dean’s first instinct is to hold out his hands like he’s thawing them over a fire.

Her smile isn’t pitying, just empathetic, a sort of bone-weary been there, done that look.

“My dad died,” Dean blurts out.

He wasn’t planning on telling her that. It’s the first time he’s said the words quite so bluntly, let alone to a stranger. He’s not that guy, he doesn’t go around dumping his problems on other people, but… he looks up, meets her eyes. His chest hurts.

“I’m fine,” he insists.

Fine. Smile, shrug, don’t think. You’re fine.

Dean heaves in a breath. His ribs are being squeezed by some cold iron grip, and his throat is tight.

She reaches out across the counter and puts her hand over his, and she gives it a tiny, gentle squeeze.

“You will be,” she offers.

He’s not that guy, he’s just not, and the ache in his chest is this massive unbearable thing that’s about to split him open, and the longer she looks at him with that warmth, the harder it gets to hold himself together. And he needs to hold himself together. If he lets go, even just a little, he’s going to fucking drown.

Dean yanks his hand back like he’s been burned.

“Sorry,” she says. Her eyes look sad, but she’s giving him a tiny smile, like she understands.

“I gotta -” he chokes out, and he stumbles as he gets off the stool. He throws some bills on the table without really looking, and he turns to go.

Left foot, right foot.

He doesn’t look back.

***

March, 2008

“Fuck, Dean, just take this exit,” Sam says. He’s got that bite in his voice again.

“I’m fine,” Dean says. He burps and puts the cap back on the flask one-handed. He gets in the right lane, though. Time for food.

Signal. Turn. Brake.

Time’s passing strangely. He blinks and there’s another day gone. He hasn’t got that many days left. If he closes his eyes for long they’ll disappear.

He pulls into the parking lot of an all-night diner. Sammy jumps out and slams the door before Dean can even cut the engine, like a petulant fuckin’ kid.

Dean shivers, goosebumps running down his neck. He takes one quick slug from the flask, then another, trying to shake off the chills, before he follows Sam inside.

He hasn’t been sleeping. Better ways to spend his last weeks. He’s crystal-clear, though. He’s fine. Everything is bright and sharp and hard-edged around him. The whiskey just warms him up a little.

“Ordered you a burger,” Sam mumbles, when Dean sits down next to him. “To go, so we can get to a fucking motel.”

“Told you, Sammy, I’m fine,” Dean says breezily, and asks the waitress as she passes, “Could I get a coffee, when you get a sec?”

He ignores Sam’s glare.

The waitress comes over, and Dean gets a quick impression of a soft smile and curious eyes as she passes him a steaming mug. He takes a greedy sip and burns his tongue.

“Hot coffee,” he says hastily, setting the mug down to blow on it, and then he delivers the line with an almost automatic grin. “You know what else is hot?”

“Come on,” Sam mutters.

Dean finishes with a wink: “You.”

“You’re not gonna spill on me again, are you?” she smirks.

He looks up at her, really looks. Something about her smile says come inside, stay a while, like stepping in from the cold to the golden flicker of firelight.

“I remember you,” she says. “You were having a rough night.”

“Oh,” Dean says. “Oh.”

He stares as she introduces herself. It feels so far away, now. Feels like he’s lived a few lifetimes since then, but he hasn’t, not really; he won’t even have a chance to live this lifetime.

He shudders and wishes he’d brought his flask inside.

“Sorry,” she says, “Not a good memory to look back at, I guess.”

He shakes his head.

“No, I’m fine, just… took me a second,” he says, and recovers, pasting on a bright smile. “Don’t know how I could forget such a pretty face.”

Sam makes an exasperated noise next to him.

“Smooth,” she says dryly. “What’s your name, butterfingers?”

“Dean.”

“Well, Dean, if you make a mess again because you’re too busy flirting to remember where your mouth is, you can clean it up yourself this time. Okay?”

The words are light and teasing, but her smile looks like an apology, like she knows all too well how hard it is to look back sometimes.

“How ‘bout you let me make it up to you?” Dean offers. “Let me buy you a drink when you’re done here.”

She’s eyeing him up and down, and Dean flashes his most winning smile, even though he has a sudden inexplicable urge to hide his face. There’s a bell from the kitchen window and she turns without answering. Dean’s pretty sure he just struck out, and he’s more bothered by it than he’d like to admit, but then she’s back.

“Yeah, okay,” she says casually, handing over a couple takeout containers. “I’ll be done in fifteen.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Sam grumbles, as he counts out bills.

“Hey, you get your wish,” Dean says, grinning. “You get to sleep in a bed tonight. Motel’s right up the road, if I’m remembering right.”

“Yeah. Great.”

She’s talking to the cook, hands on her hips, and Dean catches a string of profanities. He smiles to himself and shakes his head, trying not to stare.

“I’ll meet you out front,” he says. She gives him a little wave, and he almost trips over his feet on his way to the door.

Sam shoulders his bag, jaw set, eyes tired.

“I can drive you,” Dean offers, guilt slithering through his stomach, but Sam shakes his head.

“I’ll walk. I can see the sign from here.”

“I just - I wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway.”

“Yeah. I won’t wait up.”

Sam turns to go, and Dean feels panicked, for a second. He’s going to blink and lose another day. He’s spent too many days sniping and snapping and being a shitty fucking brother.

“Sammy,” he says, and Sam looks back, tight-lipped. “Thanks.”

Sam’s expression falters, the bitter mask falling away and leaving sadness in its place.

“It’s okay, Dean, I get it,” he says, so quietly it’s almost lost to the wind.

Dean doesn’t watch him go. He gets in the car and fishes his flask out of the glove compartment. Then he leans against the hood of the car and eats his burger.

Chew, swallow. Don’t think about it.

He sees her through the window, coming out from behind the counter. Dean sets the takeout container on the hood and gets to the front door just in time to open it for her.

“So, where to?” he asks.

“Not sure,” she says softly, looking down at her feet and fidgeting with the strap of her purse.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Dean snorts. “I’ve told that one a few times myself.”

She rolls her eyes and laughs, sheepish. “Yeah, okay. I… I don’t usually do this.”

“Hey, no pressure,” Dean says. He holds his hands up and takes a step back. “If you say the word I’ll leave right now, no harm done. Okay?”

She’s evaluating him, and it feels like an x-ray, the way she stares. He can see the moment she makes a decision.

“I’ve got drinks back at my place,” she says, and adds sharply, “I’ve also got mace, so… don’t get any ideas.”

It’s oddly endearing, for a threat.

Her place is a tiny, cluttered studio apartment in a not-great part of town. When she opens the fridge, he sees a mess of takeout containers and bottles.

“Beer, tequila, whiskey…”

“Whiskey’s good.”

He looks around and realizes there’s nowhere to sit. There’s a single stool at the kitchen table, and an armchair in front of the coffee table; the only place big enough for two people is the bed. He looks at her, and she’s blushing, like she just had the same realization.

“Shit, sorry, this is weird,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I don’t - I’m in a really fucking strange place in my life. Everything is… temporary, I guess.”

“You and me both,” Dean mutters. He sits down on the floor, in front of the coffee table. She gives him a grateful little half-smile and hands him a glass.

“Tell me about it?” She settles on the floor too, cross-legged, rolling her glass between her palms like someone who’s very used to holding a drink.

They skip all the small talk, the flirtation and the easy questions, and they dive right into the things that Dean fucking hates talking about. Somehow he doesn’t mind.

This was supposed to be a simple pickup, one fun night, a distraction, and instead he’s sitting on this chick’s floor asking about her childhood, finding that he actually cares about the answers… this isn’t like any one-night stand he’s ever had. It’s so much more intimate than that.

The rules are different, with her. He doesn’t have to pretend to be fine. She doesn’t seem to pity him, when he talks about some of the fucked-up things in his life. She just accepts it. She accepts him.

He’s not sure how long it’s been, when he finishes his third drink, but he’s starting to go hoarse. She doesn’t ask if he wants another, just takes the empty glass out of his hand. Her knee pops audibly when she gets up, and they both laugh.

“I’m too old to be sitting on the floor, I think,” she says, heading to the fridge. “If I say we should relocate to the bed, are you going to take it as a come-on?”

He smiles up at her, exhaustion and whiskey making his vision blurry around the edges. “Only if you want me to.”

“Jury’s still out.” She looks down, cheeks flushed like that’s not entirely true. “But I think for the sake of my fuckin’ kneecaps… make yourself comfortable.”

He does. He sits back against the pillows, sinking into them. She comes over and passes him a drink, and he looks up at her, feeling oddly vulnerable stretched out on her bed like this.

“Be right back,” she whispers, and sets her own glass on the nightstand before she heads for the bathroom.

Dean closes his eyes, thinking, just for a second.

He wakes all at once. There’s bright gold sunlight streaming through the windows and a quilt on top of him. She’s curled into his chest, nose brushing his collarbone where his henley is unbuttoned. His hand is resting on the curve of her waist, tucked under her thin shirt. She’s just starting to stir; she shifts, settles closer, and he feels her lips on his throat.

Dean can’t remember the last time he felt this rested, or this warm.

He can’t remember the last time he wanted to stay somewhere. He wants to stay right here in this moment, taking in the tickle of her breath on his neck, the cheap pillowcase under his cheek, the sound of a siren in the distance.

She pulls back slowly, sleepy-eyed. Then she smiles. It feels like coming home.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he remembers who he is. He remembers that this isn’t his life.

He digs the phone out of his phone and snaps it open long enough to growl, “Be there soon.”

She’s still smiling, but her eyes are sad. Dean wants to stay, more than he’s wanted anything in a long time, and that’s why he makes himself pull away. If he lets himself have this, even for a morning… if this was his life? He’s not sure he could let himself be dragged away from it, hellhounds or no.

She takes the phone out of his hand and enters her number, “Just in case you’re ever passing through.”

“I doubt it’ll happen,” he says roughly. “But… if I’m passing through.”

Stand up. Deep breath.

He feels cold, the warmth leaching from his bones already.

This isn’t your home.

He doesn’t have a home. Now he never will.

She walks him to the door and he hugs her, barely feeling it, barely noticing the feather-light kiss she presses to his cheek.

“You okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine,” he says, and he turns to go.

Right foot, left foot. Don’t look back.

***

October 2008

If Dean doesn’t get out of this fucking motel, he might lose his fucking mind.

He paces the bathroom, back and forth, feeling brittle and edgy and hollowed-out. One more nightmare, one more argument, and he might snap. He’s sick of Sammy’s fucking face, and looking at his own in the mirror is even worse.

He sees hell whenever he closes his eyes.

He dials her number before he can talk himself out of it, and she picks up on the second ring.

“Hey,” he says hoarsely. “I don’t - I mean, I ended up coming through after all. I don’t know if you remember me, but… this is Dean.”

“I remember you,” she says. He can hear the warmth in her voice, even through the static.

She texts him the address: new place, same town. He tells Sam not to wait up.

He’s not sure why he’s nervous. He’s not sure what it is about her, but there’s something about this chick that he can’t shake. The important thing is that it’ll be fun. It’ll get his mind off things for a night. He rolls down the window and turns the music up.

Don’t think about it.

When she opens the door, Dean’s heart jumps crazily in his chest.

“So, do you want to go out, or...” Dean starts, as she closes the door behind him.

“Can we just pick up where we left off?” she asks, breathless.

Dean can smell the fresh, sweet scent of her hair. He feels dizzy, hot and cold all over, and when he leans in to kiss her it feels like falling. It’s deep, syrupy-slow, her mouth opening easily under his, intimate and familiar.

She lets out a barely-there whimper, deep in her throat.

“Bed,” he chokes out. He’s not sure he’ll make it that far.

He grabs her again, stumbling, as they practically fall through the bedroom door, and she whirls around to face him with this fiery, blazing look that makes him forget how to fucking walk. Her back hits the wall and he crashes into her. She slips her hands under his shirt and drags her nails down his lower back, and Dean gasps, grinding into her helplessly.

“Please,” he pants. He kisses her neck, bites her jaw, whispers it again: “Please.”

She yanks at the hem of his shirt. He almost rips her tank top. She shoves, sends him stumbling backward, and reaches back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall unceremoniously. Dean takes a step backward, still staring, so the edge of the bed against the back of his knees takes him by surprise. He sits down hard and scrambles back.

She pauses at the foot of the bed, letting him look. He rakes his eyes over smooth curves, speechless, as she unbuttons her jeans and shimmies them down her hips, and she crawls up the bed in nothing but plain black panties.

She straddles him, pushing at his shoulders until he falls back against the mattress. He runs his hands over her, up her sides, trying to memorize the lush pillowy swells and dips of her, the velvety feel of her skin. Her mouth is hungry on his.

She’s moving, slow and snakelike, rolling her torso so that he can feel the slight drag of her hard nipples up his chest, then twisting her hips, rubbing herself against him. It’s almost too much even through his jeans, all this hot rough friction. He grips her hips and rocks up against her, and she lets out a tortured little whine as she breaks away from the kiss.

She gets Dean’s zipper down, tugs, and he lifts his hips obligingly so that she can get his pants off. He kicks at them awkwardly, making a face, and she giggles; it’s a nervous giggle, and it dies in her throat when he rolls on top of her. He pauses with his hands braced on either side of her head, and she stares up at him, cheeks flushed.

“What do you -” he starts, and before he can finish the question, she reaches up and brushes the pad of her thumb over the curve of his lower lip. He flicks his tongue over it and watches her eyelids flutter. He ducks his head to kiss the hollow of her throat, then her collarbone.

“Thought about this,” she says. “I was kicking myself, after. For being too scared to make a move, for -”

She gasps when he slips his hand down the front of her panties, dragging two fingers down through silky-slick heat, running them up again, teasing before he pulls the thin fabric down.

“I was wondering,” he confesses. He hooks his hands under her thighs and holds her in place, and she shudders at the first brush of his tongue.

“I don’t do that - don’t invite strangers over,” she pants. “I don’t trust people, but you - fuck, do that again.”

“Taste so good,” he mumbles. It’s barely audible, the way his face is buried between her legs. She squirms, thighs shaking as he gets his lips around her clit.

The words are rushed, high-pitched, spilling out along with tiny gasps and sharp inhales: “Thought about your mouth, fuck. Thought about this. It was - you do a thing, with your tongue, and - right there, oh, fuck, just - you kept licking your lips, and... Dean. Dean.”

He sneaks a glance up at her. She’s arching her back, fingers twisting in the sheets, saying his name over and over in this broken, reverent voice. Dean feels raw and strange, like he’s the one spread-open and vulnerable here. He squeezes his eyes shut, tries not to think about it.

She practically convulses when he slips two fingers into her, but he’s holding her down with his other hand. He works her with his fingers and sucks in quick little pulses, lost in the way she tastes. She grabs his hair, pulling him down against her, gripping so hard it stings his scalp, and it’s so fucking hot he feels like he could come just from this: her taste on his tongue, her fingers in his hair, her ragged voice as she says his name one more time. She shakes and shudders as she comes.

“Gorgeous,” he can’t help but whisper, pressing a kiss to one of the stretch marks that show like pale tiger stripes on her thighs. The scar tissue doesn’t taste any different than the rest of her skin, but he kisses another to be sure, then drags his mouth up, nipping at the soft skin under her belly-button, licking a drop of sweat from the valley between her breasts.

She’s panting, cheeks stained pink and sheened with sweat, looking up at him with glittering unfocused eyes, and the clench of pure fucking desire in his gut hits him like a freight train. The first slick press of his cock is almost too much. He closes his eyes and sinks in slow, feeling the give where her body opens up and lets him in. Her breath hitches in her chest when he grinds down, as deep inside as he can be.

One of them is shaking, and Dean thinks it might be him.

He kisses the underside of her jaw, mouthing at the soft salty skin there, and rolls his hips, and the wet-hot surge of friction is so fucking good. Part of him wants to move, snap forward and give in, fuck into her hard enough to obliterate the swelling sensation in his ribcage. Part of him wants this to last forever.

He’s present in his skin in a way he hasn’t been in ages, frantic with all the input from his senses, lit up and fizzing with it. The strangled cry that rips from his throat sounds foreign, like an animal, like something wild… she digs her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, tilts her hips up, and he’s so close to the edge of his control already.

The physical details of it, the actual act, that’s nothing new. It’s this feeling in his chest. It’s the way he feels like he’s about to shatter.

“There,” she groans. He opens his eyes enough to see her, and his vision is blurring, images of her coming through like shots from an unfocused camera: lips parting around his name, eyes rolling back in her head when he hits the right spot, sweat trickling down her temple to soak tendrils of hair.

Dean’s so fucking close, so fucking hard, it’s like his entire universe is narrowing down to the throb of blood pulsing in his cock, the way she’s clamping down around him as she grinds up to meet every thrust, writhing under him, pulling him close, her fingernails fiery points of pain at the small of his back.

This is so much more than he expected. He can’t breathe.

She lets out a gasp and a sweet little sob, arching up, and he can feel her all around him, soaking wet and searing hot, so good it blinds him. His hips jerk forward one last time, as if he could possibly get any closer to her. He gives in and lets himself go under.

The tension bleeds from his muscles, leaves him wrung-out and quiet. He keeps rocking into her, soft shivers of pleasure rippling through them both, as she reaches up and cups his face between her hands, tugging him down for a kiss. He rests his forehead against hers for a moment, close enough that their breath mingles in the damp thick air between them. He kisses the tip of her nose, then her eyelids. He moves back to pull out.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she whispers. “Stay.”

“Can I go like six inches to either side?” Dean asks, and she makes a face, giggling, as they shift over together, trying to move without putting any real space between their bodies.

Dean settles in between her sprawled legs, resting his head on her chest. Her heartbeat is slowing, gradually. He focuses on the sound of it, the feel of her ribs rising and falling under his cheek as she breathes, and she runs her fingers through the short damp hair at the nape of his neck.

He wants to stay right here, just like this.

He could pretend, for one night. He could pretend to be someone else, someone who gets what they want.

“If I fall asleep, wake me up in half an hour,” she says dreamily. “Let’s do that again.”

He can feel the waves closing in over his head.

Her fingers slow and then stop. Her heartbeat goes low and even.

When he’s sure she’s asleep, Dean shifts, doing his best not to disturb her. She doesn’t stir. He gathers his clothes and gets dressed silently.

She looks so peaceful: hair tangled, skin glowing, lips curled up in a smile. She looks warm. Dean’s chest aches. He sneaks one last glance at her before switching off the light and turning to go.

He doesn’t look back.

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February 2010

Dean waits for a moment, staring up at the dark sky, but there’s no answer. He wasn’t really expecting one.

Deep breath. Drink. Swallow.

He wipes away the tears, steeling himself to go back inside and pretend that nothing’s wrong.

The wheezy voice echoes in his ears: going through the motions.

Deep, dark… nothing.

He wants to deny it, is the thing. He wants to deny it, but he can’t, even to himself, even to the quiet nighttime sky. But that dark nothing is easier than letting himself feel. When he slows down, when he rests, when he allows himself to feel anything, it all crashes over him, swamps him, fills his lungs and makes him choke.

Inside, you’re already dead.

When was the last time he felt alive?

He sees her clearly: head thrown back on the pillow, lips parted, saying his name like a prayer. If he lets himself remember, he feels a ghost of her warmth and a swelling, fluttering fullness in his chest.

Something inside him snaps.

He practically runs to Baby, flings himself blindly into the driver’s seat, starts the engine with trembling fingers. He hits the gas and the tires squeal.

The cold air slaps against his face, and his heart pounds, and he almost turns around five times before he hits the right exit. It’s not hard to find her place again, but it doesn’t occur to him until he’s knocking that she might’ve moved. She might not be home. She might have a fucking boyfriend who’s going to punch him in the face.

She opens the door.

He can see hurt and shock and something bright (hope?) flickering across her face, and then she looks him up and down.

“Dean,” she says softly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m -”

“If you say ‘fine’ right now I’ll punch you in the mouth,” she says matter-of-factly. There’s no judgement in her eyes, just familiar wide-open warmth. “It’s three in the morning. You snuck out, like a fucking asshole, and then I didn’t hear from you in over a fucking year. So. Are you okay, Dean?”

He has to force the words out; it feels like they’re scorching his throat.

“No. I’m not.”

He sways on his feet and sags against the doorframe. It’s pulling him under, one wave after another.

She wraps her arms around him and squeezes, holding him close, right there in the doorway. He runs his hands up her back and buries his face in her hair, taking deep heaving breaths that burn his lungs. It’s all he can do to keep his head above water.

She presses her lips to his pulse and whispers against his skin: “Come inside, Dean. Stay a while.”

She pulls the door closed behind him as he takes one shaky step, then another.

He doesn’t look back.

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deeranger · 2 years

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Armed & Dangerous part 2

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester

Warnings: Gun!kink, gunplay, established Wincest, hints of dubcon but it’s really totally consensual, questionable ways of resolving pent-up frustration, pretend blowjob, object insertion

Word count: 500 exactly

Summary: During a physical confrontation Dean discovers something new about his little brother: Apparently, Sam has a serious gun kink?? Well... They probably shouldn’t explore it any further because it’s pretty damn messed up... Right?

A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer‘s drabble challenge. I picked SPN and the prompt “something kinky” for this one. You can read part 1 of this drabble as a stand-alone or as a build-up for this one.

The metal effortlessly slides into Sam’s mouth, his lips instantly sealing around the barrel. Dean’s handgun feels heavy and tastes like discharge residue, makes Sam let out a keening noise from deep in his chest. His mind’s spinning. Drool’s running down his chin now as his big brother slowly begins to pulls the gun back out, dragging it against his tongue.

“That’s it, Sammy…”

Dean sounds out of breath. He looks it too, face flushed and droplets of sweat beading near his hairline.

“Go on, get it nice and clean...” he pants and pushes the barrel back into Sam’s mouth.

In response, the younger man grinds the heel of his own hand into his groin, trying to quell some of the heat pooling there too quickly.

“God, you’re such a slut, aren’t you?” Dean says, green eyes laser-focused on the way the gun disappears into Sam’s mouth, pink lips stretched obscenely around the barrel. This is new territory. It’s beyond messed up. Even though there are no bullets in the chamber, they’re definitely crossing a line here that isn’t supposed to be crossed. Ever. But there’s no going back, not now.

“Fuck…” Dean grunts when Sam tightens his lips around the barrel, doing his best to imitate some sort of twisted blowjob. It’s like something out of a dark porno, tongue swirling around and lapping at the metal greedily. A moan even spills out of his little brother when the gun dips in even deeper and makes him gag. It’s vulgar and for some godforsaken reason it goes straight to Dean’s dick.

Pulling the gun out of Sam’s mouth, Dean presses the muzzle against his brother’s belly. The barrel pokes right at the soft area below his navel and a whine escapes Sam, all frightened and so, so needy.

“Strip.”

Dean’s command leaves no room for misunderstandings. None. And Sam hurries to do as he’s told, stumbling on his own feet as he tears off his shirt and jeans, his underwear unceremoniously following suit.

“On the bed.”

Another command that rips a pathetic moan from Sam, sets his groin alight. He’s scrambling onto the bed, springs in the mattress squeaking in protest. And before he knows it, Dean’s on top of him, the front of his shirt pressed flush against Sam’s sweaty chest. And the gun’s back. Sleek metal feels cold against his skin as the barrel suddenly slips in between his legs. And Sam stops breathing.

“Want me to stick it in you?” Dean husks and Sam lets out a desperate groan, bucking against the gun as it finds his entrance. And then Dean pushes, the tip of the muzzle lightly breaching the already slick hole.

"Maybe I should pull the trigger? Huh? Put a bullet in—"

A cry rips from Sam’s throat, back arching right off the bed as splatters of white streak his abdomen. Spasming, his mouth opens in a scream, eyes screwed shut. Dean just watches in bafflement, wide-eyed and breathless.

Oh, they’re so fucked.

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impala-dreamer · 4 years

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Are you a Cas, a Sam, or a Dean? Do you make the references, roll your eyes at them, or just plain not get them?

Let’s put it to the test, shall we?

Welcome to The I DO UNDERSTAND THAT REFERENCE SPN WRITING CHALLENGE!

Hosted by @impala-dreamer and @deanwanddamons!

Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to guide Dean, Sam, and Cas through another terrible French Mistake event! They’ve magically been zapped into a movie or show that has been referenced on SPN and now they have to get in and out… with your help. How they got there and what they do is up to you!

Below is a list of movies or TV shows that have been referenced in some way on Supernatural. Obviously, it’s not everything, but who has that kind of time? We have chosen all types of movies/ TV shows from all different eras and genres so there will be something for everyone.

Now, mind the rules, pick your film and get to work!

RULES AND REGULATIONS:

Should be following one (or both if you like awesome) of us.

Please be over 18 as our blogs are over 18 only anyway.

Only TWO writers per prompt- so choose wisely, and check the list before you send in your request.

For this round, we are only playing with Dean, Sam, and/or Castiel. (And a reader, if you choose!) You can use one or two or all three. You can have side characters, and characters from your choice of film should be there too, but the main story needs to be written around TFW.

Send an ASK to either @impala-dreamer or @deanwanddamons with your choice of film.

Reblog this post for a boost (to be nice)

YOU MUST: USE A KEEP READING line after 300 words or we will not reblog your entry.

YOU MUST: tag us in the a/n (both of us) so we can see it

Please make your fics between 500-5K words…

Keep them true to character. This is like French Mistake on crack. It’s our guys in AU movie worlds. Literally put Sam, Dean or Cas into your movie. Have fun with it!

Smut, Angst, Fluff, Crack, whatever you want. Just have fun and make it real.

PLEASE NO: ABO. Underage stuff. Toilet stuff. Samifer. Sabriel. (just not our thing…)

PLEASE TAG ALL WARNINGS APPROPRIATELY. You no taggy, we no rebloggy.

Entries are open until all films are taken.

Your fic is due no later than SEPTEMBER 1, 2020. A masterlist will be posted on that day.

THE REFERENCES:

The Shining @unmistakablyunknown @holylulusworld

Die Hard

Batman @talesmaniac89 @stephaniecanfield96us

Back to the Future - @missjenniferb

Thelma and Louise

Good Morning Vietnam

Seven

Harry Potter - @jay-and-dean @emilyshurley

Star Wars

Star Trek - @reigningqueenofwords

X- Files

Ghostbusters

Bambi - @deans-baby-momma

Cool Hand Luke

Game of Thrones @leahxx129

Wizard of Oz

The Walking Dead - @emoryhemsworth @because-imma-lady-assface

Rosemary’s Baby

Twilight - @zpandaqueen

Titanic - @kittenofdoomage @whatareyouosearchingfordean

Buffy The Vampire Slayer - @there-must-be-a-lock @wingedcatninja

Lethal Weapon

The Omen

Lord of the Rings - @fancat-not-fangirl

Karate Kid

Dirty Dancing - @hella-aj-the-tricksters-son @storiesfromtheimpala

Frozen @superfanficnatural @rhysmybaby

The Exorcist

Finding Nemo @ELLIEWRITESFIX05

Cujo

Christine

American Werewolf in London

Blazing Saddles

Carrie

Jurassic Park - @67midnightwriter @i-make-questionable-choices-

Doctor Who - @crashdevlin @imjustadrummer

Raiders of the Lost Ark - @nickelkeep

Silence of the Lambs

The Goonies

Tombstone - @missjenniferb

The Lost Boys

The Hunger Games - @dontshootmespence @idksupernatural

This is Spinal Tap

Weird Science

Kill Bill

Forrest Gump

Amityville Horror - @stephaniecanfield96us

Ferris Bullers Day Off

House of Wax - @moosekateer13

Gilmore Girls - @waywardnerd67

Jaws - @kickingitwithkirk

The Matrix - @myinconnelly1

Spiderman

The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle

Misery

Magic Mike - @banshee1013

Psycho

I Love Lucy

Transformers

Ghost

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!

#spn writing challenge

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winchest09 · 4 years

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The Bunker Party - Debrief

Hey peeps!

Our latest bunker party was just amazing. My cheeks and my stomach still hurt from laughing...Supernatural seriously does have THEE best fandom and I’m so glad to be a part of it.

6 and a half hours we were hanging out for…SIX AND A HALF! But to see so many beautiful faces, hear so many lovely voices and to spend time with new people was just a dream! The support from you guys for each other, the love in this fandom; I can’t express how much I adore it.

Me and @katehuntington love holding these events and we are already planning the next live stream (date to be announced) but it will be in August.

So...to the debrief!

Below you will find:

Everyone who joined - their tags, what’s coming up fic wise and their masterlist.

Announcements - a juicy one this time!

Challenges to join

Blogs who want to help with your writing

Want a link breaker?

Fic & blog recs

So without further ado… *cracks fingers*

You are the guys that make it the live stream what it is. So below is a list of everyone who was on the chat last night accompanied by their masterlist and what they have coming up soon! For your reading pleasure and in no particular order…

@katehuntington: The new chapter of Ride with Me is out NOW and she is currently working on the next instalment. The Sullivan Series is now scheduled to be posted every FRIDAY so keep your eyes peeled for that and she is going to be finishing All I Want soon too!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@flamencodiva: This babe is currently working on a multitude of things and we are in awe every time she tells us what she has on. She has FINISHED the epilogue of Getting Back To You. She’s working on the next part of What He Lost, What He Found as well as When You Fall. She also has Call of the Ocean and drabbles that are exclusive to her patreon!

Check out her masterlist HERE

@talesmaniac89: This beaut has been working a lot on editing images lately, making aesthetics and dividers for everyone to use! Besides that, she has a new chapter of The Man in Apartment 43 coming out. The next chapter of Missing in Action as well as the next one of Lost.

She is also working on a Benny/Dean oneshot!

She’s created a fake website called HunT and is creating a social media AU set in the universe. The whole story will be told through text messages and emails. It’s NOT one to miss!

Check her out guys, her masterlist is HERE

@whatareyousearchingfordean: Alex is currently writing her next two fictions! With Happiness Begins finished (previously Et Cetera) she has a sequel in the works...as well as her Firefighter Dean AU. From what we’ve already heard…it sounds amazing! I won’t give away any plot points that we were told just yet but it’s one to be put on your watch list!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@superfanficnatural: This babe is currently working on the next chapters of The Bringer of balance as well as the next chapters of The Choice! He now has a Mafia AU fic in the works and will be collaborating with Alex (whatyousearchingfordean) on “Heavy lies the crown) a Male reader fiction!

We’re living for it!

Go and give him some love, his masterlist can be found HERE

@deanwanddamons: This absolute sweetheart is working on a few things at the moment and I have been given a sneak peak at what her talented little mind is cooking up. The next part of Baby Spoon will be gracing your eyes soon enough as well as updates to the rest of her series...The Show Must Go On anyone? ;)

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@emoryhemsworth: This beaut has broken her lil hiatus and posted the sequel to Because of You. Piece by Piece is amazing and if you haven’t read it yet, i suggest you check it out. She’s also writing her first chapter of her series called “Losing Sleep” as well as a TWD crossover fic!

Check our her masterlist HERE:

@waywardbeanie: This absolute gem of a woman is working on her very first fanfiction called “A Man Of Letters” and it’s an absolute DIAMOND. Dean. Letters. Fluff. Smut. It’s gonna tick all them boxes and it’s a must read!