#this post is about dean ‘babygirl’ winchester

[eugeniedanglars]

i know in recent years i've posted a lot about certain characters. talked a big game about them being my babygirls and my blorbos and all that. and don't get me wrong i do love colin hughes and dean winchester and whatever with all my heart. but also. at the end of the day. i would throw each and every one of those characters in front of a moving train for adam parrish

[imma-sucker-for-a-beard]

One Hell of a dream!

Character pairing: Dean Winchester x You/Female reader - your POV

Word count: 1336

Warnings: Control, Possessive, fantasizing, smut, NSFW, Mention of breeding, Breeding kink, Knife play, Obedience, Dominance, 18+, teasing, fingering, Marking, Forced climax, Use of F word.

Author's Note: Since money doesn’t grow on trees and still wanting to give each other a Christmas gift, we decided to write each other a story based on random photos that were provided by the recipient. So this is my Christmas short story for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork All mistakes are my own.

Moodboard is my own creation.

Disclaimer: This fiction is not to be used or translated without permission. Reblogging is allowed directly from this post.

>>> Merry Christmas Ambie, I hope you had a lovely holiday. Thank you for being a sister from another mister. Lover you always and forever. <<<

You were sitting alone on Christmas eve after having spent some quality time at some friend’s place, you had been talking about favorite character from series and movies. A few guys had caused a fuzz then you and another woman had agreed upon Dean Winchester being hot and the ultimate muse for intense dreams. Now you were home and had been seeing four episodes until now, you weren’t ready for bed, but you had to because you were having company over the next day. You decided on putting on last episode on while lying in bed, there was no way you would skip that episode. ‘Mmm Future Dean, him and Demondean, now that was a Manwich you’d do.

You don’t remember putting anything in the oven let alone setting the timer. You got out of bed only wearing a tee and panties and headed for the kitchen what had you been thinking putting something in the oven at this time. Once in the kitchen you stopped dead in your tracks. This wasn’t your kitchen. The timer kept beeping as you looked back to see your room gone and a new bedroom was there instead. Okay this, was fucked up on so many levels.

“BABE! Are you gonna let the timer continue to beep or are you getting the rolls out of the oven?” you hear from the bedroom and saw a tired Jensen exit the bedroom and pasted you going to the oven and taking the muffin tin out.

“Jensen?” you said slow not believing your own eyes.

He breathed in deeply. “Mmm your cooking smells divine” facing you now, he crocked a brow. “Who the hell is Jensen.?” Walking up to you and pulling you closer he smirked putting a finger under your chin making you look up at him and placed a deep kiss on your lips before saying “how about you get you out of this tee?” you swatted his hands as he grabbed the hem of the tee.

You were still at a loss and staring realizing that you were dreaming. He chuckled giving you a cheeky grin. “Someone’s playing hard to get. That’s my girl.” He pulled you over to the table and you willing followed. “Babygirl I need you to sit. Then I’ll be right back.”

…………

You took a seat and watched as he entered the bedroom. You waited for what felt like an eternity, so you get up and went to the counter and saw a tin full of pumpkin spiced cinnamon rolls. You were about to pick one up then you heard a deeper and huskier voice behind you. “What do you think you’re doing?” you spun around to see then you were now facing future Dean, with thigh holster and everything. “FUCK!” you exclaimed, and he laughed before his eyes darkened stepping close to you.

“That is exactly what I intent for us to do! Now hands on your back!”

You bit your lip and did as told slowly placing your hands on your back. “Yes, Dean”

He was now towering over you and looking down at you with lustful eyes. “Yes….. What?”

You gulped and cast your eyes down and purred “Yes, Daddy”

He breathed a laughed. “That’s better, Daddy’s good girl. Now I want you to look into my eyes as I strip you!” You looked up at him, hearing the sound of metal against the leather sheath as he pulled his knife from his holster, running it up over your skin sending shivers through your body. Bring the knife to your face he smirked. “Kiss it, pet. Kiss it and tell me what you need!”

You looked from him to the knife and back again wetting your lips before placing you lips against the coldness of the knife. “I want you to cut my clothes off and fuck me!”

He groaned approvingly and ran the edge of the knife along your cheek and down your neck before grabbing your tee and cut into it and the room filled with the sound of fabric ripping and you felt the cool air against your exposed chest. “Mmm” Dean ran the knife back up your exposed breasts and slightly pressed the tip of the knife against your right taunt nipple as he pinched your left. “Oh, the plans I have for you… Before this night is over, I’ll have marked you as mine and you’ll thank me for it.”

He pulled the tee off your shoulder and winked at you. “Now turn around Pet.!” You did as commanded, and he rewarded you with a spank on your right butt cheek that left a sting and a warmth that spread to you sex. “Thank you, Daddy” you spoke softly arching your back a little pushing your ass toward him as he stepped closer so you could feel the bulk in his pants.

“I want you to bend over the counter and grab the edge!” he demanded as he lightly pushed against your shoulders until you were laying with your breasts against the cold countertop. You turned your head to look back as best as you could to see what he would do next, since you felt his hand against your ass rubbing and squeezing lightly before slipping past your panties and finding your sex and thrusted two fingers to the palm of his hand growling. “Fuck You’re soaked. You’re such an eager pumpkin to please your master” pumping his fingers in you he added another and a fourth making you whimper aloud. “Argh Fuck, Daddy!”

The moist sounds of your soaked cunt filled the kitchen. When Dean pulled his fingers out you groaned at the emptiness. Dean grabbed the hem of your panties and dragged the back side over your ass and cut your panties off slowly pulling them of you, dragging them over your clit bending for laughing hauntingly in your ear. “I hope your ready pet!”

…………

You turned your head to look at him and, was met with black eyes and you sucked in air sharply seeing Demondean before your eyes. “I’ll put my spawn in you!”

You whimpered and pushed your ass against him “Please daddy!!! Fuck me!!”

He got back up and ripped his pants off and in seconds he buried himself to the hill, deep inside your cunt roaring at your tight fit. You screamed aloud as his sudden intrusion forced a climax from your body.

He ran his hand over your back as he bent down reaching around your throat tighten slightly forcing you to stand back up as he fucked you with vengeance. “You’re mine to do with as I please!” with his other hand he ran the knife over your sex, grunting in your ear as both your climaxes grew near, you felt him pulse inside you, he stopped just short of cumming, bringing the knife to your ribcage dragging the knife over your ribs cutting a pentagram in your thin skin under your left breast. The pain mixing with the pleasure bringing your over the edge and you climax hard, and Dean let go of your neck letting you drop to the countertop again grabbing your hips and fuck his climax into your womb, prolonging your climax till you slip into unconsciousness. You remember his voice in your ear saying something about growing spawn in your womb.

You wake in the morning to the white noise from the TV and your sore all over. You remember the dream and bring a hand to your left rib and feel something, quickly you get out of bed and hurry to the mirror and your eyes scan your ribcage and you lose your breath when your seen the red outline of a pentagram, instinctively you bring a hand to your belly, over your womb thinking to yourself that was one Hell of a dream!

[transbuck]

i think what gets my goat and bewilders me about some of these "top ships" "biggest babygirl" etc brackets is that people will vote for their (current) favorite no matter what - and i dont mean this to be a sweeping generalization, this is a specific observation of some people's tags on those posts.

like. i LOVE azcrow. but TOP AO3 SHIP? they are not. dean winchester? my beloved character i spent years obsessed with? i simply know that spike is more babygirl i know it in my soul

(this is not like. a DIG at people who vote for their faves no matter what, vote however your heart desires in these polls, commit voter fraud, get your friends to vote for your guys/ships/whatever, i just think its interesting - something i've noticed that i differ from some people on)

[veryace-ficrecs]

Secret Relationship Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :) 

Stranger Things

So Much Better When We're Scared Together by HardlyHalcyon (HalcyonFrost) - Rated M

Steve Harrington was a self-absorbed, vapid asshole. So why the hell was Robin still obsessed with watching him when there was nothing interesting about him?

Right?

Or: if Steve and Eddie had become friends (and other things) before season three, and Robin watches through her own lens of hating the former jock while recognizing something changed and familiar about him.

Or the ultimate summary: S3 from Robin's POV, including Steddie.

Eddie/Hotdude Official Megathread! by MixAddams - Rated T

The general public spent 30 years thinking nothing of Steve’s presence in pictures beyond him being ‘that one hot dude in the background’ because whatever, he was just another part of Corroded Coffin’s entourage.

Imagine the scramble on the band’s subreddit to reexamine every picture he’s ever been in when, the day gay marriage gets legalised in Indiana, Eddie posts a picture on Instagram of the two of them with the caption “Finally. We’ve been engaged since 1989.”

Babygirl and Sunshine by made_of_tea - Rated T

He squatted next to the bush, giving Eddie a good view of his thighs. "Anyway, why are you in a bush?"

"Henderson thinks you have a girlfriend, and we're all spying to see if you meet up with her during your morning jog," Eddie explained.

~~~

The Party thinks Steve has a girlfriend. Little do they know, the "girlfriend" is actually a boy. And that boy is Eddie Munson.

How Do I Get You Alone? by eerielake - Rated T

Dustin rolls his eyes and pushes off of the counter. "Your shift's almost over, right? Wanna hang out?"

Steve scoops up the fallen movies. "I would, but I've got plans. Me and Eddie are meeting up at the diner."

"Oh, that's cool. I'll just come with you."

Steve pauses his work and looks over his shoulder at Dustin. He's got a pinched look on his face, like he's thinking something over. Dustin knows that can be a real struggle for him.

"Uh... I don't... I don't know if that's a good idea."

5 times Dustin accidentally crashes a steddie date (+ 1 time Steve crashes a Hellfire Club meeting)

Brooklyn-Nine-Nine

heart emojis by Xmarksthespot - Rated G

Jake confesses his feelings for Amy back at Tactical Village, metaphorically pushing Teddy aside and winning the heart of Amy Santiago. The choirs cheer and the angels sing. The precinct, however, doesn’t know a damn thing because of course Jake and Amy would make a bet to see who could date each other in secret the longest.

Somehow, the more people join the bet, the more Jake and Amy fall in love.

Supernatural

The Novak Hickey Mystery by FagurFiskur - Rated G

Gossiping is a powerful urge. University students are by no means exempt from it, despite ostensibly being intelligent adults. So when one sunny Monday morning, Professor Novak shows up to class with a visible hickey on the side of his neck, the rumor mill goes spinning out of control. 

Hospital Gossip by AshwinMeird - Rated G

Jess is a nurse at a hospital full of her fellow nurses gossiping endlessly, she never really pays it much attention though.   That is, until the news reaches her that Dr. Novak has a new boyfriend that nobody can seem to identify.  Then on her last shift before Christmas she accidentally finds out exactly who it is.

And, well, she was not expecting that.

Entertainment and Escape Attempts by AshwinMeird - Rated T

Jo attends the yearly (chaotic) Winchester Christmas Dinner every year, for one reason: Dean's been trying to get his family to finally let him live his own life for as many years and Jo finds it infinitely hilarious.

This year Dean said he would finally achieve his goal, but he wouldn't tell anyone how.

Haikyuu!!

The Mystery of Ushijima Wakatoshi’s Chocolate-Making, Paris-Living Boyfriend by crookedsilence - Rated T

Ushijima having a boyfriend who lives in Paris and makes chocolates isn’t impossible.

But it is a little unbelievable.

Or, five times someone asked about Ushijima’s love life, and one time no one needed to.

Teen Wolf

Living On A Wire by oriolevent - Rated M

What the hell is Stiles supposed to do now that his band's been broken up and Scott's gone solo? Get tangled up with the Hales, of course.

James Bond

Rings by traveler0145 - Rated G

Q and Bond have been married for ages. MI6 has, despite being a organisation of spies, not quite caught on, but they ship it, so there's that.

Lockdown Lovers by notoneforreality - Rated T

Lockdown meetings give an insight into colleagues homes and private lives.

No one was expecting what they spotted in Q's flat.

Final Fantasy XV

im king of the night (wearin’ your shirt) by dreamtowns - Rated G

In Noctis’ defense, it’s not like he meant to keep it a secret that he was married. It’s just that no one bothered to ask. Except for Luna—because unlike his other coworkers, Luna wasn’t an asshole. And Luna wasn’t even a coworker. 

order up! by dreamtowns - Rated G

“Get out of my food truck,” says Noctis. He flips another patty while Ignis recovers his bearings.

“Your Highness,” Ignis begins, and wow, Prompto’s gotta give him props for being so calm in the face of Noctis’ unfurling rage. “Please, I would only like—.”

Noctis points the grease-stained spatula at Ignis, and honestly shouldn’t look as threatening as he does in an apron that says kisses for the missus. It was on sale at a thrift store, and he lost the rock-paper-scissors game for the apron that said kisses for the mister. Prompto wears that one proudly.

“Get the fuck out of my food truck,” Noctis repeats. He looks ready to brain Ignis with the uncut potatoes on the counter.

In other words: that fic where noctis and prompto run away from their responsibilities and become the proud owners of a seafood food truck.

[loserchildhotpants]

so ... i've seen multiple like polls/memes about characters being babygirl along with (affectionate) or (derogatory) and i'm confused. i am "at this point i'm too afraid to ask" meme. I understand blorbos and poor little meow meow *i think* but idk what babygirl is meant to mean can you explain? (I'm asking you bc you're someone I follow who I've seen use it and I trust you to actually try to answer my question)

hello, anon! happy to help!

so just to be clear on other vocab:

blorbo: this is applicable to any character you obsess over. if they're in your head constantly and you have a 3d model of them in there that you shake around and rotate 360 degrees all day like a rotisserie chicken and u just think they're neat!!!! that's a blorbo. blorbo is a catch-all for this phenomenon, whereas Glup Shitto is a more specific sub-genre of blorbo generally used to specify the media from which that blorbo comes from; Glup Shitto is a blorbo inspired by Star Wars style names, so if someone makes a post about Glup Shitto you can basically imagine what the fandom is like, whereas a blorbo can be from anywhere or anything.

poor little meow meow: this is applicable to characters that commit atrocities but you have deemed this, personally, forgivable or even kind of funny, and you don't see why they should suffer consequences. sometimes this is bc they are v sexy while committing crimes, sometimes this is bc they were v pathetic while committing crimes, or are cheeky and bat their eyelashes at u after having committed crimes. either way, you're like 'hey, no one put my poor little meow meow in prison, they did nothing wrong' (someone in the audience may be like 'what abt all the atrocities?' at which point, you remind them, 'they're my poor little meow meow')

now onto a babygirl.

babygirl is more often than not used to describe a queer-coded masc character who is more often than not splayed across the ground or covered in blood.

babygirl, like Glup Shitto, is a specific type of blorbo experience.

as an example, Dean Winchester is my babygirl; he's toxic, his lashes and lips are always on point, he cries a lot, he consistently breaks things/people/the geneva convention, u can find him on the floor a lot, but also often splattered w blood. something abt him makes my heart go doki doki, and i think to myself 'look at my babygirl go. look at him, flirting badly and clumsily mishandling a coffee cup <3 love my babygirl <3'

when someone puts '(affectionate)' next to any noun, it's meant to be said w love and tenderness; 'you harlot (affectionate)' and the opposite of (affectionate) is 'derogatory' meaning, when u read these words, hear them in your head as insulting bc i mean it as an insult.

so if someone gave me options w spn characters, i'd label Castiel my poor little meow meow, Dean is my babygirl (affectionate), Sam is a fantastic blorbo, and someone like Crowley, who i love to hate, is also a babygirl (derogatory).

all of these words are abt what u feel in ur heart tho. blorbos can be OCs, blorbos can be from ur shows. blorbos can be mentioned in a single line of text or be a blurry extra in a movie that u just become obsessed w - that's a blorbo, baby. it's blorbo, your favorite!

all these other things are just fun ways of specifying ur feelings abt ur blorbos.

i genuinely hoped this helped lmao

[eyelinerdean]

i was tagged by @cosmoscas to post 5 comfort characters and tag 5 people, so here it is!

1. dean winchester my beloved. my babygirl my sweet cheese my rotten soldier i literally made a build-a-bear of him

2. garry from ib transed my gender when i was 9…

3. gideon nav I LOVE YOU SWEETHEART!!!!!!

4. finney blake from the black phone oh god my little boy…. he’s so young and he’s been through hell but he’s so BRAVE…..

5. cecil palmer right up there with dean as a “character i cared about when i was 12 and is now part of my DNA forever”

tagging @enochianribs @dollhousemary @altarofrowena @castielsupernatural and anyone else who wants to do it :))))

[lupaeusarc]

munday meme - 2, 6, 10, 13, 18, 20, 21, 24

munday meme .

SO MANY PLS I'M THRIVING okay answers under the cut 🤍

2 . who was your first muse ?

it was either an oc i had or elena gilbert , i can't remember exactly it was a long ass time ago lol

6 . OTP for your muse ?

i genuinely don't think i can answer this as it's supposed to be lmao she has so many incredible ships , but a few of the more developed / plotted / expanded on ones that come to mind are derek hale ( dalphahale ) , colby newman ( carp3diems ) , dean winchester ( guiltye ) , sam winchester ( stanfordprepped ) , and stiles stilinski ( stilesstylelinski )

10 . would you be friends with your muse if they were real ?

100 % i would lol i hope i could get her to chill out a little just in general and she could teach me to be more brave

13 . what's one random headcanon about your muse that people might not know ?

she's actually a really good painter and singer . i had posts about this on her first page when she was still a tvd muse but that page is long gone lol both are things she doesn't really talk about much or even really allow most people to know , but when she does let you in on it you find out she did not come to fuck around lol

18 . are there any au’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet ?

i kind of want a singer au where someone helps her get over her fear of showing people her singing voice and she kinda thrives with it

20 . how do you overcome writer’s block ?

i just follow the muse tbh i used to be really worried about getting everything done really fast in order but at this point i've just kind of accepted that that isn't sustainable lol i feel like there's generally at least one reply one of the muses is willing to do each day and if there's more than that then great , if not it'll get done eventually

21 . are there certain characters that you gravitate towards ?

like to write against ?? i do sometimes tend to have muse more quickly for replying to teen wolf and obx characters , but it really depends on the day tbh

24 . what about your muse are you most proud of ?

i'm really proud of her flaws and layers tbh i think even transitioning her to a teen wolf muse i've been able to keep a lot of the layers to her personality intact and make sure that for each positive trait she carries there's a decent balance of struggle / difficulty too . it makes for way more interesting threads and a really dynamic character that i just love so much she's my broken lil babygirl 🤍

[enbies-and-felonies]

you see a man hunched over a sink, splashing water on his face and in the mirror he just keeps chanting “c’mon babygirl you got this, c’mon babygirl, c’mon-” to hype himself up because he’s clearly going through it

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

dean used to make sam wear a stupid hat on his birthdays it was a little motel tradition to make the day more fun. the first birthday dean and sam spend back together sam finally gets revenge and makes dean wear the hat <3

(this is also on my insta here!)

[gingerswagfreckles]

Can’t believe tumblr banned the tag babygirl….how am I supposed to talk about Dean Winchester now….

[samsrowena]

the thing is dean and leon would be best friends. in the same way that he's best friends with crowley and benny and castiel and-

[samscompliment]

in ten (eight) years when im about to turn thirty and i log on to post a picture of dean winchester and hashtag babygirl and all the twenty something bloggers screenshot it to repost and say oh my god the 2022 era tags. literally that’s their right it’s how the ecosystem is sustained

[mrsniallhoran505]

A Good Girl, Through And Through

******Quick note here. This was a dream that I had not to long ago. There are some descriptors of the male in the smut but its left open for you to add in who ever you want to imagine... for me it happened to be Jensen Ackles/Dean Winchester. (so I will tag it as such) I couldn’t tell which given the house was the one J&D showed on AD but he was dressed like Dean and sounded like him. so feel free to think of who ever you want... and please let me know if you want me to post more of the crazy ass smut dreams I have. Now please enjoy A Good Girl, Through and Through.******

"Strip." He commanded. I didn't hesitate to do as I was told. It's what I've been hired for after all. I took my clothes off and dropped them in a pile beside me.

"Over to my desk," he nodded to it in the corner. I walked over, my heels clicking on the tile floor. "Bend forward and put your hands flat on the desk, legs spread." He downed the rest of his drink and placed the empty glass on the table.

I complied with what he asked of me. I wanted to speak, but I wasn't given permission. He was tall, broad, and strong. His voice rough and deep, making me wetter with each syllable that passed his plump lips.

I didn't realize he moved till I felt his hand on my hip. Normally this is where the guy would tell me something along the lines of, "scream as loud as you want baby." Or even, "my name is… scream it for me."

He said nothing as he got to his knees. He placed both hands low on my ass and spread me. Before I could even brace myself I felt his tongue against me. Licking from my clit, over my entrance, and back again. I moaned softly, pushing back when his tongue passed over my entrance again.

He continued to lap at me in slow long strokes. I was dripping with his spit and my own juices. Finally after what seemed like hours he pushed his tongue into me, swirling it around as he brought his large callused hand down on my ass.

I jumped and let out a louder moan. He tongue fucked my cunt a few times before moving down to suck my clit, using his tongue to rub it quickly. My legs started to shake, my moans growing in volume. He moaned against me and smacked my ass again.

He was eating me out like a starved man given his favorite meal. All I could do was hold on and moan. Just when I thought he'd let me cum he pulled away. I wanted to look back at him, see what he was doing. See my juices smeared on his lips and beard but I couldn't. I refused to break the pose he had me in.

Finally he moved again. He pushed his tongue into my cunt one last time before pulling back and spitting on my entrance. I wasn't a fan but if he wanted it, I'd gladly take it. He used the spit as extra lube as he pushed two fingers into me.

I clenched around his fingers, moaning loudly. I wanted to beg for more, let him know I could take it, but the words died on my lips as he started fingering me fast and hard. My body rocked each time his fingers thrust in.

I felt them twisting inside me, pressing at different spots. He was looking for my gspot and he was close to getting it. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over my asshole making my hips push back again, this time his fingers found my gspot and I cried out.

It was all too much. I nearly broke my role and spoke, but he started fingering me fast, keeping his fingers pressed to my gspot. His tongue was now working its way inside my ass and all I could do was let out high pitched moans and whines.

He knew I was close but he didn't give me permission so I held off. Part of me started to wonder if he remembered he had to give me permission.

When I reached my breaking point he pulled back and stood up. "Turn around and get on your knees." He watched my movement as I stood and faced him before lowering to my knees. The tile was hard and it would hurt my knees but I would never disobey or argue. I was a good girl through and through.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I did as I was told, tilting my head back to look at him. He leaned down and shoved two fingers in my cunt again. I moaned as he swirls them inside me. When he pulls them out he stands up straight and looks at me.

"Do you have a gag reflex?" He asks and I shake my head no. His brow went up quizzically. "Let's test that." The fingers he used to finger fuck me were now being pushing into my mouth. My juices still coating them. He made sure to press on my tongue as he slid them deeper.

He passed where the gag reflex would be but kept going till he felt my throat. My eyes fluttered closed and I moaned around his fingers. He looked at me curiously.

"You like that?" He asks and I nod yes. "Keep your eyes open, on mine." I quickly snap my eyes open and lock stares with him. He starts to finger my mouth, keeping a heavy weight on my tongue. I moan softly, fighting against closing my eyes.

"Good girl." He pulls his fingers back and leans down to spit in my mouth. I hold still waiting for his order. "Swallow it." He growls and I do as I'm told. "Open up, tongue out." I resume my position.

He takes his hard cock out and if I had to guess he was a good nine inches, maybe ten. He was thick from base to tip. I'd be split in half but I'd enjoy every centimeter.

"Let's see how well you like this." He taps my tongue with his cock head before pushing in slowly. "Careful of the teeth sweetheart, don't need my cock to be grated." I tuck my lip over my top teeth, the bottom was covered by my tongue.

He started thrusting once his tip hit the back of my throat. I moan around him, loving the feel of his thick meat in my mouth. Every few thrusts he'd push deeper, eventually he was fucking my throat, gripping my hair to guide me on his cock.

I let him use me. Let him do as he pleased as long as I could take it. When it became too much I gave him the signal. He pulled out and let me breathe. When I was ok again I took back up my pose letting him know I could continue. He didn't waste time, burying his cock in my throat.

I kept my eyes locked on his as he fucked my throat raw. Moaning around him as he got satisfaction and my oral fixation got satisfaction. "That's it babygirl, swallow my cock." He pushed in as far as he could before reaching down to squeeze my throat with his hand. My eyes watered and my throat constricted around him but I could take it so I held on.

He let out a low, throaty moan that I knew vibrated in his chest. I wanted to run my hands up over his stomach to his chest to feel it. I wanted to climb him and have my way but this wasn’t about me, this was about him. I was his to use and I’d do as I was hired to.

He slowly pulled out till just the tip was left in my mouth. He looked down at me and gently stroked my cheek. “Look at you… Drooling over my cock like a bitch in heat.” He makes a tsking sound like he was scolding me but I could see the lust in his eyes, feel his cock pulsing against my tongue. “Stand up.” He growled.

I stood up and licked my lips, my eyes still on his. He pulled me close and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to my lips. It was sweet and held a promise to care for me. When he pulled back he looked me over. “I’ve barely touched you and you already looked well fucked.” He cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my bottom lip; which was red and swollen from his rough face fucking. “On the couch, hands and knees.” He nudged me to the couch gently. I nodded and walked over. I get on the couch and take the asked position.

I could hear him get himself another drink, hear the ice hit the glass. When he walked over he placed the glass on my back. “Don’t drop that.” He stepped into view so I could watch him strip. Anytime I looked too relaxed he would stroke his cock reminding me what was to come. When he was naked I could see just how much of a man he was. He wasn’t just some muscle head that was sculpted abs and hard muscle. He looked strong like he could bench press me and not struggle one bit but also like hugging him wouldn’t leave me bruised. He was everything I wanted and more.

“How are you with cold?” He smirked and walked behind me lifting his glass. I was asked a direct question but it wasn’t one he wanted me to answer. He had the answer. He read it. I figured he’d tease me with the cool glass of his drink so when I felt his cold tongue press against my cunt I jumped slightly but relaxed and moaned loudly. He kept his tongue and breath cool with an ice cube in his mouth as he ate me out. I was dripping again, I could feel it down my thighs. My hands dug into the couch as I tried to fist them.

When the ice melted he put the glass down and got to his knees behind me. He teased his cock head between my folds. With how cold he left me I could feel heat coming from him and it made me shiver. “I’d relax if you don’t want me splitting you in half.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. This would normally have me rolling my eyes but with him I did as I was told.

I took a deep breath and relaxed. As I let the breath out he pushed into me making me moan low. I could feel every single inch of him. He was the biggest thing I’ve had in me and it scared me a bit how easily he fit. Soon he bottomed out and I swear he was in my womb. If I looked down I’d probably see the outline of his cock in my stomach.

He gripped my hips right where they curved so his grip wouldn’t slip. He was a pro. He guided me forward a bit then held me still as he pulled out. I whimper slightly feeling empty without him. I hear him chuckle. “I’m not going anywhere babygirl.” He pushed back in and pulled me back on his cock. I got what he wanted from me. He wanted me to meet his thrusts. On the next one I did it and he moaned in approval.

We found a rhythm working together to get off. Each thrust it seems like he was somehow getting deeper, making sure no other man would suffice. He was ruining me. I dipped my hips slightly and he kept fucking me harder, now his cock dragged over my gspot each time making me whine and moan for him.

“Look at you taking my cock like your cunt was made for me.” He growled and smacked my ass. I moaned again wanting to tell him I was made for him, I was made to be fucked by his cock. But I couldn’t. After tonight, I’d never see him again. Not like this.

He pulled out and sat back. “On your back, I wanna watch you take my cock.” I did as I was told, spreading my legs for him. He leaned down and spit on my cunt before using his cock to spread it around. He pressed his cock head to my entrance and watched as he started to sink into me. I arched my back, pressing my head into the couch. I moan, gripping the couch tight in my hands. “That’s it, scream for me, babygirl.” he groans as he starts to fuck me hard and deep. His hips slamming into mine making my body rock.

I cried out, enjoying nothing more than being used by him. Enjoying bringing him so much pleasure. I enjoyed my pleasure too but the look of pure lust and ecstasy on his face made it so much more worth the bruises and soreness I know I’ll feel tomorrow.

“Do you wanna cum, babygirl? Do you wanna cum all over my thick cock?” He said it in such a teasing way I almost wanted to say no but I didn’t. I nodded my head, letting him know how bad by tensing up and moaning so loud my voice cracked.

“Cum for me.” He growled and started rubbing my clit in fast circles. I saw sound and tasted colors as my orgasm took over. My whole body tensed till it lifted off the couch, a cry of his name the only thing heard in his big lake house. He kept thrusting never once letting me forget his cock. When I finally couldn’t take it he pulled out and lowered me back to the couch. He crawled over me till he was on my chest then jacked his cock. I leaned my head up to wrap my lips around the tip. I sucked and licked the few inches I could get till he came. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum hitting my tongue and throat.

When he was done he pulled out and had me show him before allowing me to swallow. I laid back as he got up and got dressed. “The money is on the counter… A car is waiting, whenever you’re ready.” With that he left me to recover and see myself out.

[hoboal87]

Baby Mine

Title: Baby Mine

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Jody, Alex, Claire, Bobby

Word Count: 1600+

Summary: You and Sam prepare for the birth of your son.

Warnings: post 15 x 20, fluff, implied dom/sub relationship, non-graphic descriptions of labor, breastfeeding.

A/N: This is my super late entry into @superbadassnatural​‘s #333 badass followers challenge. My prompts are “I didn’t expect it to be this big,” and “this is disgusting”

A/N 2: This is set in the same universe as “The Tie,” and “Carry On,” but it can be read as a stand-alone.

No Beta, all mistakes are mine. I have tense issues, I know.

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Miracle’s head lies on your lap as you do your best to remain calm. You can feel the wetness of her nose against the small sliver of your exposed belly. It was unseasonably warm for South Dakota in the spring, and if you could’ve you would’ve been walking around naked all the time. Growing a Winchester has not been an easy task, and your doctor informed you at your last check up the baby will be at least 9 lbs.

Nine. Freaking. Pounds. You’re going to be pushing a nine pound baby out of your body, and Sam was already talking about having another one in a few years! You can’t even imagine wanting to go through all this again. Even though Jody and the mothers you’ve befriended over the last few months have assured you, that you’ll forget about all the bad, all the sickness, all the discomfort you’ve been feeling the second the baby’s born.

A clattering from your bedroom pulls you out of your head, giving you a moment of reprise. Sam’s muffled swears have you giggling as he frantically tries to pack your hospital bag. Jody had advised you to pack one over a month ago, but you and Sam had been so focused on making sure the nursery was ready, as well as warding your home, that you hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

Another grunt comes from the hall as Sam seemingly runs into your bathroom, and then into the nursery, where the baby's coming home outfit was luckily laid out on the changing table. By the time Sam makes it back into the living room, he’s nearly out of breath, eyes falling on you as your face scrunches in pain.

You’ve been in the early stages since last night, but you’d woken up to much more intense contractions a few hours ago. Sam takes your hand in his as you wince as a contraction rolls through you. He eyes the watch on his wrist, Dean’s watch, keeping track of the duration and time between each wave of pain.

“Y/N,” Sam whispers, calming himself when your eyes connect to his. “I think it’s time.”

“Alex said 5 minutes,” you huff, rubbing your swollen belly and giving him a pained smile. Having a nurse in the family was the best thing you could ever ask for. Alex, on the other hand, probably wishes she wasn’t, especially after Sam started calling her in the middle of the night with the most ridiculous questions that you’d ever heard of. You’d finally gotten him to stop, apologizing to Alex for another 3 a.m. frantic phone call about the possibility of the baby being born extra appendages.

Once Sam had adjusted to the news of your pregnancy, he dove deep into research, not that you were expecting anything else from him. Parenting magazines cover your coffee table, multiple books on pregnancy and birth are stacked on his bedside table, and he’d watched every youtube video relating to pregnancy and taking care of a newborn.

“I know, but baby we’re getting there. You’ve gone from 10 minutes to 7 in the last hour. The parenting book said–” You roll your eyes, your inner brat coming to the surface after months of being stifled. “Babygirl,” Sam tone changes, and you instantly relax at the phrase you haven’t heard in nearly a year. “Don’t think I haven’t been keeping track of all the punishments you’ll be getting as soon as you can handle it.”

It's just the distraction you need, and your eyes divert to the car seat against the wall.

Sam had tried and failed twice already on installing the carrier in the back seat of the Impala, spewing profanity as you watched, chuckling from the front porch. After nearly an hour, Sam gave up on the car seat, and joined you on the porch, his hand splaying softly over stomach. He leaned over, and placed a sweaty kiss on your lips, it was moments like those that Jody told you to cherish; and both you and Sam made it a point to do so.

“Then you better figure out how to properly install that in the back seat,” you sass.

An annoyed laugh leaves Sam as he glares at the yet-to-be defeated carrier, hesitating now to leave your side.

“It can wait.”

“It really can’t, babe,” you chuckle softly.

It’s less than an hour later that you and Sam pull up to Sioux Falls General Hospital. He’s holding you steady as you waddle towards the check-in desk. An orderly appears with a wheelchair, and wheels you away as Sam hands over all of your pre-registered paperwork. Alex is by your side before you realize it, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. She helps you dress into a hospital gown, and Sam rejoins you just as you take a seat on the bed.

Sam watches helplessly as your face contorts as another contraction rolls through your body. You squeeze his hand tightly, sure that you’re leaving crescent-shaped marks on him. This one is different than the others, it’s more intense, and longer-lasting than the others had been.

“Y/N, look at me, baby, you’re doing so good,” Sam praises as you whimper through the contraction. Sam leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead as the pain subsides. “You’re so strong, Y/N.”

“I didn’t expect it to be that big.”

Five hours later, you’re cradling your newborn son against your chest. Sam’s behind you, whispering praises in your ears and holding you tight against him. You present your breast to the babe, encouraging him to latch on, and to your delight he does so quickly. Sam makes a joke about how Dean was always a boob man, and you comment how his namesake must’ve inherited his predilection as well.

Sam tenses behind you, and you quickly realize your mistake. Dean was always on your mind, and moreso Sam’s, but you rarely, if ever, said his name out loud. It seemed to pain Sam to hear his brother’s name, so you avoided it as much as you could. But now the baby is here, and you wonder if it's a good idea to name him after the fallen Winchester.

Sam’s hands are wrapped around your still swollen center, and you turn your face to his. Tears are escaping from his hazel eyes, and when they meet your Y/E/C ones, he gives you a small smile.

“We don’t have to name him Dean,” you offer, even though you honestly couldn’t think of a more fitting name for your son. “If you don’t–”

“It’s not that, baby,” he sighs, wiping at the fallen tears. “I just– I miss him. Dean should– he should be here. He should be here to meet our son.”

You nod, and focus your attention back on the newborn, suckling gently at your breast. One of Sam’s hands leaves your stomach, and his fingers brush against the infant’s soft skin, remarking that he’d never seen a baby with so much hair, and that he looked so small. You chuckle, and remind him that if he had to push a nine-pound watermelon out of his body, he wouldn’t think it was small.

Sam concedes, unable to contain his laughter, and the brief tension that was in the room disappears and doesn’t return. After little Dean is finished, you and Sam take turns counting his fingers and toes, cooing at your son as you take in all his features.

A nurse returns, and you reluctantly let her take Dean away to be properly cleaned, weighed and measured. She instructs both you and Sam to sleep while you can, joking that you’ll be getting very little from now on. Thanks to Sam being a human incubator you curl up against him and let all of the exhaustion from the last 24 hours finally catch back up to you.

You're woken by Sam a few hours later, informing you that Jody, the girls, and Bobby are outside. Sam slips from behind you, and disappears out of the room for a moment before returning with your found family. Jody’s eyes are filled with tears, throwing her arms around you, congratulating you as Bobby claps Sam on the back.

The same nurse returns with Dean as everyone settles in their places around the room. Jody instantly fawns over the baby caressing his chubby cheeks before allowing Sam to pick him up and hand him over to her.

Jody makes a solid promise to spoil the boy rotten. Claire’s body language changed when Alex handed baby Dean over, and after a few minutes, didn’t want to seem to let him go. Bobby becomes impatient as Claire refuses to pass the baby on. Finally, Sam steps in, plucking the baby from her arms, and walking over to Bobby.

“You ready to meet your grandson?” Sam asks, and a smile you’d never seen before appears on Bobby’s face. Sam places the swaddled baby into Bobby’s arms, and you’re sure you see a tear slip down his cheek.

“Looks like he’s takin’ after his momma,'' Bobby laughs. “Lucky boy, hopefully you won’t be an idjit like your daddy and uncle,” he sends you a playful wink. “Just know you ain’t alone, kid. You got more people who will love and protect you than any other kid in the world.”

“Did you tell ‘em?” You ask, trying to move into a slightly more comfortable position.

“Tell us what?” Jody asks from the chair beside your bed.

“Y/N and I, we want you and Bobby to be his godparents. If anything were to ever happen to us, we want you to take care of him.”

“Well, maybe you can tell us his name first,” Claire pipes up, and you hadn’t even realized that you hadn’t told them yet.

“Dean,” Sam eyes his son still in Bobby’s arms. “Dean Robert Winchester.”

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[according-to-the-laura]

StackedNatural Day 46: 5x08, 6x07, 9x05, 15x18 (Alternate Title: “Oh God, Oh Fuck, Here We Go”)

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

November 5, 2021

DISCLAIMER: I am watching today’s episodes with 4 friends and I will not be staying sober (especially for Dog Dean Afternoon), so prepare for this post to become less and less coherent as we go along. Also, probably will contain just a lot of transcripts of bullshit we said while watching.

Cast of characters:

Me: @according-to-the-laura

Nic: @weedsinavacantlot, who drove 11hours through the mountains to watch despair with us

Meg: @meg3point0, my sister

Charlie: @cherbertlemon, bestie from university

Lyall: Brother-in-law/bestie who isn't on tumblr but enjoys watching us go insane

5x08: Changing Channels

Written by: Jeremy Carver

Directed by: Charles Beeson

Original air date: November 5, 2009

Plot Synopsis:

Dean and Sam are thrown into an alternate universe by the Trickster where they are characters in different TV series.

Features:

Dr. Sexy’s Chekov’s cowboy boots, Japanese game shows, sitcom, police procedural, Knight Rider, Trickster Archangels, Gabriel.

My Thoughts:

This is a perfect episode of Supernatural and I don’t need to analyze it to death so I’ll start with the one actual thought I had and then leave you with things we shouted at the TV while watching.

Gabriel trying to force them to play their roles is him unknowingly walking in his father’s footsteps - he even wants one brother to kill the other, and Cas won’t play along.

During the Dr Sexy confrontation Nic (@weedsinavacantlot) just screamed “BABYGIRL YOU ARE SO GAY” at the TV screen.

Cas: *Appears on screen*

All of Us: *Wild applause and cheers*

Gabriel is so powerful in earlier seasons and not when he’s an ally in late seasons because “the Winchesters have a woobifying aura” - Lyall, my brother in law who doesn’t have tumblr. Also said, “you watch Gabriel do things like this and you’re like, ‘oh, right, you are related to Lucifer’”.

Me: Someone explain why Dean’s lips are so pink all the time

Nic: Whore

Meg (@meg3point0): He has such long eyelashes, too

Nic: WHORE

I think that CSI is a show for dads, and that’s why Cas watches The Wire. Also, sexy of Carver to handhold us all the way to the angel conclusion in the Night Rider scene. Yes bitch, don’t make me do an inch of work.

Me: He looks so fucking short

Nic: He’s taller than me! He’s five foot eight! These guys are just monstrous!

Notable Lines:

“Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes.”

“Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels.”

“Sam, starring as Lucifer. Dean, starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. Play your roles.”

“Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you.”

“Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family.”

“I want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over.”

“You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other.”

“This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 10

IMdB Rating: 9.7

6x07: Family Matters

Written by: Andrew Dabb & Daniel Loflin

Directed by: Guy Bee

Original air date: November 5, 2010

Plot Synopsis:

Dean becomes suspicious of Samuel's motives, but Sam isn't sold on the idea that their grandfather is doing anything wrong. The brothers go along on a hunt with Samuel and the other Campbells, but things go terribly awry.

Features:

Sastiel fisting scene, discovery of Soulless Sam, Samuel’s work ethic, Sam is a spy, Purgatory intro, Crowley wants the Alphas, Crowley claims to have brought Sam back from Hell.

My Thoughts:

We were drinking amaretto sours at this point and we kind of half stopped watching once Cas wasn’t in it anymore but boy did we say a lot of funny stuff!

Real observances: very fun to watch this episode right after Thin Lizzie. It is extremely funny how different Sam and Len are, Len is just A Guy and Sam immediately becomes a serial killer. Him going to shoot Samuel isn’t supposed to be funny, but god it sure is. Some of Jared’s best acting is when Sam is soulless, and that means something but I can’t quite put my finger on it….

Sam endgame should have been the good version of Samuel’s, running a network of hunters. The lighting in this episode rules! Actual shadows and rim lighting.

Cas: *takes off his belt*

Us: *hysterical screaming*

Nic: FISTING FISTING FISTING. This is all the Sastiel shippers have!

Meg: other than Cas taking Sam’s hell trauma

Nic: And peace of mind

Nic: The only thing that’s going to fix cas is having a baby and that won’t happen for several seasons. Cas literally baby trapped Dean and I think that’s sexy

Charlie: Good for her

Hilarious that when we cut back into the room after Cas checks for Samuel’s soul that he’s turned around with his hands on a shelf, bent over.

Nic: Cas is like “I’m gonna turn this guy into a muppet, hang on a sec”

[A few scenes later] *Dean makes a kermit joke*

Nic: DEAN STOLE MY FUCKING JOKE. Dean Winchester we duel at dawn.

[A few more scenes later]

Nic: God I wish Cas were still here fisting people

Crowley: *appears*

Us: *Wild applause and cheers*

Notable Lines:

“What, you think that there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of hell wrong?”

“ You're not gonna hold me, Dean -- Not here, not in a panic room, not anywhere. You're stuck with the soulless guy, so you might as well work with me.”

“This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler building.”

“Now, when we "freaks" die... where do we go? Not heaven, not hell. So?”

“Well, if the old man's Kermit... whose hand's up his ass?”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 7.0, and it would probably be lower if I wasn’t having the time of my life with my friends tonight.

IMdB Rating: 8.1

9x05: Dog Dean Afternoon

Written by: Eric Charmelo & Nicole Snyder

Directed by: Tim Andrew

Original air date: November 5, 2013

Plot Synopsis:

When the only witness to a couple of mysterious murders is a dog, Dean performs a risky spell to help him communicate with canines.

Features:

Taxidermy, eating cats whole, Dean casts Animal Friendship, weird bad animal voices, Dean wants to fuck a poodle, Sam gets suspicious.

My Thoughts:

This episode was the epic lows part of the “epic highs and lows of Stackednatural” and we had to have it on mute for the majority of the episode because I have a 9 old puppy who gets jumpy at night and barks non-stop when she hears other dogs. So we just drank another amaretto sour and ate homemade pie by Nic and Meg.

It’s bullshit that Dean isn’t still scared of dogs (hellhounds!! Ripped him apart!!) and insane that in the Ezekiel arc that someone gets fatally injured every episode. How have you all survived this long as hunters?

We spent this episode missing Cas and wishing that Amazon Prime had a 1.5x speed option so we could move faster and get to Despair and party time faster.

You can tell that Supernatural like to queercode their villains because this chef dresses like Nic.

The only funny part of this episode is Dean accidentally playing fetch with Sam. Dean wanting to fuck a dog cancels that out.

Dean: I don’t have the urge to sniff butts

Dog: Not yet

Us: YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW

Notable Lines:

*Weird British accent* “Screw the sharktopus”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 1.5

IMdB Rating: 8.6

15x18: Despair

Written by: Robert Berens

Directed by: Richard Speight Jr.

Original air date: November 5, 2020

Plot Synopsis:

With the plan in full motion, Sam, Dean, Castiel and Jack fight for the good of the common goal.

Features:

Jack makes the Empty loud, Billie brings Jack back, Dean wounds Death, love interests vanish, Thee Confession.

My Thoughts:

Incoherent thoughts on this. Don’t know how to rank it as it causes me indescribably pain but also it’s brought me the most emotion I‘ve had in years.

Gotta focus on non-confession stuff first so quick rundown:

This is the third time that Cas has watched his son die. Billie is amazing as Death. I love Jack and I love Rachel Miner. They invented and killed a girlfriend for Charlie and disappeared Eileen so that the episode would have beginning-middle-end loss of love interest. Sure is interesting that Jack made the Empty loud and God has a new ending to his death book and they don’t care about Jack because he’s useful. CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HOW THIS TIES INTO THE FINALE.

I like to think that Charlie’s collateral damage speech was directed at Buckleming for Charlie 1.0’s death. “I’ll go with you” means “I love you”.

Obviously the writing of the reunion is perfect, Misha is great. The editing is piss poor and I FIRMLY believe that that was on purpose to hide any and all of Jensen’s acting. I’ve watched 86 episodes of this goddamn show since Sept 10th this year and he just doesn’t stand there not doing anything for that long ever. RELEASE THE TAPES.

Notable Lines:

“I can't stop this. I'm coming apart. I don't want to hurt you. Don't let me hurt you.”

“ It's over. The plan. My destiny. I was ready to die, and I wanted to. For Sam, for Dean, for the world. I wanted to make things right. And now... I don't know why I'm even here.”

“We don't care about you because you're useful or because you fit into some grand design. We care about you because you're you.”

“So, what, is she just some collateral damage to you? Is that what I'll be, too?”

death defying”It's you, Dean. It's always been you. Death-defying. Rule-breaking. You are everything I lived to set right. To put down. To tame. You are human disorder incarnate.”

“It was Chuck all along.”

[Insert entirety of confession speech here.

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.8

IMdB Rating: 8.8

In Conclusion: I wish to God I was always watching Stacked in a room full of people who are as insane about it as I am. So much fun. Even though we’re all crying now re: confession.

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[divorcedcastiel]

when you see a random ass post abt being attracted to a weird freak male character, anything involving the word "babygirl," something abt transness (fictional character), etc etc you have to spin the wheel of "did op write this about dean winchester" and literally more than 50% of the time the answer is yes