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Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Summary: It’s your first acting role. So, of course you make mistakes. Of course, you’re stressed and freeze when it’s time to do the sexy scene. It’s not your fault if biting your fingers and playing with your hair are your methods of stress relief. No matter what you do, the director always seem upset with you. You have no idea why until he asks you to meet on set way after shooting for a… private lesson.

Pairing: Jensen x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 7131

Warning: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, grinding, sexual tension, unprofessional relationship, naive!reader, dom!Jensen, director!Jensen, semi public sex

Squares: Jensen Ackles for @anyfandomkinkbingo / Shyness/innocence for @j3bingo / New Job for @anyfandomfluffbingo / Grinding for @spnkinkevents

A/n: Hello hello! So this fic is born from the pic below (the one on the left) and a conversation I had with @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior! Thank you for sharing ideas with me and for being the beta to this fic!! Header made by me with pics from instagram and from the EW!

Don’t forget to leave a feedback! It’s what makes writer want to keep writing!

“Cut!”

In the room, a common sigh of frustration echoed. The little red light disappeared on the cameras as the people behind them stopped recording. Everyone on set, including the actors and the staff, stopped working and stared at the reason why they were interrupted again.

Not totally understanding what was happening and why everyone was looking at you, with rather annoyed expressions, you turned your attention to the director that just called for the cut.

“Why are we stopping?” Playing nervously with a lock of hair, you left your mark and walked towards the blinding lights of the spots that were pointed at you. Most of the crew, including him, were sitting behind them. You just wanted to see his expression, just wanted to make sure the cut wasn’t because of you, just wanted to be sure-

“Don’t move from your mark. How many times do I have to say this?” The director hissed between his teeth.

Freezing completely, you finally understood why the scene had been cut and that it had indeed been your fault. You walked back to your spot, quiet apologies falling from your lips and your head bent, feeling tears burn your eyes. It was your fault, again.

“Alright. Y/n. We talked about this. We even changed the dialogue so it’s easier for you. So why are you still messing it up?” Your director asked, frustration evident.

“I-” You started, but luckily, you didn’t have to defend your case. Your co-star, Jacob, stepped forward, abandoning his mark as well. The director didn’t scold him for that though.

“I don’t understand why we stopped again, the scene was going nicely,” he said, and you looked at him with teary eyes.

“First of all, I didn’t ask for your opinion.” The director responded.

You could just make out some movement in front of you, but you couldn’t really see anything because of the blinding spotlights. But in the end, you didn’t have to strain to see him, because your director walked up to where you were standing. The lights were now behind him, throwing him into silhouette. You blinked a couple of times, and squinted slightly to try and see him clearly. It wasn’t easy, but you finally managed…and immediately regretted it.

Not only was he scary, but he…somehow that scariness was also remarkably hot. You didn’t want to make him angry, but when he was…wow! Which made things so much more complicated and messed up.

“It’s her first role,” your co-star continued in your defense. But one glance from the director and his mouth was shut. “Sorry mister Ackles.” He demurred, and then, your would-be savior was back on his mark, leaving you alone in front of the director, Jensen Ackles.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, now biting your finger. It was all you could do - apologize for messing up all the time.

“Being sorry is not enough,” he walked even closer to where you were, and since you didn’t want to move from your mark, and make him angrier, he was quickly crowded into your personal space. His scent filled your senses and you felt yourself go weak, especially in the knees. You chewed on your finger harder.

“You have talent, Y/n, but you are not focused,” he tapped your forehead which made you wince and blink. When you opened your eyes again, it was to plunge them into his gaze, and you regretted looking him in the eyes. In the darkness, his eyes looked almost black, even though you knew they were really the most gorgeous shade of green.

“Don’t make me regret hiring you.”

It wasn’t really a threat, it was more of an effort to push you in the right direction. After all the scenes you’d already filmed, Jensen couldn’t fire you. It would cost too much to replace you at this point. You knew that, but still, hearing the words from him, the man you looked up to, the man you thought was so talented, so beautiful and so intimidating…well, it hurt.

Feeling your eyes fill with tears again, you bent your head and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright. Now, we’ll do it once more. I want to feel desire between you and Jacob. You are his mistress, you missed him and you don’t have a lot of time with him before his wife gets back. It has to be passionate, rushed, you don’t have time to waste talking about the situation. I want to feel how much you need him.”

You nodded again, trying hard to focus back to the scene, but then your gaze caught something. Still looking down, you had a good view on Jensen’s lower body. And next to his clenched fists, you were sure there was a bump forming in his jeans, a rather noticeable bulge stretching out the denim in his crotch.

You immediately looked away, afraid he would realize that you saw it, but then you were left staring at his hands again. You could see the veins that were protruding up his arms to his elbows where he had rolled up his sleeves, and they were hypnotizing.

“Let’s roll.”

There was a very good reason why you were having so much trouble with the scene. And a big part of that reason was the director was making you incredibly horny, so that all you kept thinking about was him watching you make out with your co-star.

You fumbled the scene again.

“Cut!”

Long sighs and even grunts echoed this time.

“That’s it. We’re taking a break.” Jensen’s voice was so rough, it sent shivers down your spine. This time, you knew it was your fault. You’d managed to kiss Jacob like you were meant to, with a burning passion. But then, when it was time to undress yourself…you froze.

You knew it was ridiculous, you weren’t really going to be naked. There were special items you were wearing for the sex scene. Nothing would be on display, your breasts were covered and you were keeping your underwear on. But the simple act of removing your shirt while he was watching was just too much; you couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry,” you rushed to say, but Jensen was already gone.

You sighed deeply, wishing you could explain to him. There was also a very good reason why you were so shy and uncomfortable with intimate scenes.

You’d dated someone before. Once. One boyfriend in your whole life. You weren’t a virgin, but your only experience of sex had been disastrous and awful. Your boyfriend had managed to make you feel so bad during your time together, so ugly and repulsive that you’d never again shown desire or interest for another man out of fear of feeling that pain again.

And, it seemed, even if it was all fake for a movie, it was still very hard to get past. But you couldn’t tell your director all of that; it was too hard to say it out loud.

When he chose to direct the movie, Jensen wanted to make sure he had the perfect lead actress for it. The auditions took way more time than they’d planned; he had looked and looked, calling back the women he thought weren’t too bad and might work, but none of them were right, and soon there was no one left to audition.

That was when he saw you.

You weren’t even auditioning for the role; you weren’t even an actress! You were working behind the cameras, in the sound department, to be precise. Your job was to make sure the mics and mic packs were working. You had to get to the studio ahead of the others and set up the rooms before the auditions. You tested the speakers and the mics, to be sure everything was working properly, before connecting everything into your console so you could properly record the screen tests.

One day Jensen was early and he got a glimpse of you working, and out of nowhere, walked over to you and gave you a script.

“Try it.” He said simply, with a soft smile.

You thought it was a joke, so you played along and read the script. You knew who Jensen Ackles was, of course, you were quite the fan. So part of you also wanted to impress him, and well…the motivation to impress must have worked, because the next thing you knew, you were cast in the leading role.

Your first role. You were completely new to the acting industry. And your new job was way more stressful than you could have imagined when you accepted it excitedly.

When you met him, Jensen was a nice guy. Patient. Encouraging. But as the spicier scenes arrived, something changed. They stressed you out, you felt like he was watching your every move, and you didn’t know if you wanted to cry, hide, run away from him or literally just grab hold of him and start making out with him.

Of course he was disappointed. He spent so much time, money and energy on you, and now you were messing everything up.

And you couldn’t even look him in the eye to say sorry.

After the break, Jensen came back and sat back in his director’s chair. He was wearing a baseball hat now, and it shaded his eyes, making his features look even more dominant. Another shiver ran over your whole body as you pictured him in the love scene instead of Jacob. There was nothing wrong with Jacob, he was cute. But you wondered…if you pictured Jensen with you in the scene when the cameras were rolling, would that make things easier, smoother?

It was worth a try.

You were back on your mark before he even had the time to call the scene. You were more than ready to show him it had been a good idea to hire you. You glanced in his direction, waiting for him to say action.

“We’re skipping this scene, it doesn’t work at all.” Jensen said brusquely.

You felt a sharp pain in your gut and immediately started chewing on your bottom lip. Of course. Because of you, he now had to change the whole scene.

“Let’s go to act 2, scene 4.”

Filming went okay for the rest of the day. You messed up a couple of other takes and had to redo it, but luckily, your fellow cast members were kind and patient. Still, you couldn’t get Jensen’s sharp voice, telling you to stop messing up the scenes, out of your head. Even now that you were in your trailer, long after shooting was over, you could still hear it echo.

Filming had lasted until the sun was down, and then you did a few night shoot scenes, and work was over.

Laying down on the bed in your trailer, you chewed absently on your lollipop as you read the script over and over again. By now, you knew it all by heart. All you had to do was to feel it, show it, like it was real. Closing your eyes, you imagined your co-star in front of you. You reached out a hand, like he was really with you, and slowly stroked his cheek.

“She can’t know you’re here.”

Your thumb caresses lower on his face until it reaches his lips. There, you look, stare, want more, so you slip your thumb through his parted lips.

“She won’t if we’re quick,” you whisper, your face getting closer. It’s warm, his breath on your face, and a small smile stretches your lips.

You can see Jacob’s brown eyes and curly hair in front of you. You blink, your thumb leaves his mouth to be replaced by your lips. There, the kiss starts slowly, like you want to explore his mouth, get familiar with its shape, tastes and feel.

But quickly, his hands get lost on your body, he grabs your waist, pulls you closer to him. Your lips part, you breathe in the same air as him, and your tongue pokes in. You know you’re not supposed to kiss with tongue, it’s an unspoken rule in the movie industry. But the kiss needs to be passionate, and Jacob doesn’t seem to mind as he kisses back the same. Then, everything speeds up. You get pinned to the wall forcefully, and a soft gasp leaves your mouth as he steps back. You blink.

Jacob’s brown eyes are now a dark green, almost black. His curly hair is no more, it’s now straight, short, but long enough to be tossed to the side and pulled if necessary. And instead of a hairless chin, there’s a delicious copper color scruff on the lower part of his face.

“Jensen…” You can’t help but moan, all air exiting your lungs.

That was when your phone decided to ring, bringing you back to reality. Startled, you sat up quickly and looked around. Another ding reminded you where you were and what was happening, so you rushed to the table to grab your phone.

The screen lit up with unread texts and your heart sank with anxiety. They were all from Jensen.

We need to talk

Meet me on set now

Stress and fear were beating strong in your head when you arrived on the dark, empty set. Out of breath from having run there, you bent down, trying to get oxygen into your lungs. You’d been so worried about what your director wanted, you’d left without thinking about the kind of things most humans would have. Like taking your phone with you, instead of setting it back down on the table and bolting.

“Took you some time,” a rough, angry voice said in the distance. Since the set was closed for the night, there weren't many lights on. It took you some time to figure out where he was, and when you finally reached him, you froze in front of him, your mind going blank.

Jensen was sitting on the metallic stairs that were part of the structure to adjust the spotlights on the ceiling. His right arm was leaning on the railing, his fist tensed and resting near his chin. His other arm was draped over his knee. He was still wearing the same clothes, the baseball hat slightly askew on his head, but this time it wasn't hiding his eyes.

There was a dark fire burning in them.

“I’m so sorry,” you hastened to say, still out of breath. You hadn't noticed you still had the lollipop in your mouth until you spoke. When you realized, you hurried to take it out and hide it behind your back.

“Sorry. You’re sorry a lot,” Jensen said, still not moving from his position. A painful lump formed in your throat at how intimidating he was and how hard it was to look him in the eyes. You opened your mouth to apologize again, but he was faster. Now on his feet, Jensen sprang quickly towards you.

By reflex, you lowered your head immediately. But that seemed to annoy him, as you could hear him clicking his tongue disapprovingly above you. It made you want to be even smaller.

“You have no idea,” he scoffed, and you fought the need to lift your head and look at him to get answers. “No idea what you’re doing.” Like a predator, he started circling your frame. Whenever he looked, it burned and left goosebumps on your skin.

“I…don’t understand.” You swallowed hard and bit your lip anxiously.

“This.” His voice stopped in front of you. The tone he used for that single word managed to make you stop breathing and the lollipop fell from your hand. “How you bite your lips when you’re shy or anxious. How you play with your hair, your eyes wide and clueless. How you always have a finger in your mouth.”

As he was speaking, you felt something on your chin that forced you to lift your head. You followed the movement without any resistance and ended up meeting his eyes. God, your legs got so wobbly, you nearly collapsed at his feet.

“How you never look me in the eyes and always keep your head bent submissively."

Jensen let go of your chin, but you didn’t move. As though in a trance, you kept staring, your lips parted and your eyes teary. But it was not because you were sad or afraid. You were simply, and completely, lost in him.

“You’re so innocent, it’s insane. You ran here immediately, when I asked you to, didn't even bother putting on pants.” Each of his words were slow, like he wanted you to understand them perfectly.

His last sentence brought you back to earth and you broke eye contact to look down and see what you were wearing. Shame burned like a slap in your face when you realized he was right.

You were still dressed for sleep. You were still wearing your version of pajamas - just an oversized shirt and panties.

Crap. Fuck.

You were about to apologize, your head still bowed, when you realized you were looking at something you'd seen before.

It was dark in the studio. But there was no mistaking it. The bump you'd seen earlier, pushing out the front of his jeans, was back.

It took some time for his words to make their way into your brain. After all, like he said, you were acting innocent, naive, a bit slow, even.

But not stupid.

You'd finally done the math in your mind, and figured things out. When you lifted your head again, it was to meet his eyes.

And this time, you didn’t look away.

“I’m turning you on,” you said on an exhale, the truth of the situation sending waves of heat down your body. No words left his mouth, but you didn’t need to hear his answer. The way his face darkened, his eyes roaming your body, was his way of telling you that you were right, and that he felt no shame because of it.

“I didn’t think you had the guts to say it out loud.” Jensen said as he took a step closer to you. By reflex, you stepped back, your eyes still not leaving his.

“I don’t…do it on purpose, I’m sorry,” you offered, stepping back again as he moved closer to you.

All you wanted in that moment was to let him do whatever he wanted to you. You wanted to live out everything you'd imagined all those nights when you couldn’t sleep because you were thinking too much about him. But still, something inside you was holding back.

“Exactly,” he answered, lowering his head. You could barely see his eyes under the hat. He kept walking towards you and you kept walking backwards until you ended up moving beyond the lights to a spot that was so dark by contrast, that all you could see was an abstract, scary shade advancing towards you.

“You don’t even do it on purpose.” He continued. His voice sounded closer than he looked, so you stepped back quicker.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, and finally, you were in another pool of light.

But he wasn’t.

Glancing all around you, you strained your eyes, trying to see through the dark areas of the stage, but it was impossible with the strong light shining down on you. All you could see was your feet, and the area just to your left, where the set was still decorated for the bedroom scene you hadn't been able to get through.

Having been too focused on figuring out where Jensen was coming from in the darkness around you, you hadn’t immediately noticed where he was leading you.

“You need to pay more attention, Y/n. And realise how much of a fucking tease you are.”

His voice echoed all around you, so of course, you stepped back towards the light, the whole situation making you feel equally scared and incredibly horny.

“I’m sorry!” You repeated, biting your lips, your hand near your mouth like somehow, biting every part of your body could help you.

That was when your back hit a wall. Or, at least, you thought it was a wall at first. Had to be. But then, you could feel it move behind you, rising and falling. The warmth of it hit next, and finally, the soft breath lifting your hair with each exhale.

“Stop. Being. Sorry.”

Your whole body froze as you felt how tense his body was behind you. The tension was so strong, it was overpowering the room, and it was controlling you. Without thinking, you melted into his body, and your whole demeanor changed. “Why don’t you make me, Mister Ackles?”

A growl answered your challenge. “I knew it.”

And just like that, you were done resisting.

Hands landed on your hips, fingers digging into the skin barely covered by your shirt. He spun you around in his arms so you were facing him. You placed both hands on his chest, and barely lifting your head, you looked up teasingly through your lashes. “Are you done talking now?”

“I knew you were a fucking tease.”

And with that, a smile stretched across Jensen's lips. But you couldn’t admire it for very long, because within a second of that smile, his mouth was on yours for a breathtaking kiss. You felt the air leave your lungs as you kissed him back immediately.

His hands gripped your hips impossibly tight, before he let go to slip them under your shirt, his fingers immediately caressing your skin, discovering the new territory. He touched you everywhere, exploring your body as though he couldn't get enough.

After a few moments of admiring you with his touch, his hands dropped back to your ass, and he squeezed it. Still kissing you, Jensen couldn’t use words, but you felt how he exhaled against your mouth, the way his chest rose and fell heavily, his hands almost shaking on your body.

He was holding back.

Breaking the kiss, Jensen placed his forehead on yours and let a sigh escape his lips.

“We… We shouldn’t do that…”

“Do what,” you panted. You couldn't decide if you wanted to stare at his mouth or stay caught in his gaze, “we’re already doing it.”

“We can’t…fuck, we can't be caught,” he insisted. His mouth was saying one thing, but his body was saying the complete opposite as he pressed himself even closer to you, his hands tightening their grip on your ass cheeks.

“We won’t get caught if we stay quiet.” Brushing your teeth against his lower lip, you stepped forward forcing him to step back until his legs met the bed. The same bed you had to do your sex scene on. What an irony.

“So, if you could stop talking and fuck me already, it would be done faster.”

Hearing those words from your lips seemed to turn a switch in Jensen. If he hadn't been completely sure at first about what you were doing, now all hesitations and worries were gone. You didn’t think it was possible, but his eyes grew darker, you could see pure hunger lurking in his pupils as he looked you up and down. And without delay, Jensen let his hands slip under your shirt, pulling it over your head and leaving you standing in front of him in only your panties.

No words left his mouth as he continued to admire you, and you felt a boost of confidence rising in you. It had been so long since someone looked at you that way, with so much need and desire. Indeed, you weren't sure if anyone ever truly had.

It felt good, freeing, to feel sexy and desired by a man such as him. You felt like you had all the power in the world. If you wanted, you were sure you could make him kneel in front of you, and that was an exciting thought.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jensen growled, his eyes not getting enough of you. His hands were already in your underwear, trying to get rid of that last piece of clothing separating him from the full view of you.

“I know.” You said in response to his compliment.

It was out of your mouth before you could think twice about it. Never before had you felt so confident in yourself. It felt so good.

You nodded towards him. “Now. I believe I’m the only one naked.”

“Honey, you’re not naked yet,” He said with a smirk before his hands tore apart your underwear. You gasped, surprised at his strength, and your shyness returned for only a brief moment.

“God. If only you knew how bad I’ve been wanting this." he groaned.

One blink. Two blinks. You were back, focused, confident. You were hot, he desired you, just like you desired him. “Then, show me.” One finger pointed towards him, you pressed on his chest to push him softly. Jensen let himself fall back on the bed and looked up at you.

“Undress,” you commanded.

With eagerness, Jensen removed the baseball hat, throwing it somewhere into the dark surrounding you. Your eyes didn’t leave him once as he pulled his clothes off piece by piece tossing them to pile up on the floor around you, until there were none left. And just as he'd admired you earlier, you stared at him, slowly absorbing all of him.

To say he was beautiful was a weak description. Sexy wasn’t even a strong enough word to describe how he looked. He was all muscles, especially his upper torso; his shoulders and arms were thick and round with muscle. A bit lower, his stomach was soft, but you could see the shades of a six pack moving beneath. And below that, resting up between thick thighs, his cock was begging for attention.

“Wow,” you couldn’t help but stare a little too long. He was big, and just imagining him inside of you had you closing your thighs together and clenching around nothing.

“Come here.” He said, his voice soft, but deep.

Jensen clearly couldn’t wait for you to do as he asked, because he grabbed your wrist to make you move forward. You placed a knee on either side of his hips and sat down on his thighs, soaking them in the process.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. All for me?” His face was hidden against your throat and you shivered, goosebumps spreading on your body as his beard created a delicious burn on your skin. He nibbled your flesh, kissed it and marked it with his teeth.

All you could do as he touched you everywhere with his mouth and hands was to whimper. It was so hot, your head was spinning, you felt him everywhere, like you were slowly becoming one with him. “Fuck, please,” you quickly begged.

“Please what?” His lips curled up against your skin, his hands on your ass cheeks inviting you to grind against his thighs. You moaned again, your head thrown back to give him more access to your throat. “Tell me, what do you want?”

“Fuck,” you croaked out, your hips moving on your own now. Grinding felt good, but it wasn’t enough. It could barely scratch that itch, all you were doing was wetting his thighs more and more, and that was very humiliating. You were soaked. It didn’t help that you were straddling both his thighs, so nothing was pressed hard enough against your core. As you expressed your frustration with a whine, your body showed the same frustration by slowing down.

“What’s up baby,” Jensen whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending more shivers down your neck. “Can’t get off?”

You answered him by stopping completely, your breathing fast and irregular. “You have to tell me. Tell me what you want?” He chuckled and suddenly, you were a few centimeters higher, something strong pressing against your core.

A whimper of surprise left your lips as you understood; Jensen had lifted one of his legs, his foot resting on the bed frame. It allowed you to feel it now, feel the pressure, feel him between your legs. To thank him, you kissed his neck and immediately resumed your movements.

Your teeth sank into his flesh just in time to silence your voice. In this position, grinding his leg felt divine. It pressed at just the right spot, and since you'd already soaked his thigh, you could move easily. Your hips rolled without you even thinking about it, you chased it, the high, the peak, the pleasure, but it could only build up more and more and more… without getting that little explosion you were looking for.

And quickly, you were whining again.

“Don’t forget what I said,” Jensen’s voice sounded against your ear again, so rough you nearly froze.

In your current state of your mind, with a climax that didn’t wanna come no matter how much you chased it, it was hard for you to pay attention and listen to what he was saying. It was hard to even think. But finally, you remembered that Jensen had ordered you to tell him what you wanted.

“Wanna feel you inside me, please Jensen, please, fuck me,” you begged, your voice almost pathetic, you needed it so badly. You kept begging, kissing his neck, trying everything to get what you wanted.

“I love it when you beg me.”

You couldn’t stop moving now, your hips went back and forth on his thigh relentlessly. You lost track of time. It felt like you were on his thighs, begging to be fucked, for hours now. So close but yet, so far from your release.

As you were focused on moving your hips and chasing your climax, everything moved at the same time. You were back on both his thighs, and as you ground forward again, you moved further up on his body, which had you…grinding against his cock.

The sensation was completely different. It was smaller, but his cock slid perfectly between the lips of your pussy and pressed on your clit just the right way. Jensen was half laying down to allow you this position, he was resting on his elbows, his dark eyes admiring the view and your pathetic attempts to cum. Now that you were on his cock, you felt a surge of heat pool between your legs. With this new sensation, you became even more desperate to get him inside you. He was so close.

As though reading your thoughts, Jensen only allowed you to rub against his cock a couple of times before his fingers tightened into the flesh of your hips, manipulating your body like you were just a doll, so he could place you where you wanted to be the most.

One of his hands then left your hips, but you barely noticed it as you continued grinding down against his cock. Suddenly you felt something big pressed at your entrance. But you were so wet, it slipped inside you with almost no resistance. A loud moan left your mouth, surprise and pleasure mingling as you were impaled on his cock, letting gravity bury him to the hilt inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” You bit your lips, feeling so full it almost hurt. “You’re so big!” Pressing a hand to your lower stomach, you felt the shape of his cock under your fingers.

“I’m not all the way in yet.” Jensen said, his voice tight.

Your eyes widened, you had no time to prepare yourself before Jensen shifted slightly and pressed down on your hips, forcing his cock even deeper inside you. He pressed until you were flesh to flesh with him, until he was completely sheathed inside of you. Your vision got blurry immediately; it was too much and not enough at the same time. Your breathing cut off at the same time a long moan was about to leave your mouth.

When you got back your sight, you looked down at the man under you and finally noticed why you couldn’t breathe. A big, warm hand was placed on your mouth, skillfully muffling the sound of your moans.

“As much as I would love to hear you scream," a smirk stretched his lips and Jensen narrowed his eyes. “I can’t let anyone catch us. And you’re awfully loud for a shy, innocent lil girl, huh?”

You wanted to talk back so bad, but even if you didn’t have the hand on your mouth, you wouldn’t have been able to form a coherent sentence. Because the moment he said that, Jensen moved his hips up and your eyes rolled back in your head. God, it felt so good, even your thoughts were being fucked stupid.

“Hmmm…” You moaned under his hand.

“Hmmm…” Jensen repeated. “You can bite me if you need. But do not make a sound. Understood?”

Removing his hand, Jensen waited for your answer. Your head was still floating on a cloud, so it took some time for you to understand his order. Mouth half open, you nodded, agreeing to whatever he wanted. As long as he fucked you. That was all you wanted, all you needed.

“Good girl.”

And that was exactly what you did. When Jensen lifted your hips to allow him some room to fuck up into you, you immediately hid your face against his neck and bit down on the soft spot between his shoulder and his throat. At first, his thrusts were slow as though he was testing you. You suspected it was either to make sure you would stay silent, or because he wanted to be sure you were not in pain. After all, he was so thick and big, he stretched you so much that you did feel like you might rip in two.

But when Jensen understood there was no need to worry, that you could stay quiet and that you could take all of him, he let go.

Picking up his speed to a devastating pace he fucked up into you, his hands still on your hips inviting you to slam down each time he was deep inside of you. And each time that happened, he hit your cervix with a beautiful pain that made you bite him harder, your nails digging into his back, anything to hold back your voice.

But you were losing the battle.

After a few minutes in that position, Jensen quickly pulled you off his cock. A pathetic whimper echoed in the room and you never understood it was you, making all those little noises.

“Hold on," Jensen said soothingly, "you’ll be more comfortable like this."

It was hard to fully understand what was happening, your mind was so fogged up with pleasure and all the sensations happening at the same time. But one moment, you were sitting on top of him, and the next you were laying on your stomach, a pillow beneath your cheek and your hips slightly raised.

You didn’t know what the purpose of the pillow was until he thrusted back inside of you, bottoming out immediately. In the new position, he had no trouble moving, and didn’t wait for you to bite into the pillow, grabbing on to it with all your might, before he began moving.

Already, his cock was going in and out of your channel, so hard, so fast, your whole body was shifting and trembling with pleasure. And without realizing it, you were slamming back against him to feel him hit as deep as possible, just to feel that sharp, pleasure-filled pain you enjoyed so much before.

You didn’t think it could be any better, but then…

Jensen’s voice was deep, rough. He wasn’t talking. He was breathing fast and didn’t hold back his pleasure, you could hear it. Groaning, moaning, swearing.

But for him, your pleasure was more important. He wanted to hear you, even if it was muffled against the pillow. One of his hands slid under your body and between your thighs until he found what he was looking for. And the moment he pressed on it, the moment he started rubbing your clit, the pleasure exploded.

It was too much.

With his arm wrapped around your thigh, and his fingers pressing against your clit, Jensen couldn’t go as fast as he had been, but he kept thrusting slow and deep. His fingers played with your clit, brushed it and made quick circles around it until he found the right movement and rhythm that would make you come apart. When he found it, you could hear him chuckle. Even over your own moans and with a shrill sound pounding in your ears, you could still hear him. And what you heard was Jensen, in his deep, rough voice, ordering you to cum.

It was way too much for you.

Your orgasm had been building since you started, so when it finally popped, it was without warning. Your mind went blank, your eyes rolled back, and your body shook under him. It was so intense, you were sure there were a few seconds where you simply ceased to exist.

Nothing existed.

You finally came back to yourself just in time to feel Jensen pull out of you quickly, and then hot drops of something ran down your ass. Your hearing took some time to come back fully, and there was still the echo of something shrill when you turned your head back to look over your shoulder.

Jensen was on his knees between your legs, his hand on his half hard cock. There was cum dripping down his hand, but he didn’t seem to mind as his eyes were closed and his head bent back a little. His climax was probably as strong as yours.

It took some time to catch your breath. And then, the realization of what happened hit you like a ton of bricks. Panic seized you, you tried to get on your feet quickly but tripped and fell back on the bed.

“Hey, hey,” Jensen was immediately beside you, helping you lay back down on the bed. “Don’t get up too fast. That was fucking intense, you might still be light headed.”

You shook your head. “I… I have to leave…” You tried to get up again, but Jensen stopped you. Not able to meet his eyes, you looked to the right, staring at nothing but the endless darkness of the set.

Jensen sighed and rubbed your arm softly. His hand was warm and it felt good against your skin. You didn’t feel it right now, but you knew you would be sore tomorrow.

“Please, don’t leave.”

Surprised to hear that, especially after what you just did, you turned your head and looked at him with big teary eyes.

“I know what we did was not professional.” He said softly.

You nodded and sniffed, feeling yourself get all flustered the more you looked at him. But not because he was intimidating, his voice was gentle.

It was the softest he'd been since you'd started working with him.

You shook your head. “You’re my boss…we can’t…”

“I know.” He agreed simply.

Feeling slightly better, you sat down but stayed on the bed. Since it was still hard to look at him, you stared at your hands and played with your fingers.

“But Y/n…”

You looked up at him again, feeling so many things at the same time. You were scared of what would happen now. Scared because all you wanted was to do it again. Scared, but also hopeful and good. You felt so good. The afterglow of the amazing sex was still there and very hard to ignore.

“I meant it when I hired you. You are beautiful.” Jensen said with a soft smile.

A shy, answering smile appeared on your face at the compliment, but your eyes stayed sad.

“That’s why, when I saw you," he continued, "I…I knew I'd finally found the lead for the movie. You were exactly how I pictured her. And when I made you audition, the joy I felt seeing that you could act? Well, was perfect."

"But…” Pausing, Jensen sighed again. He seemed at war with himself as he tried to explain. You took his hand in yours to encourage him to continue.

“I started falling for you in a way I knew I shouldn’t.” He shrugged and looked away, his fingers playing with yours now. “And then came the sex scene and I was just. You were doing amazing, but I was so jealous. And pissed. Because I couldn’t help but feel aroused watching you make out. So out of both of us, it's really me that's not being professional. Your scenes were fine, I just…wanted to see you do them again and again. And I kept picturing me-”

“Jensen." You interrupted.

Your head was spinning with everything that was happening. What he just said - it was a confession. You had no idea how a man like him could fall for you, but you knew one thing.

You were falling for him too.

“I don’t know what to do,” his hand left yours to be placed against his face in defeat. “I want you. But also, the movie…we can’t do that.”

“I…” You started, your heart beating nervously with what you were about to say. It could be a very bad idea, but for now, it seemed like the best.

" We're almost done filming, and after the movie is complete, you won’t be my boss anymore, so…”

Jensen looked at you with interest in his eyes. “So…it wouldn't be…”

"...wrong." You finished for him. “And in the meantime, we could just call this…” You pointed to yourself and then to him, “...personal training?”

You grinned playfully. “After all, you just helped me find my inner mistress. I think next time we shoot the scene will be a good one.”

Relief seemed to wash over Jensen’s face at your proposition. “You don’t need me to practice, you have lots of talent, Y/n. A lot.”

Heat invaded your face again at his wonderful compliments. You were not used to that “Not that good. So yeah, I’m gonna need that training. Unless you don’t want to?”

The moment you said that, his eyes grew two shades darker. “Oh, I do want to. Come on, let’s go to my trailer, we’ll be more comfortable…ah…rehearsing more of your scenes.”

“Alright. Let me just find my shirt, since you destroyed my panties.” Thinking about how he ripped the fabric apart made you clench your thighs, your face getting warmer.

“I don’t think you can wait that long,” Jensen said as he helped you get up on your feet. He grabbed the bed sheet to wrap it around you. “And neither can I.”

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zepskies · 5 months

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Hey can you reccomend me your favorite dean x reader au series where dean isn’t a hunter ❤️

Ooh interesting!

So far I've only written one Dean AU: Smoke Eater. But off the top of my head, I have read a few...

Dean Winchester x Reader AU Stories:

(Many of these are on my SPN Fic Rec List.)

Hold On I'm Coming (firefighter!Dean) - @ravengirl94

Dust (Cowboy!Dean)

Dean Winchester Masterlist - @waynes-multiverse - She has a few Dean AUs to check out. I haven't read them all, but I love everything I've ever read of hers!

The Widow - @pink-sparkly-witch - She also has a firefighter!Dean story that I haven't gotten a chance to read yet: The One That Got Away.

The Guest House (Mechanic!Dean) - @deanwritings (In Progress)

Night Falls (FBI Agent!Dean)

Feral (Alpha!Dean/ABO) - @luci-in-trenchcoats - But she also has several other Dean AUs on her Dean Winchester Series Masterlist.

Carry On (Alpha!Dean/ABO) - @acreativelydifferentlove

You're Home (Alpha!Dean/ABO)

Iron Heart (Alpha!Dean/ABO) - @kittenofdoomage

Taste (Alpha!Dean/ABO)

Big Wide World (Alpha!Dean/ABO)

The Dangers of Hope (Endverse!Dean) - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

I can add to this list as I'm able to read more stories! ❤️ This is now included on my SPN Masterlist for future reference.

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fanfictionalraven · 29 days

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Dream Warriors Masterlist (In Progress)

Summary: You close your eyes to fall asleep in the master bedroom of the beautiful home you share with your husband, Jackson Rawlings and your daughter Ella. When you open them again, you’re in the bunker, in the room you share with the love of your life Dean Winchester. Two separate worlds, two very different lives. Both worlds feel equally real. But which one is?

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, other Supernatural characters, other original characters

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of a miscarriage, infidelity, canon-typical violence and peril, implied smut

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (Coming May 4th)

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

#fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #supernatural #spn #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #sam x jessica #cas #castiel #john winchester #mary winchester #dad!dean

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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My MasterList of Stories

Master List part 2

~request are CLOSED

Bones

Once upon a time -I don't write for pan or Gold

Greys anatomy -NO OWEN HATE

Codes:

Smut=❤️‍🔥 Fluff=💕 Angst=💔 Funny=💖 Horror=🫀

🔬Bones💀

Dr. Lance Sweets:

Smut Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Caught in the act ❤️‍🔥

Dating Lance Sweets HC💕❤️‍🔥

Adventures in babysitting💕

You belong with me💕

Lance Sweets as a Dad headcanons💕

Dream Warriors💔🫀

Bones Halloween Special🫀💖

Code baby Part 1 💕

Let me take your pain away💕💔

Dr. Jack Hodgins:

Can't buy me love💔💕

Jack Hodgins Having a little sister💕

What's it gonna take to get you out of his lab?❤️‍🔥

Agent Seeley Booth:

Dating Seeley Booth Headcanons💕❤️‍🔥

Being Seeley Booth's Best friend HCs💕

Friends to Lovers Headcanons💕

The day we met💕

In the name of love💕

Agent James Aubrey:

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance 💔💕

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets part 2💕❤️‍🔥

Smut Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Unspoken desire❤️‍🔥

Dr. Wendell Bray:

Witchy Squintern HCs💕

Dr. Camille Saroyan:

who broke the coffee pot?💖

The Squinterns:

Adventures in babysitting💕

Being Hodgins sister and being a goth Squintern💕

Dr. Zack Addy:

I've got your back💕

Who's got him smiling like that?💕

❤️‍🩹Grey's Anatomy🩺

Dr. Derek Shephard:

Halloween special💖🫀

Injured💔

The Ballad of Jayne💔

Stuck in the middle💔💕

Stitches💕

This is Why I Don't Go To The Gym💕

Baby on the brain💕

Dating Derek after he broke up with Meredith💕

Love at first sight💕

Dr. Mark Sloan:

November Rain💔

Faithfully💔💕

We are family💕

Christmas Special💖

Dr. Owen Hunt:

Trauma 101💖

Dr. Jackson Avery:

Love Story💔💕

Dr. Alex Karev:

Heaven💔

Dr. Miranda Bailey:

Your my favorite💕

Dr. Nick Marsh:

Secrets out💕

🗡️Once upon a time🍎

August W. Booth:

Hidden secrets❤️‍🔥💕💔

Killian Jones:

Smut fic with Killan Jones❤️‍🔥

Prince James:

Hysteria💔💕

🩸Twilight🌲

Cullen family:

Fire safty💖

Going to the zoo💖

Cats in the cradle💕

Being Carlisle and Esme's daughter and having the Volturi wrap around your finger. 💖💕

Cullens:

Emmett McCarthy Cullen:

Next to me series💖💔💕❤️‍🔥

Forever now💕

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter HCs💕

Carlisle Cullen:

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter HC💕

Carlisle as your husband HCs💕

Jasper Whitlock Hale:

Jasper dating Bella's sister HCs💕

Edward Anthony Mason Cullen:

Dating Edward Cullen HCs💕

Crushing on Edward Cullen HCs💕

Rosalie Lillian Hale:

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter HCs💕

Denalis:

Eleazar Denali:

Glory of love series ❤️‍🔥💕💔💖

Dating Eleazar HCs❤️‍🔥💕

Garrett:

Voice of an Angel💔💕

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter and dating Garrett HCs💕

Wolf pack:

Seth Clearwater:

Perfect 💕

Volturi:

The Volturi:

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter and having the Volturi wrap around your finger💕

🧫Ghostbusters👻

Peter Venkman:

When unspoken rules are broken💔💕

Dr. Egon Spengler:

Hold on, I love you💔

Two Nerds falling in love headcanons💕

Ray stantz:

Dr. Jelousey❤️‍🔥

Something strange💕💔

🦁🐍Harry Potter🐦‍⬛🦡

Draco Malfoy:

Say Something💔

Dance the night away💕

Just keeping an eye out💕

The truth doesn't always hurt💔💕

George Weasley:

Welocm to Gryffindor💔💕

You belong with me - part 1💔💕

Fred Weasley:

Being a Potter twin and falling for Fred💕

Neville Longbottom:

Your Breaking My Heart💔

Weasley family:

Being adopted by the Weasleys💕

⚔️Supernatural🌘

Gabriel "the Trickster":

Gardian Angel💕

Hyper girl💕

The Winchester and the Trickster💕

Love of a lifetime💔

Dean winchester:

Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons💕❤️‍🔥

Castiel:

Being in a love triangle with Dean and Cas💕💔

🎶Elvis Presley🎸

Austin!Elvis Presley:

Love me tender💔💕

💥Marvel🦸

Scott "Cyclops" Summers:

Dating Scott Summers💕❤️‍🔥

A not so White Wedding💕

Clint "Hawkeye" Barton:

Secrets out💖

Whatever it takes💔💕

Tony "Iron man" Stark:

All of me💔💕

Bucky "winter soldier" Barnes:

Treat you better💔💕

Howard Stark:

Time In A Bottle💕

Dr. Stephen Strange:

I won't say I'm in love💔💕

Avengers:

Ohana means family💕

Six avengers and a baby💔💕

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In-Air Comfort

Summary - You comfort Dean through his fear of flying.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x OC Andre (platonic)

Warnings - minor swearing, fluff, mention of alcohol

Word Count: 1,167

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too.

Sam had taken off across the country in the Impala leaving you and Dean stranded in Chicago. You don’t know when he left, but when you woke up that morning all his stuff was gone along with Dean’s beloved Baby.

You had spent the last half hour trying to calm down your boyfriend, and reassure him that his brother and his car would be ok. When he finally settled down he called up the telco company while typing away on your laptop trying to get Sam’s GPS location. A few minutes later he hangs up and calls out for you. “He’s in Tampa, Florida. We’re gonna have to hot wire a car, start packing while I do that.”

“You know how long it’s gonna take to drive to Tampa? Why don’t we fly, he’s got Baby there so no point in having two cars anyway.”

“Fly? No thanks. Who cares about having two cars, I’ll just leave the other one in Tampa when I get my best girl back.”

“Your best girl? I thought I was your best girl?” You stroll over to your and Dean’s bed and take your laptop from Dean, searching for flights to Tampa. “There’s a flight in two hours and we can get two seats next to each other. I’m gonna book it. Sam could go anywhere by the time we drive there, this way we have a better chance of catching up with him.”

“I’m not flying, Y/N.”

You can feel his body tensing beside you, so you put the laptop aside and crawl into your boyfriend’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his nose. “Ok, spill it, handsome. What’s so bad about spending a few hours on a plane next to me?”

He sighs as he wraps his arms around your waist and hides his face in the crook of your neck.

“Come on, baby, use your words. Something’s up and it’s more than just Sam disappearing in your car.” You kiss the top of his head and run your hands through his hair. When he continues to stay silent, you say, “wait! Are you scared of flying, baby? My big strong warrior is afraid of spending a few hours in a big metal bird?”

He sheepishly nods, his head still against your neck.

“It’s ok, baby. I’ll be right there beside you holding your hand the entire time. You can squeeze my hand and cuddle me as much as you want. We could even join the mile-high club if you want,” you say with a smirk, even though he’s not looking at you. After that comment though he places a kiss on your neck as he slowly pulls back.

“If that’s on offer then I may have to overcome my fear.”

“Does that mean I can book the flight and we can go get Sam and Baby back?”

He kisses you and nods his head reluctantly, you kiss him back before reaching behind you for your laptop to book the seats. Once your tickets are secured you kiss your boyfriend one last time before getting up to finish packing up and ordering a ride to the airport. When you are almost done Dean drops a heavy duffle on your bed. “What do you suppose you do with these, my frequent flier?”

“I have my contacts.”

“You do realise this bag is full of knives, guns and various other weapons?”

“I know. Just trust me.”

“Fine, but if we get kicked off the plane then just know that you will never get me in an airport again.”

You saunter over to your panicking boyfriend hugging him tightly, “have a little faith in your girl, would ya, Winchester.”

He just shakes his head and chuckles, kissing you as you hear a horn outside, “that’ll be our ride, handsome.” He pulls away and takes your hand in his, carrying his duffles over his other shoulder. He carefully loads your bags into the trunk of the black SUV you ordered, but when he comes back around the side of the car he catches you hugging the driver who is dressed in a flight attendant outfit. Dean clears his throat loudly causing you to pull away.

“Dean, this is my old hunting partner, Andre. Andre, this is my boyfriend Dean.” You walk over to your boyfriend and reassuringly squeeze his hand. “Andre’s a flight attendant now; he helps fellow hunters get around the country. So, yeah, I told ya I had it all under control.”

Dean just nods, eyeing off the slightly shorter, leaner man. “Alright, that’s quite enough overprotective jealousy from you,” you say glaring up at your boyfriend, “Andre has a boyfriend. Speaking of how is Romeo?” you ask Andre.

“He’s amazing as ever. I told him about hunting. It was rough after that but once I assured him I’m not in the big leagues anymore he calmed down. He still isn’t exactly happy about me doing this part either though.”

“He’s just being protective. He loves you. This one can be the same at times,” you squeeze Dean’s hand again, smirking. “Now come on, we better get a move on before we miss our flight.”

You hop in the back of the SUV with Dean as Andre jumps back in the driver's seat. You notice a smug smile on Dean’s lips when you opt to sit with him instead of riding shotgun with your friend. Seeing this, you lean into him and whisper, “you really have nothing to worry about, I love you.”

After not too long you pull up in the staff car park around the back of the airport. You and Dean take a duffle each and Andre takes your arsenal. Andre walks through the back entrance after pointing you in the direction of the passenger’s check-in.

You make your way through check-in and security almost without a hitch, until Dean gets the secondary pat down thanks to his nervous demeanour. You poke fun at him, earning yourself a pat down as well. But thanks to Andre there’s nothing on your bodies to find. The security guards let you go and grab your luggage to make your way to your gate. You still have 20 minutes to boarding so you stop by a cafe and get your caffeine fix and a sandwich for Dean, knowing his hanger would set in if he didn’t eat soon. When you return to the gate with the coffee and sandwich he thanks you and offers you a bite of the sandwich which you happily take, before letting him finish the rest himself.

It’s not long before you are boarding and getting comfortable in your allocated seats, you let Dean have the first choice. He opts for the aisle so he could get up and walk around if he needed to, which you are glad about because you wanted the window anyway, not that you planned to pay much attention to anything besides the handsome man beside you.

When the plane starts taxiing down the runway he grips your hand tight, while lowly humming a Metallica song. You squeeze back, reaching your other hand over to rest on his thigh. “I’m right here with you, baby. Just squeeze my hand.”

The flight continues smoothly, Dean’s hand never leaving yours. Eventually, you even rest your head on his shoulder, sporadically kissing his neck, to provide more comfort and distraction. Once the wheels are on the ground in Tampa he leans over and kisses your lips.

“Thank you for not making fun of me,” he says against your lips.

“Hey, never. Everyone’s scared of something, there’s no use making you feel worse. Plus, you always do the same for me.”

“I know I don’t say it as much as I should but I love you, sweetheart.”

“I understand why you don’t. It’s ok. You show me that you do every day. And anyway, I say it enough for the both of us.”

Once the plane’s completely stopped Dean stands up and grabs both of your bags from the overhead compartment, knowing you’d struggle to reach it. He takes both bags in one hand and your hand in the other, leading you out of the plane.

“It’s officially over, you’re back on solid ground,” you say, squeezing your boyfriend’s hand.

“Can we stick to driving from now on?”

“But how are you gonna take me to Bora Bora for our honeymoon then?” you joke.

“We’ll take a ferry,” he says matter-of-factly, not arguing with the suggestion of a marriage in the future. This makes your heart flutter.

You’ve always known that Dean isn’t the type to ever walk away from the good fight, but you’re okay with that, as long as keeps you by his side. You also know for all legal intents and purposes he is dead, but you figure that if you could be married by a certain angel it would mean so much more anyway. You haven’t shared these hopes with Dean yet though, of course. It’s not that you don’t trust him, you just don’t want to scare him off, plus you know he’d want to be the one to do the asking.

The second you’re out of the airport gates you call Andre to get your bag back, Dean already calling Sam to get his car back. Unsurprisingly though, he doesn’t get a response.

Andre meets you guys in the pickups section in another black SUV from the airport rental company. He drives you to the motel where Dean had last tracked Sam to. Dean lets out a deep sigh of relief when he sees Baby in one piece. Andre pulls up beside her and lets you both out.

“I hope I hear from you again soon, let me know when you and your Boo are gonna tie the knot. Dean and I will be the first on the guest list.”

“For sure! The same goes for the two of you. Take care!” He drives off waving.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

A/N - Let me know if you want part 2 to find out about what's going on with Sam, and remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy!

#dean winchester x reader #dean x you #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff

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Wrapping up the year of 2023! Can you believe? I want to say a great big thank you to the writers on this list for providing such rich stories to get lost in in this whirlwind of a year. I wish I could have read more.

You lovelies know what to do, heed all the warnings, read what you like and share what you love!!

Happy Reading!

2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Bucky Barnes

To Have and To Hold series by @indyluckycharlie Chapters 6-9 Love and obligation. How can you serve one and still save the other? Mafia AU. Warnings: Dark themes. Threats and portrayals of violence, including murder and assault. There are references to but no depictions of noncon. Violent and abusive acts are directed at the reader, but not by Bucky. There is also betrayal, controlling/abusive behavior, death of loved ones/main characters, grief, LOTS of angst, a little bit of fluff, nonexplicit s.mut and sexual references.

Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night. bull rider!bucky barnes x heiress!reader warnings: best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut (riding Bucky) soft kisses, nickname- Sweetheart

Hopelessly Devoted by @firefly-in-darkness You visited the Harvest Festival and your boyfriend, James 'Bucky' Barnes surprised you. Warnings: none, fluffy lovey dovey stuff.

Wild Flowers at Sunset by @princessmisery666 Bucky uses an inopportune time to let you know how he feels about you. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: confident reader, Bucky being cocky (that’s a warning), sex work mentioned, prelude to smut, love confession.

Insatiable by @jobean12-blog Bucky will never tolerate any harm coming to you and he will do anything to protect you. Vampire AU Warnings: soft sweetness, mentions of b-l-oo-d, fi-g-e-r-in-g, p-in-v, Vampire!Bucky bc he's just so hot lol

Dean Winchester

Stay series by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Parts 1 & 2 Y/N knows what she's doing is wrong, but she doesn't want to let it go. Warnings: Cheating. (warning provided in each chapter)

Run Away With Me by @deanwinchesterswitch Timing is everything. Warnings: None

I Promised, Too by @deanwinchesterswitch A promise given is a promise kept. Warnings: Language; Canon typical injuries; Implied sex

When the Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean belongs in the starlight. Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing really. Implied smut, angst, fluff.

Home by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean comes home. Warnings: None. Major fluff. Angst if you squint.

Wish by @thoughtslikeaminefield You want it to be love — but it isn’t. You want him — but you can’t have him. So you don’t want anything. Warnings: sepia-toned angst ™ @boondoctorwho, not my typical Dean, mentions of alcohol, adult language, mentions of sexual activity

Meeting In the Darkness by @princessmisery666 You forgive Dean for what he did when he had black eyes but he can’t forgive himself. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, blood, implied torture, Demon!Dean, MOC!Dean, unresolved angst.

Get Stuffed by @zepskies Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks. Tags/Warnings: Fluff, innuendo, tinge of angst

Sam Winchester

Sam is Wearing Green Today by @princessmisery666 Purely self-indulgent fluffy Sam appreciation. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff.

Run Away With Me by @deanwinchesterswitch He can’t let go. Warnings: None

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Live in my memory, You'll always be there by @princessmisery666 Not long after moving to San Diego with your fiancé, Jake, he’s declared missing in action. The Dagger Squad rallies around you as you grieve his loss, and you grow closer to one particular member of the team than you ever imagined. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, character death mentioned, grief, fluff, unexpected love, smut, loss of parents (mentioned).

Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Don't Speak series by @hoboal87 In the Spring of 1905 the Winchesters, working a case in London, set the sights on Y/N, and decide to make her theirs. Series Warnings: *Rape/Non-Con, Dub-Con, Historical AU, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, Wincest, smut, Stockholm Syndrome, violence, humiliation/degradation, sexual assault. Assume all warnings will apply to each part. Imagine: You Are Dean's One Exception by @zepskies Request: ...what about Sam having a crush on Dean's gf? How would he react to that...

#just a girl reading fics #bucky barnes x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader x jake seresin #dean x reader x sam

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Plastic Hearts – Series Masterlist

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Series Warnings: +18!!!, strong language, 80s Hollywood/wrestling AU, mature themes (incl. cheating, miscarriage, abortion, addiction, the casting couch…), sexism/feminism, self-worth issues, dom!director meets sub!actress vibes, humiliation/degradation à la La-La Land, plenty of praise kinks to go ‘round, slow burn, age-gap, one-sided pining, eventual smut but implied throughout, inappropriate jokes & the darkest humor, a lot of wrestling and leotards

A/N: Oh, you guys will hate me for ever creating this series... How do I elevator-pitch this? Dean’s the only cock in a coop full of hens, trying to keep order where chaos reigns. He’s also a sadistic train wreck (*coughs* demon!Dean 😈) and a fucking eccentric genius with a big heart. Convinced yet? Alright... Ooooh, every chapter is also titled after an 80s song and it’s based on the Netflix series GLOW!

So, c’mon, slide into the Impala with me, and let’s take a wild drive on the 101! 😎🤘

Please read the warnings carefully since this series includes a lot of triggering/controversial themes that I will drag through the gutter. Scroll past if it’s not for you. Thank you!

Main Masterlist || Questions?

1. Holding Out For A Hero 2. Livin’ On A Prayer 3. Separate Ways 4. Every Rose Has Its Thorn 5. Welcome To The Jungle 6. Pour Some Sugar On Me 7. Another Brick In The Wall 8. Hot For Teacher 9. Hungry Like The Wolf 10. The Boys Of Summer 11. Glory Days 12. The Warrior 13. Gimme All Your Lovin’ 14. Can’t Fight This Feeling 15. Sweet Child O’ Mine 16. Things Can Only Get Better 17. Voulez-Vous 18. I Hate Myself For Loving You 19. Hit Me With Your Best Shot 20. Don’t You Want Me 21. Rock You Like A Hurricane 22. Girls, Girls, Girls 23. Every Breath You Take – April 27 24. Don’t Dream It’s Over – May 04 25. Dare – May 11

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Fic Masterlist

Hey gang. I realised that i dont really promote my fics on here and i prob should because this is my fan account lmao. i usually do it on my main just because it has more followers but. most of those people dont follow me for fandom stuff so it doesnt really work. anyways! here is a list of ao3 links and short summaries for all of my fics so far!

A Sweet Surprise - A fic I wrote for Dean Winchesters birthday in January, and the first fic I ever posted!! It's a very short and sweet little one shot about young Sam and Dean. John is away on a hunt for Dean's birthday, so Sammy takes matters into his own hands!

Get Some Rest - A one shot reader insert Star Trek Fic. You are the head of the ecology team on board the Enterprise, and after returning from a mission that did not go as planned, Spock and Jim take care of you and make sure you get the rest you desperately need. Absolute tooth rotting fluff.

Lay All Your Love On Me - Another reader insert Star Trek fic. You walk into medbay to find Bones overworking himself (no surprise there) and try to convince him to take a break. In the process he discovers that you are a very good hugger, and word spreads fast. Basically, it's four chapters of gratuitous cuddling with Bones, Kirk and Spock, sue me.

The Lonely Warrior - My current WIP! Einar, my MCU OC, is a 10 year old Light Elf who becomes orphaned and is taken in by the Avengers. Contains some pretty heavy themes, especially to begin with, but makes up for it with plenty of found family fluff later on! New chapters are being uploaded every Sunday :)

Reblogs are appreciated!!

#star trek #star trek tos #supernatural #marvel #fanfic #fanfiction #fic link

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Secret Santa 2023 Masterlist

A Night By the Fireplace by @fangirlingfromdownunder

Summary/Prompt: SPN Pond Secret Santa: Stuck home because of a snowstorm

I'd Never Leave You Stranded by @samanddean76

Summary : Jared planned a getaway for their Christmas vacation. Jensen arrived the day before, but with the worsening winter weather, will he be able to get Jared from the airport? Or will their snowy adventure be a total loss?

Always Have Always Will by @little-diable

Summary: It's been years since Dean and (y/n) have parted ways, but perhaps this year's Christmas season is finally the right time to find their way back together.

Christmas Magic by @jessjad

Summary: Sometimes all you need is a little christmas magic to help you be at ease with the decisions you made.

The Christmas Present by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Summary: Y/N is beginning to wonder just where she fits into Jensen's life. Is she expendable?

Need by @hoboal87

Prompt: Renewal of Mating Vows

Unlikely by @apocalypseornaw

Summary: It's an unlikely pair. A hunter and a men of letters or is it after all?

Incidentally, It Was Christmas by @ani-coolgirl

Summary: Sam comes out to his brother. Dean handles it about as well as to be expected, and is pretty cool about it--right up until he realizes something rather distressing about himself. That it's Christmastime is purely incidental.

A Christmas Case by @spnexploration

Summary: Dean drags you out of bed to go to a case, ruining your Christmas plans. But does he have a plan to make up for it?

(Don’t) Hurry Down The Chimney Tonight by @talltalesandbedtimestories

Summary: Dean saved Reader from the supernatural on Christmas Eve years ago. Every Christmas since, she has always found a way to show her unending appreciation.

Happy To be Stranded With You by @thepromiscuousduck

Summary: Sam and Dean are stranded on Christmas Eve.

Not So Silent Night by @ladylilithprime

Summary: The hunt was a bust and Dean just wanted to kick back and a bar and pretend he wasn't missing his little brother like one half his lungs. Turns out the bar he picked was a better choice than he'd thought.

The Best Gift One Could Ask For by @heavenssexiestangel

Summary: Dean didn’t expect to spend Christmas with anyone, just like every other Christmas in the past. This year is different, though, and it brings many different things with it - family, hope, a new beginning.

Resurrections and Confessions by @schizonephilim

Summary: The holidays have rolled around again, and Sam finds himself grieving the loss of the angels he never got to have.

Christmas past and giving Present by @a-nah

Summary: The boys hunting for gifts. last minute Christmas.

Snow Globes and Forgiveness by @kickingitwithkirk

Summary: Even with Chuck no longer narrating the story, it’s not a Winchester Christmas till something screws it up.

This is it for the 2023 Secret Santa masterlist!!! I hope you show some love to our wonderful writers!!

For any questions please feel free to ask!

Admins

Michelle - @mrswhozeewhatsis

Marie - @mariekoukie6661

MJ - @thoughtslikeaminefield

Mana - @manawhaat (Founder and Admin Emeritus)

#spnfanficpond secret santa 2023 #Spn Fanfic #Supernatural Fanfic #Secret Santa 2023 #pond events #writing challenge #pond writing challenge #fic exchange #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #lucifer

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Fic Masterlist

Hey guys, just thought I would do a list of all of the fics I have written so far with links and short descriptions! I don't tend to promote my stuff much after the day it's posted so I thought a post like this would do the job of promoting them all at the same time :)

If you want to make sure you never miss when I post/update a fic, let me know in the tags or comments of this post that you want to be added to my tag list!

A Sweet Surprise - A fic I wrote for Dean Winchesters birthday in January, and the first fic I ever posted!! It's a very short and sweet little one-shot about young Sam and Dean. John is away on a hunt for Dean's birthday, so Sammy takes matters into his own hands!

Get Some Rest - A one-shot reader insert Star Trek Fic. You are the head of the ecology team on board the Enterprise, and after returning from a mission that did not go as planned, Spock and Jim take care of you and make sure you get the rest you desperately need. Absolute tooth rotting fluff.

The Lonely Warrior - Einar, my MCU OC, is a 10-year-old Light Elf who becomes orphaned and is taken in by the Avengers. Contains some pretty heavy themes, especially to begin with, but makes up for it with plenty of found family fluff later on! New chapters are being uploaded every Sunday :)

Side Quests of a Light Elf - My other current WIP. A collection of one-shots about my OC, Einar, that didn't make it into the main fic. There are a number of reasons why a story might be in here, including: it is a crossover or AU, it doesn't connect well to the main timeline, or I felt that it wouldn't have added anything meaningful to the main story, but I thought it would be fun to write anyway. These stories are not canon to The Lonely Warrior, but if you like Einar and want to see them being put in Situations, then this fic is for you!

Reblogs are appreciated!! It really helps to support artists and writers that you care about!! Thank you :]

#fanfic #fanfiction #my fics #fic link #marvel fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #star trek fanfiction

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Masterlist

Links broke on the old ones, so here's a single, much more organized new one. All fics tagged appropriately on their respective pages, including relevant content warnings. Enjoy!

The Boondock Saints

Eyes On You - PDA exposes one of Connor's kinks (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Just Being Neighborly - a locked door, a broken elevator, and the beginning of a night they’ll barely remember (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

Getting Mouthy - Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth (Murphy x reader, smut adjacent)

The Grocery List - In which Connor learns not to snoop (Connor x reader, smut adjacent)

Last Rites - the Saints’ final mission (angst, MCD)

Starving - Connor and Murphy loving on their lady (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Two Saints and an Archer - Connor and Murphy MacManus were vigilantes on a mission from God before the zombie outbreak, now God only knows how they ended up with Daryl Dixon, reclusive redneck and crossbow extraordinaire. There’s no doubt the three of them can survive the apocalypse, but can they survive each other? (gen fic, crack, crossover)

Warrior Shepherds - They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

The Phantom of the Opera

Another Alternate Ending - didn't the Persian give Raoul a gun? (gen fic, crack)

Supernatural

A Dangerous Game - Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. (Crowley x OFC/reader)

A Work Of Art - after sealing the rift and trapping himself in an alternate dimension, Crowley gets the chance to observe humanity (Crowley x plus-size reader, fluff)

The Familiar Winchester - a spell of Rowena’s has unexpected results (gen crack, Sam and Dean)

The Fast Lane - After Rowena’s magic brought her back from the dead, Charlie still can’t find any peace. On the open road, with the witch as her reluctant companion, there’s no telling where she’ll find it. (gen hurt/comfort, Charlie and Rowena)

Friction - Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact (Crowley x Gemma, smut)

Geek Squad - It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes. (gen humor, Sam and Dean)

Going Up - "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move." (Dean x Crowley, smut adjacent)

Graceless - After his release from the Winchesters’ dungeon, Crowley’s hold on the throne of Hell is more vulnerable than ever. Determined to strengthen his claim, he seeks to produce an heir with his mistress, young Annabel Allan, a human with no family and a powerful secret she doesn’t know she keeps. (Crowley x Annabel)

Heir Of Nothing In Particular - On the edge of another apocalypse, Cas and Crowley contemplate life, emotion, and all things human. (gen fic, Cas and Crowley)

Hell And Apathy - “Sam and Dean, but not her Sam and Dean…she trusted her friends with her life, and whatever the hell was going on with them right now…they were far from the men she knew.” (demon!Dean x reader x soulless!Sam, smut)

Howling - “The court was nearly returned to normal…as normal as Hell can get, at least…” (gen, Crowley and demon!Dean)

If You Need Anything - when everything starts getting to you, your friend Cas is there to help you keep going (Castiel x reader, hurt/comfort)

Original Prankster - Your favorite fictional hunter turns up in your kitchen, and your boyfriend knows more about it than he’s letting on (Gabriel x reader, crack)

Pie and Produce - kitchen fluff (Dean x Tara, fluff)

Ridiculous And Needy - “You really need to lock your doors. Anybody could sneak into your room and leave a few surprises in your closet.” (Crowley x reader, smut adjacent)

Roadside Assistance - “…when Crowley got the text from the bunker’s other resident, he didn’t think anything of it…” (Crowley x reader, FicFacers 2020)

She’s Buying A Stairway To Heaven - “His grip felt a lot more reassuring than any stranger’s had her entire life, but she supposed being menaced by a girl who committed suicide fifty years prior had a way of making things like that a little less odd.” (gen casefic, Dean and OFC)

Something You Don’t Know - a few mishaps on a hunt leads to a few confessions (Sam Winchester x reader, fluff)

Topeka Calling - Cas has caller ID. That hunter from Topeka has an itch. Dean just wants a refill. (gen humor, Cas and Dean)

Welcoming Committee - A tragedy prompts a new start for Sam and his son Jack (fluff AU, Sam and Charlie)

Why Can't There Be A Santa? - "There's no point in wasting that, because there's no bearded guy in a red suit coming to drink it." (gen fluff, Weechesters)

With The Touch Of A Button - One last End Of All Things, one last solution (gen crack, Team Free Will 2.0)

The Walking Dead

Bad Influence - “Her warmth was sinking under his skin until it felt like a little fire flickering through him…her voice soft and her words so full of that hope he was starting to think nothing could destroy…” (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Blue Into Black - Beth was a good girl, but something about Daryl Dixon made her want to be bad. Sequel to "I Don't Mind" (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Can't Tell Her No - Beth found something in her cell, and she can't wait to try them out (Beth x Daryl, smut)

Caught Staring - Beth goes for a walk in the prison yard (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Entertaining - Beth is expecting two certain someones for dinner, and nothing could possibly go wrong (AU, Brickyl Week 2018)

Get Bit - Maybe if he’d just left that damn door closed… (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

I Don't Mind - He’d never done anything like this before, never had an ongoing thing with someone. Whatever this “thing” was, cause damned if he knew. He’d never wanted to hold someone’s hand before, and he’d damn sure never wanted to kiss someone…not before Beth. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Keep Singing - Daryl in Alexandria (Beth x Daryl, angst)

One More Song - The war is over and peace has been a long time coming, and it comes with someone Daryl thought he’d never see again (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

The Parting Glass - a long night with memories and regrets (Negan x Lucille, angst)

Robin and Marian - They called him Robin Hood… (AU, Beth x Daryl)

Rushing, Racing, Running - They always had to be ready to run (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Take Care Of It - Beth has been thinking about Daryl, and she’s kept it to herself so far. Now, though, she might let him hear about it. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Talk Like That - You don’t talk back to him like that and get away with it. (Negan x reader, smut)

Trade You - “He needed somewhere to cool off, somewhere with a decent breeze that wasn’t crowded with people seeking his attention…” (Negan x Wendy)

Wake Up, Dollface - Negan visits after a shared glance (Negan x OFC, smut)

While You're Awake - Daryl can't sleep, and Beth doesn't want to. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Why Ain't I Running - They never built a wall that high/Or made a chain that strong/And God ain’t never made a place/I felt like I belong (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Support your local scribbler! Likes are good, comments are better, and reblogs are best of all. ❤️

#fanfiction masterlist #boondock saints #phantom of the opera #supernatural #the walking dead #boondock saints fanfiction #phantom of the opera fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 2 years

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Books? I Love Books!

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: Dean wants your attention, and to get it, he decides to read your book out loud. It’s all cute until the story gets more… Spicy.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1783

Warning: Smut, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, teasing, erotica reading

A/n: Y’all can blame @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior for this. I got possessed by the demon of smut!! Not proofreaded! Feedbacks are very appreciated!

It was getting really hot in here.

It all started because of a book you were reading. Nothing more than normal, you loved books probably as much as you loved food. Reading was a way of nourishing your mind, with stories and amazing worlds that only existed through words on a piece of paper.

So, of course, that evening, you were reading a book. Laying down on your bed, wearing only your underwear and an oversize shirt, your eyes were roaming the page quickly as you couldn’t wait to know what would happen next.

You were really focused on the story when a sound was heard. At first, you didn’t even bother looking away from the pages, it was probably nothing. Then, the sound was heard again, louder this time. Pausing your reading, you glanced up to look at him.

Dean was standing in the doorway, sighing really loudly. His eyes were not on you, they were everywhere in the room as he was clearly looking bored.

“Can I help you?” You asked your boyfriend, still not putting down your book. Dean seemed to notice you for the first time and you rolled your eyes playfully as he walked to your bed to sit on the edge.

“I’m bored,” Dean announced, pouting like a kid. It was your turn to sigh.

“Why don’t you watch some porn,” you bluntly told him, a smile stretching your lips as you placed your eyes back on the pages to keep on reading. You thought it would be enough for him to leave, but another loud, bored sigh echoed next to you.

“I don’t want to watch porn,” Dean said and that was enough for you to lower your book.

“Dean Winchester, saying no to porn? Okay, what’s up,” you asked.

Dean laid down on the bed next to you, an arm immediately wrapping around your waist. His head rested against your shoulder. “I’m lonely, you’re always reading in the evening,” he complained.

Okay, needy and clingy Dean was really cute. The hunter was not known to be someone that showed his feelings, so that side of him really caught your attention.

“I would propose you to read with me, but you don’t like that,” you smiled, glancing down at him. You could see him frown.

“What do you mean? I love books!” Dean exclaimed, sounding insulted. Okay, so, yeah okay like that,” he tilted the book down so the pages could be leveled with his eyes. That way, it was now impossible for you to see the words. “I’ll read. Ahem.”

And so, the hunter started reading your book out loud. Each word was sounding beautifully in his mouth, he was being careful to read slowly to not mispronounce a single word. Hearing Dean read was soothing and you felt a strong wave of calm washing over you.

That was until the part.

You never read that book before, so you had no idea there would be some spicy moments in it. And even if Dean didn’t know either, he showed no hesitation in his reading and kept on saying out loud what was happening in the book.

“Slowly, his hand caressed her thighs until he felt her underwear. The piece of fabric was warm, and when he pressed the hand to her intimacy, the man could feel how wet it really was.”

As Dean was saying that sentence, you could feel him shift beside you. At first, you thought it was to get more comfortable, but you quickly understood it was to get access to his hand.

“Index finger traced the path of her folds above her underwear, his touch light. He wanted to hear her, moan, beg, say his name with her voice high, filled with desire.”

His touch could barely be felt. Just enough for your body to activate under his hand, like every time it happened. Everytime Dean did magic with his fingers, making you cum countless of times… only to want more.

The heat was growing more and more uncomfortable the more he read.

“Even when it wasn’t enough for her, the girl refused to open her mouth and beg. But she didn’t need to. Her body was talking for her, shaking with the need to feel more. Have more. Be filled completely.”

Dean was now rubbing slow circles above your clit, the touch just enough to make your toes curl. Your mouth opened to then close immediately, wanting to ask him what he was doing, but also moaning that you wanted more. Needed more. Needed his hand in your panties already, fingering you rough and fast like he always did…

“The man was a creature of desire. Of lust. It didn’t take him more than that to give her what she wanted. After all, he wanted to please her and hear her voice, and the best way to achieve that goal was to stop the teasing. Even if he really enjoyed seeing her squirm under his hand…”

The book was shaking now, probably making the reading complicated, but it didn’t seem to bother Dean. His hand was now inside of your underwear, two fingers rubbing at your clit applying just enough pressure to make you see stars.

“Dean…” You broke, you just couldn’t help it. It was getting harder to breathe, the room was now a hundred degrees, and all you wanted was his fingers inside of you. You needed to cum so bad…

“Hmmm,” Dean whispered next to your ear, his breath tingling your skin. Hearing his name, it was all he wanted, and next thing, he was pushing his two fingers inside of you. It slipped inside easily with how wet you were, and you found yourself spreading your legs to give him more access. “You want that, sweetheart?”

Since Dean wasn’t reading anymore, you put the book away, pages down, and nodded. Biting your lips, you turned your head to the side to look at him.

Green eyes were filled with lust and were staring intently at your body. A low growth vibrated in his chest as he started moving his fingers in and out of you slowly, your body reacting immediately to the touch. You whimpered and bit your thumb, your body arching towards his touch as you wanted so bad to be filled more.

“Please,” it was past the point of shame. Dean’s fingers were too slow and teasing, it was not enough to satisfy you, and you moaned in despair as he kept moving them too softly.

“Please?” Dean groaned, his face now snuggled against your throat. He blew a soft kiss and kept thrusting his fingers inside of you at a devastatingly slow pace.

“Fuck-” you bit your thumb again, the sensation too much and yet, not enough. “Please, need more, need you to fuck me,” your mind was cloudy with arrousal, you couldn’t think properly anymore.

“If you ask so nicely…”

Emptiness filled you when Dean removed his fingers, and the cry of disappointment was louder than intended. But you were not left hungry as a heavy warmth pressed on you, Dean’s body now above yours. You struggled to keep your eyes open as Dean tossed your panties to the side, not even bothering to remove any piece of clothing, and slid his length slowly inside. Your whole body tensed as his cock filled you completely and a long, satisfied moan echoed in the room.

“That’s what you want, sweetheart?” Dean asked, his voice now only a growl. Once he was sheathed inside of you, he waited a few seconds for you to adjust before pulling back slightly. “Want me to fuck you fast and good?”

Your head stuck on a cloud, all you could do was nod again. Nod and whimper softly how bad you needed it.

“Good girl…”

Dean’s thrusts became faster and rougher each second that passed. The bed creaked under your weight, the only sound you could hear beside the naughty sound of his cock thrusting in your wet channel and your moans blessing his ears. It was filthy, the squelching sound of your juice overflowing, but for Dean, it was the hottest sound he could hear with your whimpers.

Because you were still wearing your underwear, you had not a lot of room to move, but it was even better. It felt intimate, you were impossibly close to him. At one particularly rough thrust, you lost your breath and grabbed Dean’s shirt. You were so close, you could feel your release building up in your stomach, the coil tensing and burning, about to snap in a million little shards of pleasure. Your climax could be heard in your voice, because Dean didn’t stop for a second.

He kept the same rhythm, the same angle, and his voice reached your ears with begging of his own.

“That’s it, cum on my cock, please, cum, baby, wanna see you cum…”

You tried to keep your eyes open, but it was too much, and your orgasm came crashing down on you like a wave on rocks. It felt so good, your body started shaking under Dean that was still thrusting in and out of you, but slower, to make your high come down slowly.

“Shit, you’re so hot when you cum, I’m close…”

As soon as he knew you were okay and that your high calmed down, Dean sped up his movement. Still over sensitive from the previous orgasm, you couldn’t help but moan at every one of his thrusts, your eyes half open to look at him.

Dean’s face scrunched and his eyes closed as he buried himself to the hilt, his load filling you up in a long shot of cum. You stroked his neck softly as he came, encouraging him to empty himself completely inside of you.

“Fuck, Y/n…”

Dean stayed above you for a couple of minutes more and you really liked that moment of intimacy. His face buried against your throat, trying to find his breath again, while you caressed his neck and shoulders. Then, he pulled out slowly, and you could feel all of your wetness and his cum leaking down in your already ruined underwear.

Dean kissed your lips, grinned, and then laid down next to you. He placed one hand behind his head that was turned in your direction. “Yep. Like I said, I love books.”

You rolled your eyes, a tired, satisfied, sex high smile stuck on your lips. “I’ll make you read them more often then…”

It was only the next day, when you tried to continue reading that book, that you noticed there was never a sex scene in it.

That son of a bitch made it up.

Forever taglist: @nitnat6245 @b3autyfuldisast3r @eevvvaa @wickedinspirations @fictional-affairs @awkward-and-indecisive @cryptichobbit

Supernatural Tag List: @cryptichobbit @sexyvixen7 @stixnstripesworld @charred-angelwings @treat-winchesterswith-kindness @lyarr24 @fiftyshadesgrl

Dean Winchester Tag List: @akshi8278 @siospins2 @kazsrm67 @wtrpxrks @deanwanddamons @thoughts-and-funnies @charred-angelwings @jensendreamland @deanswaywardgirl @happyt0exist @waynes-multiverse

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deanwinchesterswitch · 9 months

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July 2023 Fic Rec List

Another month of fabulous reads!

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~MCU~

I Never Told You ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Rock Around My Christmas Tree ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Stripper!Bucky x Reader)

Sunglasses and Orange Peels ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

~RPF~

Grandpa Ackles ~ @whatareyousearchingfordean. Author's Summary: Y/n was enjoying her husband’s new style post Supernatural, that is until a certain pair of glasses come onto the scene. How will Jensen feel about her teasing?

Imagine Accidentally Texting The Wrong Number ~ @sincerelysaraahh. (This one came to me via @kickingitwithkirk. However, it was written by sincerelysaraahh, but the original link is broken and I couldn’t find another one. I did discover that there are 3 more parts to this fic.) {Jensen Ackles x Reader}

~Supernatural~

Afraid to Love ~ @sofreddie. Author's Summary: Afraid of love, afraid of the Mark, afraid of the consequences of their night together, she ran. When Dean shows up in her life again, she has to decide whether to accept the second chance she’s been presented with or give in to her instinct to run.

Caveat Emptor ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: Gabriela Cruz invests in a Victorian mansion in the middle of America where the rule of Buyer Beware is absolute. When her twin sister goes missing, a couple of federal agents show up. Lucky for Gabi, Dean and Sam Winchester are on the case.

If You Want It To Be-Series Masterlist ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: When your car breaks down after a hunt, Sam and Dean tow you back to the bunker for Christmas. This time of year gives you and Dean a little courage to be honest about what you both want. And what you want, is for him to see you. (18+)

Imagine Dean getting all flustered every time he comes in to your coffee shop... @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble)

Make it Better ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Y/N is at the end of her rope. Can Dean help her hold on?

Me, Myself and Why ~ @wi-deangirl77. Author's Summary: So I was listening to this song on repeat and couldn’t help but think of good ‘ol Dean Winchester and how he never could get that apple pie kind of life. But I think that he had some special ladies he visited more than once, but told them not to fall in love with him. And this is about one of those ladies.

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Benny Lafitte)

Promise Me ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: No one is guaranteed a long life. Least of all hunters. Dean knows this and so do you. Still, you pull promises from each other to protect the sliver of happiness found together.

Slow Fire Burn ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

~The Boys~

No Title ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: None (Imagine; Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader)

Love Actually ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

On AO3

Independence Dean ~ Author's Summary: Summer is in full pandemic swing and our heroes are going to celebrate the holiday. Eventually. (Dean x Reader)

On Patreon

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Go On And Beg ~ Author’s Summary: Dean Winchester has got quite a mouth on him, and he knows just what do to drive you insane...

It Works If You Believe ~ Author’s Summary: Dean treats Y/N to a piece of vintage jewelry that may turn out to be more than it seems...

Take A Break ~ Author’s Summary: Laundry can be annoying and overwhelming, so it's important to take breaks now and then...

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 21 & 22 ~ Author’s Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man. A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

From the Christmas in July Event

Home For Christmas ~ @fangirlingfromdownunder. Author's Summary: None (Jensen Ackles x Reader)

The Christmas Con ~ @whispersandwhiskerburn. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Reader)

The Gift Box ~ @whispersandwhiskerburn. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Reader)

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #july 2023 #080723

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The Intrusion - Chapter 1

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Life is fine. Life is peaceful. Its just you, and your nice big home, with no one to bother you, and no one to invade your privacy. Until all of a sudden, there is.

Word count: 1,726

Warnings: language, gunshot, bit of angst but we're just testing the waters really.

Crap. There was someone in the house. Your house. Well, technically not your house, not on paper. But no one else lived there, and hadn't in decades, so surely by proxy that made it your house?

Anyway, this was not good. You'd gone over five years living here now, and hadn't had an inch of trouble. Sure, every now and then a lost traveller ended up driving up to the door and stopping to investigate the strange building, but the same ancient technology that apparently stopped call or GPS detection also notified you of their incoming, giving you enough time to shut down the electrics and hide any sign of occupancy.

Not this time. You jumped out of your skin as you heard the thud of the heavy barricade door and the roar of power light up the place. You could hide, sure, but there were only two ways out the building; the front door these intruders had just entered through, and the underground garage, which you hadn't figured out how to open despite all these years.

"Looks like that armoury is gonna be coming in useful after all", you muttered under your breath, sliding your way down the corridors in socks to stay as quiet as possible. By the lack of movement from the hall, it didn't seem like your unwelcome guests knew the layout of the maze of a place. You finally reached the fascinating room, equipped with enough ammunition to destroy New York City, and opted for a smallish hand gun. With absolutely no knowledge about weapons, you couldn't name the piece, but having given pretty much everything in the room a try, you knew this was your favourite.

Sneaking back out, gun poised, you headed in the direction of the voices. Two men, by the sounds of it, who were about as astonished by the place as you had been when you'd first discovered it. As you peered round the solid brick wall into the library you couldn't help but grin at the giddiness of the two men. The tall one with the shaggy hair was marvelling at the thousands of books, gushing about how much lore each contained. The other wasn't listening to a word he said as he attempted a warrior pose with a samurai sword, thrusting it forward and back. Brothers, surely, you thought with a hint of sadness as to how you could tell.

You must have brought your guard down a bit as you lent against the wall, letting the side of the gun clank against the hard stone. That was all they needed to prick their ears up, and the two men suddenly leapt into action, whipping out guns from their waistbands at a terrific speed. As they started stalking towards you, you jumped out, accidentally pressing the trigger and sending a rogue bullet flying into the air. With a shriek, you dropped the gun and froze in panic.

"Hands up!" shouted Samurai guy, looking much less adorable and really quite scary now. You complied, frowning slightly.

"Sorry...I erm...I've never actually shot anything live before..."

The men exchanged cautious glances and the tall one tilted his head to the side. "Who are you?"

You cleared your throat and straightened up a little, remembering where you were. "The occupier of this house, thats who I am. Don't you think I should be asking the questions mister, seeing as you've just broken in?"

He glanced to his right, shrugging before the pair moved to put their guns away. "This is your place?" Samurai doubted.

You shifted on the spot, trying to remain casual. "Well, I'm the one thats been living here the past handful of years, so I'm pretty sure its not yours."

With a smug look on his face, Samurai dug in his pocket and fished out a rather extravagant looking key. "How'd you think we got in then, huh?"

"Whatever," you brushed them off. "Key or no key, you're still trespassing."

"Actually, something tells me you're the one trespassing. The look on your face just then makes me think you didn't even know a key to this place existed." Dammit, tall floppy hair had figured you out.

"I knew there was a key," you mumbled. "I just didn't know where it was, and I knew it was hard to find. Which means if you've got it, you're not just here to grab some shit and run."

"You're right," Samurai stepped forward close enough that you could smell his intoxicating musky leather. "Look sweetheart, its all-well-and-good you squatting here free-rein for a while, but times up. This ain't just some old Cold War bunker, theres some serious shit in here. So how about you do the right thing, and let us take it from here, huh?"

Wow. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? "Serious shit? Damn right there is, and you're a lunatic if you think I'm going to hand it over to you willy-nilly. Don't make me ask you again. Who the hell are you?"

Tall shaggy put a hand on the other man's shoulder and gave him a look. "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to just barge in on your personal space. My name is Sam Winchester, and this here is my brother Dean. We got this key from...well, its a long story, but it was rightfully given to us. The things here, we need them for our work."

You scoffed. "Your work? Wow, I didn't put you down as academics, thats for sure. Especially not you," you sent devil eyes towards Samurai - Dean -, "but if thats the case, you're real desperate for those PhDs."

"We're not teachers or academics or whatever," grumbled Dean, who was clearly starting to get impatient. "We're hunters, and I'm not gonna go into what that means right now, except that you need to clear on out."

Hunters? Wait, you'd read about hunters..."no fucking way," the words left your mouth in an exhaled breath.

"What?" Sam questioned, his face contorting into a frown.

"So it is real. All of it? Jesus Christ..." you couldn't believe it. All the stories you'd heard growing up, you were certain they were fairytales. Sure, being in this place, surrounded by all these books and lore and weapons, all the evidence pointed in the other direction, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Except that now, two strangers were standing in front of you, claiming to be part of the mystery...

"Alright, we've told you who we are. Your turn," Dean knocked you out of your astonishment.

"I'm someone very confused as to why two hunters are involved in Men of Letters business. As far as I was aware, the two never exactly had the closest relationship."

"You - you know about the Men of Letters?" Sam's head whipped from you to Dean, then back to you.

"No shit, Sherlock. I'm living in their old bunker, aren't I?" This was getting ridiculous now. "Look, I take it you two aren't gonna be leaving any time soon, and I need a drink to continue this stupid conversation. I'm assuming you'll join me?" You turned to a cabinet on your right, opening up the doors and pulling out a tray of decanters. You poured half an inch of whisky into three tumblers, sliding them across the table to the intriguing guests. You couldn't help but notice the light in Dean's eyes brighten a little, and you knew the act had softened him a bit.

"You still haven't told us your name," Sam noted as he took a hesitant seat round the table. You downed your drink, pouring another, before you answered.

"Y/F/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N. I had a great grandad or great uncle or something who used to work here, thats how I knew about the place."

"Thats right," Sam hurriedly agreed. He turned to his brother. "Y/L/N, that was one of the men Henry said worked alongside him."

You snorted. "Dude, when I said great grandad or great uncle or something, I meant it. I never met the guy, he died way before I was born. The whole lot of them are extinct, if you believe the stories anyway. And besides, that would make the guy what, like 110? You barge into a care home before this or something?"

"Y/N, what we do is complicated." Dean swished his drink around before sending it down the hatch.

"But if you're related to the Men of Letters, you know that already, don't you?" Sam gave you an unnerving look.

"Look, I'm not actually a Men of Letters, or a Man of Letters, or whatever the right phrase is. Some guy in my family was, years and years ago, and my Dad used to tell me all these stories about him and what he did when I was a kid. He must've hung around this place a lot when he was younger, cos I've had all the time in the world to read these books and the stories match. That's it, alright?"

"They're not stories," Dean growled. "It's all true, and I think you know that, don't you?"

Ahh fuck. Was that creepy or sexy? You downed your second drink to hide the fluster surely creeping into your cheeks by now.

"I've no reason to believe it. I've never seen any of this stuff, I've just read about it. You gonna tell me you actually kill monsters for a living?"

"Yes. That's exactly what we do." Okay, sexy. Definitely sexy.

You took a deep breath, hand hovering over the decanter before deciding against it. You hadn't drunk like an idiot for months now, and you'd be damned before you fell back on that bandwagon.

"Fine. I suppose that adds up. Who am I to argue, huh?" You pushed yourself out the chair with a heave, sliding the decanter towards them. "I'm tired, so I'm gonna go get some beauty sleep. I take it you're not leaving, so I suggest you do the same. You look like you need it." Without making eye contact, you walked as casually as you could towards the door.

"Oh," you called over your shoulder, pausing for a split second. "Don't even think about trying to gut me in the middle of the night. I'm far better with a knife than I am with a gun."

| Chapter 2 |

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