One Shots

Too Long

Words: 2958

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Slight Jealous Jensen, Biting, Hickeys, Dirty Talk, Throat Holding, Semi Public Sex, Talk Of Voyeurism… Think that’s it :P

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Mentions Of Jared Padalecki

Summary: Surprising Jensen at a convention can either go one way or the other, so you decide to test your luck.

A/N: So, this is my first go at writing for Jensen for a little while, and I’m a little nervous, so I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! :P

You know that he’s not going to be ecstatic that you’re here, at least maybe not straight away, but you can’t wait to see him regardless. You’d only had a small part on the set of supernatural a few years back, that was how the two of you had met, but it did mean that enough of the convention staff knew who you were for you to successfully make your way backstage. You knew that Jensen and Jared were over half way through their time on stage, thanks to a few of the guys who ran the convention, who had also pointed you in the right direction.

You quickly make your way up the few steps that lead to the back of the stage, and you peek your head out from behind the curtain. They’re both sitting on those insanely high stools, and Jensen’s wearing plaid today, red and blue, and it fits him like a damn glove. His stubble has started to grow, it’s the perfect length, where the scratch against your thighs when he’s between them is just perfect. And those damn jeans are such a great fit, hugging his bowed legs and pert ass just right. 

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Lead Me Into Temptation

Pairing: Father!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Father Winchester didn’t know what to expect when he showed up here. He also didn’t know what he had gotten himself into when he agreed to bring her back to her parents. He certainly didn’t expect that it would lead him down a road full of temptations.

Warnings: NSFW, lap dancing, grinding, dry humping

WC: 2597

A/N: This is a re-post. It has two parts but I only edited the first one for now.

“Hey, Y/N. There’s someone asking for you,” Jo announces.

Her co-worker has just finished her routine and walks into the dressing room in nothing but a thong and her high heels.

Y/N freshens up her makeup after her set and is about to get ready to face the people and make her rounds. She finishes applying her lipstick, presses her lips together before she asks, “Who’s asking for me?” 

She kind of hopes that it would be one of her regulars. Maybe Jack, because that dude pays extra all the time and he pays for access to the champagne room on a regular basis. She sure could use the money because her rent was due two days ago and she couldn’t make the deadline. Thankfully she could convince her landlord to wait with the collection until after the weekend. She hopes that she can make enough to at least have some extra cash for other necessities, too.

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Valentine Boy

Part 1 | Part 2 Coming Soon

Summary:

You’ve been dating College Student!Jaehyun for a few months now. He’s unbelievably sweet, smart, oh..and very handsome. Best of all, he gives you the best love you’ve ever had. He’s the love of your life and you can’t see anything going wrong as your relationship sails smoothly..that is..until you discover his biggest secret. He’s been hiding the fact that he’s a camboy and you start to wonder..Is Jaehyun as sweet and honest as you think he is?

Pairing: female reader X college student and camboy!Jaehyun

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Chapter Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: cursing, cheating mention, cam boy, thigh riding, daddy kink, oral sex (female receiving) I think that’s it lmao

(A/N: this is a two part series I was really excited to write. It au was requested by @mrssmoon , thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!! There will be way more angst in the next part 😏 but for now, I hope you all enjoy some love from Valentine Boy.)

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“Shit.” You hurriedly grabbed the spatula to turn over the pancake, the smell of burning sweet flour filled your nostrils.

You scrunched your face up in disgust and disappointment.

“Damn it.” You said while tilting your head at the sight of a black and smooth surface, clearly not the kind of pancake you wanted to give your boyfriend for his birthday.

You toss the failed project into the kitchen sink and pour out another spooning batter onto the frying pan, this time making sure to lower the cooking temperature.

Ennio Morricone plays in the background softly while you sway your hips and try to at least fry eggs in separate frying pan successfully. Because despite being terrified of hot oil, you had to do this for the well-deserving birthday boy.

The bacon was already done and the strawberries have already been cut and put on a plate beside a bottle of whipped cream. Everything is almost ready and perfect for the sleeping beauty.

His favorite dark roast coffee was set on the table in a white mug donning ‘My Girlfriend Loves Me So Much She Brought Me this BIG Expensive Mug!” You chuckled to yourself quietly as you placed it down next to a vase of roses.

You zoned in on your blossoming beauty of a pancake, being sure to flip it in time this time.

“Yes!” You smiled to yourself when you successfully slipped it onto the plate and saw its perfectly smooth surface with a honey brown shade.

You were so focused, you didn’t feel Jaehyun’s eyes on you the entire time. He was adoring the way you moved in your baby pink silk nightgown, the expensive one that he bought you and had the pleasure of putting on you the night before. The one that hugged your body perfectly, the one that stopped right at the apex of your legs. But the one that would also catch fire quickly if you stepped too close to the stove and made one wrong move.

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I’m In Love With A Dumbass

Summary - Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N hate each other’s guts. What happens when they have to spend weeks together due to a hunt? Will the hate only grow or will things take a turn in a direction none of them anticipated?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex (y’all are better than this), Oral sex (f receiving), grinding, fingering, making out, fluff, angst, language. Please tell me if I’m forgetting something!

Word Count - 5572

A/N - Written for the lovely @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone as she recently hit 5k followers!! Big congratulations once again!!🥳🥰

I had an awesome time writing this and it was fun to write enemies-to-lovers trope for the first time. The gif I got cannot be posted or tumblr will flag my post. 😬 Thank you for hosting this challenge and letting me be a part of it. ♥️♥️♥️

Beta’d by the absolutely awesome, @msmarvelouswinchester . A big thank you my Chan!!!😘

Please tell me what you think about it.

FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

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Dean Winchester was pissed. He was annoyed, frustrated and furious and every other feeling that came along with it. But mostly, Dean Winchester was done. He was done with Y/N Y/L/N. He was done with this hunt that had kept stretching on. Because that meant he had to spend more time with her. 

Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N were hunters, who were currently hunting a pack of werewolves for the last three weeks and two days all over the States because little brother Sammy had gotten hurt on their last hunt and was left behind to rest peacefully in the bunker, away from her! 

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How it all Began

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

Summary: Wanda and R's first time

Warnings: 18+ smut, mommy kink, praise kink, fingering, oral, overstimulation, cheating, choking

a/n: just want to thank the anon for putting this into my brain in the first place!

4,571 words | Masterlist | Behind Closed doors | Request Open

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When you got home you heard muffled voices in the distance and you figured Wanda was still up watching tv. Like many times before, you felt yourself gravitating towards her. She was on the couch watching a sitcom and her faint chuckles brought a smile to your face.

“Should have known it would be dick van dyke.”

“Hey, milaya.” She mumbled, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your father,” She sighed, shaking her head as she turned her attention back to the screen, “It doesn’t matter, I’m fine.”

She clearly wasn’t but she didn’t have to tell you what he did to make her upset. You already knew from all the times in the past with your mother. It was one of the many reasons you couldn’t fathom why he remarried in the first place. He never made time for her and it looks like he didn’t plan on changing his ways for Wanda.

You walked into the kitchen, opening the cabinet to search for a red wine that you knew she enjoyed. You grabbed two glasses, popped it open, and sat beside her on the couch.

“Sleeping at the office again?” You asked, pouring a glass for each of you.

You watched as she raised it to her lips, humming as she took the first sip. Her eyes met yours, making butterflies flutter in your chest that over time you could only associate with the redhead. You decide to take a sip of your own, needing to calm your anxiety.

“It’s the fourth time this week.” She sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“How do I deserve to be treated?” She whispered.

Her eyes searched yours and you sucked in a break taking a longer sip. The words were on the tip of your tongue but you knew they should stay there, buried deep in the far corner of your mind that held space for the woman beside you.

“Tell me, please?” She asked, reaching out to hold your wrist.

Her hand was soft and grounding as it shifted to meld with your own. It gave you the courage to say what’s been on your mind since you’ve gotten to know her.

“You deserve to be treated with respect, first and foremost. You deserve someone who cares to listen to you and wants to hear about your day. Someone who doesn’t just tell you but shows you how important you are to them. You deserve to be with someone who wants to spend every moment they can with you because you make their day better and brighter.”

You paused taking a shaky breath as her green eyes held a look you couldn’t name. Her lips parted slightly but she stayed silent as you gazed at her. You were the only one who really got to see her like this, hair messy and unkept as her curls stuck out every which way. Not a single trace of makeup which you preferred, because you loved seeing her freckles paint her face.

“Not a day should go by where you aren’t told how beautiful you are.” You confessed.

Her cheeks were tinted pink and you wondered if it was because of what you said or the wine. You ducked your head, feeling heat rise to your own. The rest of the red liquid swished inside your glass and you downed it in one go needing another. Her thumb brushed over the back of your hand and you cautiously looked at her hoping you hadn’t over stepped.

“Carol is a lucky girl.” She said, finishing her wine.

“What do you mean?”

She let go of your hand and reached for the bottle. The muscles in her jaw twitched as she poured you both another glass.

“What you said just now. I hope that’s the way you treat her.” She said, but her voice was clipped as she hid her gaze in the contents of her glass.

You grew more confused as you watched her disgruntled emotions flicker across her face.

“Wanda. I’m not dating Carol.” You said, and tried to search your mind as to why the thought bothered her so much.

“You aren’t?” She asked, tilting her head. “She’s always touching you, milaya.”

“She’s a touchy person.” You countered.

“She likes you.”

You sighed knowing that was a fact but your feelings weren’t reciprocated. You were too busy being completely infatuated by the one person you could absolutely not have.

“I don’t like her, not in that way.”

“Natasha then?” She asked, tapping the side of her glass.

You tried to figure out why she all of a sudden was interested in your dating life. You didn’t expect much of a reaction when you told her what she deserved, knowing Wanda could keep her thoughts close to her chest, but you didn’t expect it to make her pry. You suddenly realized you might know the reason, and you wondered just how many other crappy men Wanda has dated in the past.

“Those words were for you, Wanda. Not anyone else.”

She pursed her lips, running her hands through her curls.

“I don’t like the way she touches you.”

She spoke so softly if you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have heard it. You wondered if she even meant to say it out loud.

Your heart sped up slightly at her confession. You tried to rationalize why and figured she was just looking out for you. She was your stepmom after all, but there was something burning in the back of your mind that told you it might be more than that. Maybe you just hoped, either way you wanted to hear it from her.

“Why?” You pried and set your glass down.

Wanda copied your movements and turned to face you. She reached out to you and your stomach flipped as she cupped your cheek.

“She doesn’t respect boundaries.” She mumbled and the pads of her fingers tightened slightly.

“Are you trying to defend my honor?” You smirked.

Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head pulling away but you grabbed her wrist wanting to feel her still.

“I should be the last person trying to defend your honor.” She chuckled dryly.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, Y/n.” She said, standing up.

You quirked your brow and stood, blocking her exit.

“Wanda, what did you mean by that?”

You could hear her breath hitch and if you were one step closer you would have been able to feel it on your lips. The thought alone made a shiver run down your spine.

“Y/n, I-

Her chest rose and fell as her eyes flickered to your lips. You bit yours subconsciously as your eyes flickered down to hers and before you could utter a word her hand was tangled in your hair pulling you flush against her.

A moan ripped from your throat as her soft lips pressed against yours. She licked your bottom lip and you parted them needing to feel every part of her that you could. Whimpers and moans were muffled between you two as the kiss deepened and every voice that told you this was a bad idea was silenced as she explored your mouth. The faint taste of wine and something that was uniquely hers made your head spin as you tried to keep up. You’ve dreamt of this more times than you could count, but nothing could compare to the real thing. Wanda groaned breaking the kiss and her forehead met yours as you both panted to refill your lungs.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” She said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, It-

“It was a mistake.” She choked out, stepping away from you.

You nodded vigorously, trying to calm your racing heart, and took a step back as well needing more distance so you wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Yeah, a mistake. It’ll never happen again.”

“Agreed.”

You felt trapped in her stare. Completely lost in the woman before you and the lust that swam in her eyes. You knew yours reflected the same and your hands twitched wanting to reach out. She took a step forward but before she could touch you, your phone rang making her stop where she stood. You sighed looking down to see Carol’s name across the screen.

“I should - um.” You stammered and chewed your bottom lip as Wanda’s eyes hardened, looking away from you.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” She mumbled and briskly walked out of the room.

You huffed sinking down onto the couch and decided to call her back later. The last thing you wanted was to pretend you felt anything other than what you did right now. It was without a doubt the best kiss of your life but it couldn’t happen again. She was married to your father, she couldn’t be yours. You chanted that mantra in your head so that your heart would accept it but it only made you feel like shit. You put your phone on silent and went to your room knowing sleep wouldn’t come easy to you tonight.

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You tossed and turned frustrated beyond belief. No matter what you tried, you couldn’t get Wanda out of your mind. You turned on the lamp, casting your room in a soft glow, and took out your phone. Notifications from Natasha and Carol stared back at you. You sighed reading as they tried to talk you into going out tonight before eventually giving up, and wishing you a good night. You sent them both back a reply and scrolled mindlessly on your phone.

You were growing restless and bored thinking it might be a good idea to try sleeping again. Just as you were about to turn off your light, your door opened revealing Wanda on the other side in nothing but her nightgown. You’ve never seen her without her robe and it left nothing to the imagination.

“Talking to Carol?” She asked, sitting down beside you on the bed.

“You really don’t like her do you?”

You tried not to focus on the way the fabric rode up her thigh and how soft her skin looked. Never in a million years would you understand how your father preferred sleeping in his office and not beside her.

“I already told you. I don’t like the way she touches you.” She said, running the pads of her fingers along your thigh. “Her hands stay glued to your body. It pisses me off.”

You swallowed thickly as her nails dug in slightly, causing a steady pulse to beat between your thighs.

“Hmm, seems like the pot calling the kettle here.”

“Maybe, but you like it when I touch you, milaya.” She said, watching as goosebumps trailed after her fingertips. “I know for a fact you don’t like it when she does, and that was before you told me you weren’t together.”

Her hand met your inner thigh and you sucked in a breath as she traced along the edges of your shorts. She licked her bottom lip, raising her hand higher and you reached out to stop her as the heat between your thighs became too much.

“Wanda. You’re not helping with the whole ‘it can’t happen again’ thing.” You whispered.

She kept it still, flexing her fingers as she raised her free hand to cup your cheek.

“I know, but I can’t help it. I can’t stop thinking about how your lips felt on mine.” She mumbled, swiping her thumb along your bottom lip.

“Neither can I.”

Your phone lit up beside you and Wanda narrowed her eyes as you reached for it.

“Leave it.”

“That would be rude.” You teased.

Wanda growled tangling her hand in your hair, and crashed her lips on yours. You moaned as she took over the kiss, nipping your bottom lip as she sucked it between her teeth. Her hand raised to your chest, pushing you down against the bed as she straddled you.

“I said, leave it.” She growled against your lips.

You nodded chasing after them, loving the sound of her whimper as you slipped your hands underneath her nightgown. Her tongue flicked against yours and you tightened your hold on her waist running them down her sides. You cupped her ass in your hands, squeezing the way you’ve always wanted and the heat between your thighs burned as she parted her lips to let out a sinful moan.

‘Fuck, detka. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” She said, kissing the side of your jaw as she trailed them down to your neck.

“How long?” You whimpered as her teeth scraped against your pulse.

“The moment we met. I touched myself to the thought of you the second your father went to sleep.”

Your breath hitched as warm heat pooled in your underwear from her confession. Her thigh slipped between your legs and you sighed at the tiny bit of relief it gave on your throbbing clit.

“You were so cute in that little black dress. All I could think about was ripping it off you,” She husked, moving her hips to thrust against you. “When you acted like a brat, all I wanted was to bend you over my knee.”

“Wanda, fuck.” You moaned, raising your hips to meet her thrusts as she sucked your lobe between her teeth.

“I came so hard, milaya. You have no idea how badly I wanted to go to your room that night and every night since.”

“I wish you would have.” You panted, as she leaned back and smirked down at you.

“Yeah?”

“I wasn’t a brat because I didn’t like you. I was - I was jealous.” You huffed, biting your lip.

Wanda’s hooded eyes flickered down to the movement. Her thumb pulled it from between your teeth, and you whimpered as she pushed it past your lips and into your mouth.

“My poor, baby. Wanted me all to yourself?”

You nodded, feeling your walls clench around nothing as she pressed it against your tongue. You whined against her thumb needing her to touch you and she pulled it out, chuckling as she ran it over your lip.

‘What do you need, baby?”

“You, just - please.” You whimpered.

She lifted her thigh, sinking her hand in between to cup your center.

“You’re leaking through your shorts, baby. Get this wet for anyone else?” She asked, pushing her thumb against your clit.

“N-no.”

She hummed, kissing the corner of your mouth before lowering down to place one against your chest. She pulled down your shirt, running her lips against the swell of your breast. She smirked as you shivered and sucked hard, humming as you pushed against her hand.

“Please, Wanda.”

“Patience, babygirl. I want this off.” She said, pulling against the fabric.

You whined as her hand left your center and sat up fast ripping it off you. She pushed you back down and her lips wrapped around your pebbled nipple. She ran her tongue over it, looking up at you through hooded eyes.

“So sensitive.” She teased, scraping her teeth against it before sucking hard and letting it go with a pop.

“Fuck, Wanda.”

“I’ve dreamt of seeing you like this.” She pulled your shorts down your thighs and you raised your hips, blushing as she threw them to the floor and spread your legs.

“So wet, milaya. Is this all for me?” She cooed, rubbing the wetness coating your skin.

“Yes, all for you. Please I need you.”

She chuckled brushing her fingers against your folds, teasing you as she spread them apart.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby. Has that touchy little cunt ever touched you here?” She asked, circling your clit.

You moaned shaking your head as you rolled your hips.

“Don’t lie to me.” She growled, smacking your clit.

“Shit! She hasn’t I promise.” You whined.

Her hand wrapped around your throat and you whimpered as she squeezed.

“And she never will. This pussy is mine now, do you understand baby girl?”

“Yes, Mommy.” You moaned.

Her lips parted and you blushed not having time to take it back as she thrusts her fingers inside your pussy without warning.

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s right, detka. Mommy wants to hear how good she’s making you feel.” She growled, curling them against your walls.

“So good.” Your head flew back as she spread them inside you, the slight sting made a high pitched moan rip from your throat as she fucked them deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

“So tight, malyshka. Mommy’s going to have so much fun stretching you out with her cock.”

You moaned chasing her fingers, the coil in your lower belly tightened and you knew you weren't going to last. The thought of her fucking you with her strap made your walls flutter and your clit twitch underneath her thumb.

“Someone likes that idea.” She smirked, twisting, and curling until she found the spot she was looking for. Your back arched as you let out a cry, and she pounded them harder, curling against the spot with every thrust.

“Mommy please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?”

“Go ahead, detka. Cum for mommy.” She smirked.

You had no time to notice the mischievous glint in her eyes as your walls clamped down around her fingers. You moaned her name as your body spasmed underneath her.

“So pretty when you cum.” She husked, “Mommy wants to see it again.”

You choked on your moans as she pushed another finger past your center. Tears threatened to spring from your eyes as she stretched you open, scraping her fingers against your aching walls. You pushed against her hand but she grabbed it tight, pinning it to the bed as she fucked into you harder.

“You can take it, malyshka.” She groaned. "Gonna be a good girl for me?"

“Yes, Mommy. I'll b'good."

She kissed the column of your throat, smirking as you bucked your hips uncontrollably against her.

“That’s it, fuck mommy’s fingers like a good girl.”

You whimpered at her praise, digging your nails into her shoulders as tears flowed down the sides of your face. Nothing’s ever felt this good and you had a feeling nothing ever would again.

“Taking me so well, detka. You feel so good.”

“I - fuck!”

Her thumb flicked your clit, pressing hard against it as she spread your cum around the swollen nub. Wanda smirked feeling your walls tighten around her and flicked it again as you cried out.

“You want to cum for me? Gonna soak mommy’s fingers?

“Yes s’close.”

“Give mommy your cum.”

You choked on your moans running your nails down her back as she bit down hard on your neck, sucking the skin between her lips. White heat spread throughout your body as you came harder than you ever have. Your cum flowed onto her hand, running down her wrist. You whimpered as she pulled back, watching as your clit twitched and more cum dribbled out onto her fingers.

“Shit, Y/n.” She groaned, slowly pulling out only to thrust back inside as your walls twitched around her. “Your pussy's drooling, malysh. So swollen and puffy.”

She leaned down, kissing your lips chastely slowly thrusting as she moved down your body. You whimpered as she sucked your nipple, scrapping her teeth against it, making you hiss and buck as she bit down. She looked up at you through hooded eyes and you sucked in a breath as she slowly pulled out.

“Clean off your mess, detka.”

You opened your mouth as her fingers traced your bottom lip. You flushed at how drenched they were, sucking them into your mouth as you moaned at your taste. Wanda whimpered, pushing them deeper as you licked them clean.

“So good for me." She whispered, pulling them out.

She sucked marks into your flesh making her way down to your hips. You moaned as she flicked her tongue on your lower belly, and placed a soft kiss as your muscles twitched.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She hummed, spreading your thighs wide as she leaned down to kiss your clit. “all mine.”

“Mommy.”

“Hush, baby. Mommy’s got you.”

She sucked the aching nub between her lips, holding you down as you squirmed. She let it go with a pop, licking hungrily through your folds. She moaned against you, sucking your lower lips before lowering her tongue, licking against your hole.

“Mommy please, too much.” You whimpered as green eyes met yours sharply.

“I’ll tell you when it’s too much, detka. Now be a good girl and fuck mommy’s face.”

You groaned as she pushed the tip of her tongue slowly inside your pussy, tightening her hold on your thighs as she sunk her entire length inside you.

“Oh shit.”

Your hands tangled in her hair as you bucked your hips, crying out as she curled her tongue. She trailed her hand up your front, cupping your breast, pinching your nipple between her fingers as she bobbed her head.

“Oh go, oh fuck.”

You lost your rhythm, thrashing your hips getting lost in the pleasure of her being between your legs. It became too much when she tugged your nipple and curled her tongue in time with your thrust. Your walls clamped down painfully and you came with a cry as she moaned against you.

You sank into the mattress, panting as sweat dripped down your brow. She pulled out slowly and you opened your eyes, whimpering as she kitten licked your pussy, drinking every last drop.

“Too much, please mommy s’too much.”

She chuckled and kissed your clit once more before crawling up your body, leaving wet kisses against your skin.

“Fucking delicious, detka.”

She nipped your bottom lip, parting your lips with her tongue. You moaned tasting yourself as she deepened the kiss, lightly squeezing your throat. You tugged against her nightgown wanting it off but she smacked your hand away

“Off.” You whined.

“Is that any way to ask?” She said, quirking her brow.

“I'm sorry. Please, mommy. Let me see you.”

"Ok, malysh." She said, shifting against you as she straddled your hips. She held the fabric in her hands, slowly raising it above her head.

Your mouth watered as every inch of her was revealed and you reached out holding her sides not able to help yourself. She smirked grabbing your hand and you thought she was going to smack it away again.

"Don't pout, baby. Don't you want to touch your mommy?" She cooed.

“Yes, I want to touch you, Please mommy.”

She chuckled darkly and rose it slowly to her breast. You squeezed her flesh in your hand and your breath hitched as she let out a breathy moan. Her hips rocked against you, and your mouth grew dry feeling her wetness spread over your mound.

"So wet." You whispered.

"I'm always wet for you detka." She moaned.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she grabbed your other hand lowering it between her thighs. She raised slightly and you cupped her center feeling exactly how wet she was as she leaked into the palm of your hand.

“Show me what you’ve been wanting to do to me.” She husked.

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and glided your fingers through her drenched folds.

"Don't make me wait. I've waited long enough."

The needy whimper that fell from your lips made your cheeks flush, and you sank two fingers inside her center. Your moans blended together as you pushed in deeper, twisting them to feel every inch of her. You could have came from the feeling alone.

“Mmm, fuck detka.”

You clenched your thighs, as she looked down at you with hooded eyes. You thrust deep, in awe as her head flew back.

"Fuck." You choked out.

You sat up suddenly, wanting to fuck her like you've been wanting to, and flipped her around pushing her back against the mattress. Her gasp was cut off by a throaty moan as you added another finger, curling them as you fucked them hard inside of her. Her walls fluttered and you leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans as your thumb met her clit. She raised her hips pushing you in deeper and you bit her bottom lip pulling away as she grabbed your throat.

“Just like that, malyshka. Fuck mommy.”

You doubled your efforts, wrapping her leg around your waist as she rolled her hips faster and scrunched her face in pleasure. You almost couldn’t believe you were seeing her like this. You watched mesmerized as her breasts bounced with every thrust you made and your walls clamped painfully around nothing as she raised her hand to touch them. Her nipple rested between her fingers as she pinched and pulled, as you pounded into her with everything you had.

“Shit, so good, fuck.”

You twisted your fingers smirking when you pressed against her walls making her cry out as you found the spot that reduced her to nothing but moans. Her grip on your throat fell to your shoulder as her walls tightened and fluttered around you.

“You gonna cum for me mommy? Cum on your babygirls fingers?"

“Yes, don’t stop. Harder detka. Fuck mommy harder.”

You leaned down kissing her flushed chest as her hips lost their rhythm. You ignored the strain in your muscles and pounded harder inside her as guttural moans ripped from her throat. Your name fell from her lips in a chant and you watched completely spellbound as her face twisted and she came with a cry on her lips. You slowed down your thrust but kept them hard, loving the way her breath hitched.

“Shit, detka.” She panted, pushing against your wrist.

“That good?” You smirked.

She narrowed her eyes playfully and smacked your ass.

“Yes, Y/n. That good.”

You cupped her breast loving the weight of them in your hands. She smiled up at you as you bit your lip and swiped your thumb softly against the hard nub.

"Will you stay?" You whispered.

"Yes, detka. We have all night." She said, grabbing your hips.

“Technically we have all morning too. He won’t be back until noon.”

“Hmmm, if we’re lucky he’ll choose to sleep in the office again.” She smirked, moving you against her in a steady rhythm. You sucked in a breath when your clit dragged against her stomach.

"Mommy, no more." You gasped.

“Don’t be like that, baby. Mommy wants to play with you some more.”

“I’m still sensitive.”

“I don’t care. I’m not done with you yet.”

She grabbed your neck and pulled you down into a soft kiss. You pulled back in a daze, slowly thrusting your hips as she moved her lips against yours.

“Remind me, detka. Were you talking to Carol or Natasha when you said you wanted to be fucked until you couldn’t walk?”

“How did you-

“You leave your door open when you’re on the phone. Now be a good girl, and ride mommy’s fingers.” She growled, sinking three fingers into your twitching heat.

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a/n: sigh. I love stepmom Wanda sm. Hope you enjoyed it!

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Unconventional

Summary: Dean and Y/N are on their very first vacation together. Unfortunately, Dean forgot his swim trunks at home. Y/N finds an alternative that leads to some fun for both of them.

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for the season 15 finale, explicit sexual content, some dom!Dean, oral sex (both male and female receiving), 69, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), choking, cum shot, cursing, the Rhonda Hurley story

Square filled: Wedding @spnmixedbingo​ 

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not read if you are under the age of 18! I wrote this for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​‘s Make-Me-Horny challenge. Congratulations again on reaching this wonderful milestone ❤ I hope you like my contribution to your challenge! 😊 In the gif that I received, the man has longer hair. So, I decided to let Dean grow out his hair for this fic 😉 You can see the gif in the according scene down below. Dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89​ 😊

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“Find anything?”, Dean asked, his gravelly voice bouncing off of the hotel room walls.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, kicking the door shut with her sandal-clad foot. She was holding a paper bag, her eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. “They didn’t have a lot of variety, so… Don’t get mad.”

He arched an eyebrow at her, snatching the shopping bag from her hand. After taking a single look inside, his face was quick to fall. “What’s that supposed to be?”

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Thanksgiving Dean

Pairing:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Another holiday has arrived.  

Rating: Explicit

Regardless of rating, this is an 18+ ONLY blog.   

Word Count: 1680

Squick Warnings:   None

Note: Please don’t steal my writing.  I worked hard on it.  My work cannot be reproduced or posted by anyone without my express, written consent. Reblog is great!  Copy and paste is theft.     ALSO: I have a serious issue with tense.  Please forgive me.

Summary: Thanksgiving is here and Dean is looking forward to a day full of…being full of food.

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She // f.w.

— “She lives in daydreams with me.”

summary / fred weasley cannot stop thinking about his best friend, y/n y/l/n. after months of seeing her in the arms of another man, she shows up at his door.

word count / 4k

warnings / 18+ nsfw. smut. masturbation (male), oral sex (fem recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it up babes)

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Fred laid back on his bed, resting his head on his pillows as his mind wandered far away from his bedroom. He had discarded his shirt somewhere along the floor as he grew hot with the thoughts swarming his mind. The grey sheets of his bed were underneath him, leaving him fully exposed on his bed. 

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mark smut where he walks in on u, his friend, masturbating

I'm sorry because I would like to make this gender neutral but i didn't do it, so feel free to ask again if you want other pronouns, I'm using a female reader, tho.

Pretty Little Girl

Pairing: idol! Mark Lee x female reader

Warnings: it's more of a disclaimer, I'm a really soft stan, so this might turn really disappointing because I'm just making it suggestive i guess, I'm sorry in advance for that. Also I'm a sucker for tittles inspired by song names so I'll leave the song too although it doesn't match the vibe at all. Allow me to re-think this and I'll make a part 2 with the actual smut.

Mark had been waiting for months the day someone would tell him that he would finally have a day off. He loved the feeling of making his dream come true and the love his fans gave him made it worth it every day, but he could barely remember the last time he was able to sleep properly, and he had been struggling with a feeling of loneliness for some weeks now, all he wanted to do was to be with his friends, to have a day where he could watch a movie and don't move from the couch at all. But mostly, he missed his best friend.

It would be a lie if he said he was trying to keep in contact, but it wasn't because he didn't want to, rather that he couldn't manage to do everything at once, the day only had twenty four hours, after all, and he was busy twenty already.

So, after months of nonstop promotions and comebacks, he got told that he could take a weekend off. It was a blessing, he thought. It wasn't enough time to go back home as would've wished, but it was enough time to surprise his best friend with an spontaneous movie night.

He brought face masks, snacks and wine, and didn't bother to call before, he figured that even if you were busy, he could use the key to the apartment that you once gave him in case of emergency and sleep until you were back.

He entered the building confidentiality, and opened your door only to be met with complete darkness. He called your name and when he wouldn't hear an answer, he went straight to your bedroom, he thought about calling you before he fell asleep on your bed.

But Mark wasn't ready for the heavenly view he got as soon as he opened the window. You were biting your lip, with your eyes shut while your delicate hands caressed your crotch through your lacey panties. Soft whimperz came out of your mouth, and he instinctively slide his hands into his quickly growing bulge.

He had often thought about kissing you, because he couldn't really understand if he had feelings for you, and he figured that kissing you was the only way to know, but having you like that in front of him, he was sure then that he definitely felt something. Nevertheless, he was a little bit embarrassed because he never thought he'd be the kind of guy to masturbate to the sight of a girl he was essentially spying.

“Oh, Mark”

When his name came out of your mouth in such a naughty way, every hint of embarrassment and doubt he was having faded immediately. His hands left his cock and he wondered if you could have heard him entering, but when he realized your eyes were still closed, he realized, too, that maybe he wasn't the only one feeling something for the other.

He tried to think of a smooth way to make an entrance, and thought of maybe closing the door so he wouldn't be that perv. He silently did and proceeded to call your phone, and you picked up, a little bit pissed to be interrupted but too nice to not do it.

“Are you busy?”

“Uhm, just in the middle of something”

He opened the door again, eyes dark and full of excitement

“Yeah, that's what I heard” as he rushed to finally connect your lips with his.

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A.N: i am physically incapable of writing smut but I'm trying again soon, i didn't want to take longer without answering this request because it had been sitting in my asks for a while. I SWEAR I *WILL* MAKE A PART TWO JUST LET ME GET MENTALLY READY. If you can bear with my slowness, feel free to request.

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Masterlist for all Soulless!Sam x Reader stories

💦 story contains smut

💥 story contains non-con/dub-con (demon!reader on Sam)

You are mine 💦

Coldhearted

Tight blue jeans 💦

Cramped 💦

Mini-Series

Cold but honest

Cold as ice 💦

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How Many More Times 💦

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Desperate Souls 2 💦

Desperate Souls 3 💦

Desperate Souls 4

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Abandoned Souls (1) 💥

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