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Something More

Summary: Based on 11x04 “Baby.” Dean and Y/N are on a hunt together. When there is no motel around, they spend the night in Dean’s precious muscle car. They talk about secret dreams and fears. Will it turn into something more than a late night talk between hunting partners?

Pairing: Dean x female Reader

Category: Smut, angst, and fluff with a side of humor, 18+

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, squirting, penetrative sex, imperfect sex, Dean’s self-hate, swearing, mutual pining

Square filled: Sex in the Impala @spnmixedbingo

A/N: This story contains smut! Do not proceed if you are under the age of 18! I hope you enjoy!

Dean Winchester Masterlist

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Dean parked the Impala in a secluded, hidden area, sighing in defeat. He wasn’t ready to sleep yet, but he needed some rest from driving all day. His muscles felt stiff and sore. Just a few hours of lying down would be enough.

The green-eyed Winchester had a bad habit of not sleeping much. He was tired and troubled, especially due to the fact that he didn’t have many things in life to keep him happy.

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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!!!😘

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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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Mine

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: SMUT (this is R-rated so please please do not read if you are under 18) - light bondage, unprotected sex, fingering. Some fluff, some angst. Jealousy.

A/N: Every now and then I find some extra time, and thankfully inspiration, to write so yeah this happened... enjoy!

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Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Here’s my full Masterlist if you’d like to read more!

“That was…” you trailed off in a breathless huff, looking up at the ceiling of Dean’s bedroom.

He chuckled, “I know. We should do that more often.”

It was the third night in a row that you’d found yourself in Dean’s room. The past week and a half had been surprisingly uneventful and after a few days of teasing each other, you’d finally given in and once again added benefits to your strange friendship. Strange because, while you’d known each other for a while, you’d fallen in love with Dean long ago. Not that he noticed, or if he did he certainly didn’t seem to care about you in the same way. Sex was the furthest your relationship with him ever went, having started off in a drunkenly manner years ago. For you it had been the best and easiest thing in the world, and it had given you hope you’d never allowed yourself to have before although all of that was quickly squandered as the following day Dean acted as though nothing special had happened and you’d soon learned that all he was willing to give you would be scattered nights of mind blowing pleasure followed by uneventful days of simple friendship. Knowing that the occasional steamy encounter in the middle of the night was as far as you would go with him, you let it happen for a couple years but lately your feelings had become too much to bear and you’d decided to quit him, cold turkey. He didn’t question you whenever he made a move and you came up with some lame excuse to not visit him, or have him visit you, that night – something you were grateful for. That had started months ago and thankfully, in an odd and definitely selfish way, cases had been popping up left and right which allowed you to keep your mind and body occupied. That was until last week when everything suddenly went cold, no supernatural happenings came up and you were all forced to stay in the bunker for days on end. It was in that quiet loneliness that your weakness seeped through the cracks and before you knew it, you once again found yourself tangled in the dark sheets covering Dean’s bed.

Your eyelids began to feel heavy and you felt yourself falling asleep when you felt Dean stir next to you. Suddenly, his arm draped over your middle and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, having fallen asleep immediately. Startled, to say the least, you were immediately awake once more and remained that way for at least an hour after Dean had begun to snore softly next to you. The butterflies in your stomach had been going berserk and you felt as though your chest might explode with excitement. In all of the time you’d been having this strictly physical relationship with Dean, he’d never once done anything quite so intimate and the little flicker of hope you’d given up on years ago resurfaced yet again. Eventually, you fell asleep peacefully imagining a life in which maybe, just maybe, Dean could finally be yours.

The next day you were awoken by the lack of heat around you. The light in the bedroom was dim as your eyes fluttered open and you realized that Dean was no longer next to you. Unsure of what to do, you decided to head to your room and then take a quick shower. Afterwards, while eating cereal and watching one of your favorite shows, Sam had returned from his morning run and showered, and you’d still yet to see Dean. He was gone most of the day, which made you begin to wonder if something had happened while you were asleep. You didn’t want to think anything bad of him so you chose to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, choosing instead to daydream about what an actual relationship with him might be, even when he returned in the late afternoon and suggested you all go to a nearby bar to have a drink. From the moment he’d come back into the bunker, he’d been acting nonchalant, though somewhat distant to you but you were unsure if that was just your insecurities making you doubt the connection you’d felt to Dean last night. It wasn’t until you arrived at the bar and saw Dean openly flirting with just about any pretty young thing in the place that you realized what an idiot you’d been. Of course he didn’t feel anything like you had last night, he’d just been sleeping and subconsciously must’ve mistaken your body for a pillow or something while just getting comfortable in his sleep.

That night you drank an obscene amount of alcohol, having started with a beer or two before moving on to hard liquor, anything to numb the pain you felt deep within your heart. Somehow, probably thanks to Sam, you’d made it back to the bunker and in the dark loneliness of your own bedroom you chastised yourself and cursed the feelings you had for a man that didn’t think of you as anything more than just a plaything he could pick up whenever he wanted. Stupid, hopeful, naive idiot. It had to stop, you told yourself. If Dean wasn’t able to give you what you needed, you’d find the strength to turn him down and do anything at all to stop those ridiculous feelings you had for him, once and for all.

The following day, Sam came to you with a case he’d managed to find. You were so grateful to have something to work on that would allow you to put emotional distance between you and Dean that you didn’t even bother asking for any details further than where the case was located and when you’d be leaving. Not long after, you found yourself in the back of the Impala, listening to one of Dean’s five records as you all made your way to Trail Creek, Indiana where women had been going missing for a few months now. It wasn’t until two of them were recently found with their throats ripped out that the police had finally decided to link the cases and make them public. The drive was quicker than you’d thought it would be and soon you were left alone in the motel to do research on the victims while Sam and Dean went to the last place a number of the victims were last seen, a male strip club of all places.

The further you dug into these womens’ lives, the more you realized that their disappearances were completely random. There was no pattern, no physical similarity, no link among them other than the club they’d visited. When Sam and Dean returned, you showed them all the evidence you’d collected and the three of you sat around the room, poring over every statement and clue to try and find who had taken these people.

“I don’t know, guys. I really can’t find anything to link any of our vics,” you sighed. Your vision began to blur as your eyes became tired.

Sam agreed, “me neither. Honestly, I still think we’re looking for a vamp nest but I can’t find anything around here, not even a place where they might be hiding.”

“Ugh, this case sucks already…” you were getting frustrated and it was then that your exhausted brain had an idea. “Wait, that’s it!”

Sam and Dean looked your way, waiting for you to elaborate.

“We need to go undercover, have one of us go in there and interact with all the other patrons. We already cleared the owners and the workers there so one of their customers may know something, they must have regulars, right?”

Sam agreed, but Dean had one important question, “and which of us would go in there? It’s a male strip club and I doubt even Sam’s puppy eyes would be enough manage to convince a bunch of girls to be besties.”

You looked pointedly at Dean and he immediately began to shake his head, “No, Y/N. No way.”

“Oh come on, Dean! It just makes sense! Besides, you two have already gone in there as Feds. You’re more likely to be recognized, but me… I can just go in and pretend I’m just there to have a good time! And who knows, whoever’s responsible for all this might even pick me and take me to their lair!”

“That’s exactly why the hell not, Y/N! You could be killed! We’re not doing it, and that’s final.” Dean put his foot down and suddenly you felt an incredible anger towards him, like you’d never felt before. How dare he? Who the hell was he to tell you what to do, or not do?

“I’m not asking for your permission, Dean. It’s the best plan we got right now and you know it. Besides, I’m a grown-ass woman, I can make my own decisions and so I have. I’m going undercover and that’s final!” you used his same, exact words and Dean huffed in annoyance. He turned to Sam but, surprisingly, found himself outvoted.

“I don’t like it either, Dean. But people are dying, we have to at least try.” Sam reasoned and Dean rolled his eyes at his little brother. Defeated, Dean grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, mumbling something about needing a drink.

You stared at the closed door in anger. He didn’t have to like it but he also didn’t have to be so opposed to the idea. It was almost as if he didn’t trust in your skills to be able to do this and keep yourself safe. Well screw him.

The following night, you were dressed up and ready to go. Dean still disapproved of the plan but you’d noticed the way he’d checked you out when you came out of the motel bathroom. You rarely took the time to really doll yourself up for a night out, usually opting for a more casual and natural look but you’d decided that if you were doing this, you’d go all out, fake lashes and all. Once at the club, you immediately placed yourself on alert which was easier said than done as the atmosphere was much more different than any strip club you were used to seeing. Not that you were a regular but more than once you’d found yourself having to go pick up a drunk Dean from whatever strup club he’d chosen for the night. In those clubs, there was almost sadness in the air, whereas here the ambiance was somehow lighter. The difference being, of course, that a large portion of this Friday night crowd was bachelorette parties just out to have a good time. The male dancers were really putting on a show and after a little while you found yourself having quite a bit of fun as one of the bachelorette parties had somehow roped you in to join them.

Across the room, Sam and Dean were watching your moves as well as those of the people around you. To say they looked out of place was an understatement but they’d managed to convince the club owners to let them act as some sort of bouncers in an attempt to excuse their presence there.

About an hour passed and you were coming up empty-handed as you began to make friends with more of the patrons around you. Though the night wasn’t going like you hoped it would, it was hard to not let yourself loosen up a little as drinks were given to you by your newly found friends and before you knew it, you began to actually notice the dancers in front of you. They were handsome, to say the least, with chiseled bodies and perfect moves. Once they caught your eye, it was really rather hard to not be distracted by them. It was an odd feeling, just watching men strip in front of you, but in all honesty, you weren’t complaining. Hell, if Dean, and sometimes even Sam, were able to go out to strip clubs and have a good time, you could too. Not to mention, the shirtless firefighter currently looking directly at you was actually helping keep your mind off everything that had happened with Dean over the past few days. The man smiled at you as he noticed he’d caught your eye, and winked. A small part of you felt giddy and you joined in with the ladies around you in a round of applause when his show ended. The lights went suddenly dark and after a few confused moments a single red light shone on the stage where the same man you’d made eye contact with earlier was standing, now in a suit and tie, head down and hands clasped firmly behind his back. A mysterious tune began to play in the loud speakers of the club and then man began moving towards the crowd, his eyes scanning through until they found your own and a mischievous smile formed in his lips as he walked straight to you. Without a word, he extended his hand towards you and, entranced, you placed your hand in his. He pulled you up on the stage and in a split second you found yourself being held close, his dark eyes looking straight through you as his body began moving around you. One by one, articles of his clothing were shed on the stage, until all that was left were his slacks and shoes. He grabbed your hands and placed them on his broad shoulders, then reached around you and grabbed you by your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You weren’t sure how but you had completely surrendered to this strange man and could feel your panties getting wet as he continued his movements, his warm skin pressed up against you, large hands slowly roaming your body. He set you down on the stage and danced on top of you, thrusting his hips much in a manner that you were sure would count as porn had you both been naked. During all of this, you’d even forgotten about the crowd surrounding both of you, far too aroused and enthralled by the man on top of you.

You’d even forgotten about a certain green-eyed hunter that was sitting just across the way, burning holes through the both of you as he watched the skilled dancer somehow flip you so you’d end up straddling him while his long fingers tangled in your hair. He pulled lightly on your hair to tip your head back as he held himself up with his other hand, his lips placing a single, gentle kiss on your neck.

Much too soon, the song was over and you came back to reality as the room turned dark for a second and applause erupted around you. You quickly stood up and the man walked you back to where you’d been sitting, placing a soft kiss on the top of your hand before running to the backstage area. The ladies around you giggled and cheered as they offered you yet another drink, and not long after the night was over. Even though part of you had forgotten about the case, you had been able to spot a suspicious man towards the back of the club and pointed him out to Sam and Dean. You all followed the man as he escorted a drunk woman to his car, tailing them until he stopped in front of a farmhouse. Though it seemed to be a normal home, there was something about it that gave you all the creeps and once Dean got closer, you could see that the people inhabiting the home were anything but normal. Almost immediately you realized these were the vampires you were all looking for and you quickly went to work, having sobered up from all the excitement from earlier. The fight with the vampires was over faster than you’d expected, especially since Dean had single-handedly managed to wipe out at least half the nest. You hadn’t noticed it at first but the way he’d been fighting was different than usual, with an unforgiving anger you’d only seen in him maybe once or twice.

Once you were done and the woman was safely back in her home, you returned to the motel and were ready for much needed rest but Dean had other plans. Without explanation he simply ordered you and Sam to clean up and get ready to drive back to the bunker. When you tried to argue with him, he looked directly at you for the first time that night and the fire in his forest-green eyes told you that he was not to be trifled with. Not today. Sam must have felt the tension in the air because he simply did as he was told and soon you were all on the way back home. The drive was quiet, not even music was playing, and soon you were asleep.

Hours later, you were awoken by the sound of doors opening and closing. You were in the bunker’s garage and Sam was already walking inside. You grabbed your bag and were still so exhausted that when you got out of the Impala you didn’t feel Dean’s presence behind you. You turned to start your walk inside and were startled when you ran into his rock hard chest.

“Oh, sorry.” you mumbled and tried to make your way around him but a hand on your bicep stopped you from going any further. You looked up at Dean confusedly, and for a moment you swore you saw a kind of pain flashing in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

His grip tightened on your arm as you spoke and you noticed his nostrils flare. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“What?” You were so confused by his question and demeanor, so tired from the hunt and the drive, and maybe a little hungover from the club – all factors that made it far too easy for Dean to take you by the arm through the bunker. “What the hell are you doing, Dean?”

He ignored your questions and your feeble attempts at breaking away from his tight grip, and all you could do was follow. Before long, he stopped at one of the random unoccupied rooms in the bunker that were further from the main hub, further from any of your rooms, and opened the door. In a second, you found yourself being thrown against the bed in the room as Dean closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Dean, what is your problem?” You practically yelled as you regained your balance and turned to face him.

“You are, Y/N! You’re my goddamn problem!” His voice boomed and reverberated through the room and you were genuinely scared that you might have accidentally done something wrong during the hunt.

“What? What are you talking about, what did I do?”

Dean glared at you and you felt your chest tighten and your frame automatically become smaller as he walked closer to you. You hadn’t realized that you were stepping away from him until you felt the back of your knees against the mattress of the bed.

“Was that fun for you? Getting on that stage, letting that stupid son of a bitch grope you?”

Really? That’s why he was acting this way? You were in disbelief and beginning to become angry, which allowed you to find your courage and stand tall against him. “Wha- Dean… what do you care? It was just a fun thing, and honestly I don’t need your permission. You’re not my boyfriend or anything so it’s none of your business what I do for fun!”

“IT IS MY BUSINESS, Y/N! YOU’RE MINE!” Dean exploded and before you could process what he’d just said to you, your lips were being crushed by his own as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up against him.

You tried to push away, angry and somewhat stupefied but the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing past and invading your mouth, his hands moving down to your ass; it crippled you. You were helpless against his touch.

Soon, you were clawing at his clothes, pulling the fabric in every direction in an attempt to get rid of it quickly. Dean broke the intense kiss to pull his flannel and shirt off as you did the same with your clothes. He turned you around in place and did quick work of taking your bra off, replacing the lace cups with his hands, kneading and squeezing your breasts roughly as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the curve of your neck and you could feel his denim-clad cock pressing against your ass. Your breathing labored and you began to undo your pants in a haste, only managing to get them down to your ankles when Dean stopped you. He pushed you down onto the bed, holding you against the soft surface with one hand tangled in your hair as he removed your panties as well as his pants and briefs. Without warning, he pushed one of your legs up on the bed and entered you, filling you up in one swift movement. You screamed out in surprise and pain, which he ignored as he pushed your face further against the bed and began thrusting in and out of you. Though you were soaking wet, his hard pace was more painful than you would normally take and you tried to readjust your position but Dean didn’t notice, or if he did he didn’t seem to care. His onslaught continued, hard and fast, almost as if he were a man possessed.

Though it was uncomfortable at first, you soon began to feel the knot tighten in your core and couldn’t help the loud moans coming from deep within you. Though he was not always a gentle lover, the sheer force Dean was exerting on you now was new. His movements were rough and savage, there was an anger behind every thrust, and his fingers began to pull at your hair, lifting your head lightly as he continued fucking you relentlessly. The hand that had been holding your leg on the bed in place pulled it down quickly, and his fingers pulled at your hair harder, forcing your back to arch until it was flush against his chest as his pace slowed, teasingly so as you had felt yourself grow dangerously close to release. Whining in protest, you pressed yourself closer to him and heard him groan as your pussy tightened around him.

“No,” he growled. “Only good girls are allowed to cum, and you need to be punished for letting another man touch you.”

Without warning, Dean pulled out of you and spun you around. He pushed you down onto the bed and nodded his head in a commanding manner that let you know he wanted you to climb fully onto the bed. Once you reached the head of the bed, Dean climbed on top of you and grabbed both your hands, placing them over your head. He reached down to the foot of the bed and you watched as he grabbed the belt that he’d been wearing earlier and began wrapping it around your wrists. Though you’d thought about it before, you and Dean had never actually done anything remotely close to bondage but you could barely contain the excitement you felt in the pit of your stomach. He tightened the belt around your wrists and you hissed and moaned as the sting of the leather against your soft skin shot straight to your core. Dean chuckled and looked you straight in the eye as his hand traveled slowly down your arm, past your bicep, fingers slowly dancing along your collarbone before continuing down and stopping at your breast. Aroused, your nipples stood at attention; something Dean did not ignore as he rolled one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb while lightly biting on the other. Your back arched, pushing your chest further out and closer to Dean as he continued lightly pinching and sucking on your hard-rock nipples. His lips let go of the hard nub with a pop as his hand squeezed your breast lightly before continuing on its journey down to your soaking wet cunt.

“So wet and ready to cum… ain’t that right sweetheart?”

You were biting on your lip in an attempt to control your moans and simply nodded desperately as Dean teasingly spread your pussy lips to reveal your dripping entrance.

“Tell me what you want, baby? I just might be feeling generous enough to give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Dean. Please. Please make me cum.” You begged and Dean smiled triumphantly.

He began rubbing slow circles on your clit and you couldn’t help the loud moans escaping your lips. He captured your mouth in yet another bruising kiss as two thick fingers suddenly entered you. You screamed into his mouth, giving up on holding back as he moved his fingers in and out of you in such a fast pace that the only other thing you could hear in the room, apart from your moans, was the obscenely wet squelching sound of his fingers fucking you into oblivion. Your legs began to close instinctively, keeping his hand in place as you felt your walls tighten around his digits. You were close, so very close when he pulled out as suddenly as he’d entered you and you growled in frustration. Dean leaned away as you writhed impatiently beneath him and whined, chuckling at your tantrum.

“Dean, please! I’m sorry, okay? I swear I won’t ever let anyone else near me, just please!” You were desperate, willing to do everything and anything if it meant you could finally feel the sweet release Dean kept denying you.

“I know you won’t, darling. You just needed to learn your lesson.” Dean climbed on top of you once more and lined his cock up against your needy cunt. In one agonizingly slow movement, Dean entered you, filling you up so deliciously that you forgot how to breathe. He hissed as he felt your tight warmth envelop him completely and stayed in place for a moment. You so badly wanted to move your hips up against him but were scared that he’d want to tease you even more so you waited with bated breath for him to move. Soon, your patience was rewarded as he began thrusting in and out of you, each time pulling almost completely out of you before pushing back in. His hips set a pace that had you writing beneath him in no time, pulling at the belt still holding your wrists together, desperately trying to find a way to break free so you could touch him. Dean noticed your attempts and reached up to undo the belt. As soon as your arms were loose, your hands were on his back, nails lightly scratching at the hot skin as his thrusts turned faster and deeper. He was getting closer and closer to release and so were you. You could feel yourself tighten and your legs wrapped around his hips, ankles intertwining behind him in an attempt to pull him even closer each thrust.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fuckin’ good.” Dean whispered breathlessly in your ear and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would you.

“Make me cum, baby.” Dean’s pace became sloppy and frenzied, taking you closer and closer to bliss. His cock hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust and before you knew it, your head was pressed back against the mattress, body seizing with your eyes rolling back and you were screaming out Dean’s name over and over again as your walls tightened around him, pulsating and squeezing until he could no longer hold back and let go. His warm seed coated your insides, and he groaned deeply. You were frozen in place for a moment, your body refusing to move as you realized you’d stopped breathing. Letting your breath out, you went completely limp and so did Dean. His body dropped on you and he rolled off, landing on his back and struggling to catch his breath.

“C’mere,” he breathed out and extended his arm so you could move yourself close to him. As you laid your head down on his chest, his arm curled around you and he pulled you closer. Without a word, he squeezed lightly on your arm and you looked up to him. He looked down at you and smiled warmly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before laying his head back down. That night you slept in his arms, and from then on, you found the one place you knew you truly belonged.

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Forgive Me, Father

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Praise kink, SMUT, slight fluff, swearing, dirty talk, Priest!kink (sorta), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) 

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Sweet baby Jesus, I know it’s been a long time so I have posted anything original so here you go! I got caught up reading John Winchester stuff, and it reminded me of my first love. Anyways, I really hope you like this! It’s not been looked over by anyone other than me so all mistakes are my own. 18+ only please! Also- all credit to the owners of the GIFS, they’re not mine!

You knew it was wrong, sneaking into this church in the middle of the night in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. You knew it was sinful and you wouldn’t hear the end of it, should Castiel find out. You knew, deep in your gut, that this would definitely keep you out of heaven. 

   However, you had a green-eyed, bow-legged, scar-covered, Dean Winchester lacing his fingers between your own as he led you up to the small Catholic church. He was grinning slyly, and his eyes were twinkling with mischief as he pulled his lock pick set from his pocket and expertly unlocked the doors of the looming building. Part of you regretted telling him of this specific fantasy a few nights ago as you shared a bottle of whiskey and watched the sun rise after a case the two of you had solved. 

   He had produced the said bottle and a thick, woven blanket as he pulled up to the empty field and put the Impala in park. 

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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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Dean Winchester

Jensen Ackles

Sam Winchester

Jared Padalecki

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brat pt. 2; L. L.

pairing; president!loki x female reader

a/n: this is for my fic extravaganza, but also a part two to brat since people loved it so much :)

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part one part two

summary; you never thought it would happen, but it did. You’ve ran back into the man that made you tremble.

18+ MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: mean!loki. slight dubcon. unprotected sex. spitting. slapping. choking. cave sex. name calling (whore...slut…cockslut).

word count; 1.5k

Anywhere. You wish to be anywhere but here. Running for your life through the barren field of the Void. Trying to run for your life from Alioth as the storm clouds rage on behind you.

You found a mobile home to reside in only a couple days into your trek.

With no one in sight, it became your home. That was until Alioth made its way towards you once more and you abandoned the rusty home.

‘There’s surely another place to hide,’ you told yourself constantly, but the creeping monster getting close to devouring you made that possibility seem less likely.

Just up ahead, you notice a reflection of green. A smokey substance and green which you could only equate to Loki. You know it’s a portal...a way out.

But did you want to see him again?

Better yet, what Loki was it?

You only had a scuffle with the one who declared he was once a President in his timeline and the remnants of his filthy words still struck a chord within you.

But if you don’t take the leap into the portal, there’s no telling if you’d be able to outrun Alioth for much longer.

So with a deep breath, as you near the swirling green magic, you let yourself walk through it.

You stumble into the new location and hear nothing but a slow clap echoing off the walls of the cave you found yourself in.

“You’ve arrived! How nice.”

His voice pierces through you and you turn to meet Loki’s gaze as he smiles down at you.

“Loki,” you deadpan, noticing how his ‘vote for me’ pin is missing.

“What happened to the pin?”

You point at his jacket and he looks down.

“That’s what you have to say to me? Come on darling, I haven’t seen you in ages and you want to ask me about my pin,” he says, his annoyance even more apparent as he unbuttons his suit jacket, swiping a palm over his face.

You sigh, “how did you know to help me?”

He smirks, laughing to himself.

“I kept an eye on you.”

“You stalked me,” you clarify, sighing before turning to walk away.

Loki grabs your wrist, pulling you against.

“I wanted you to be safe, little one,” he whispers harshly, small specks of his spit hitting your face.

“You’re a fucking jerk, Loki,” you sneer and he just smiles, further pushing your anger at him. Part of you wanted to piss him off, see if he’d actually fuck you this time.

But the other part of you did not want to give in to him again. You’re not sure if you’d be able to stay away from Loki if things escalated once more.

“I was hoping you’d learn. I didn’t want you to die. Then I wouldn’t be able to fuck that cunt,” he says, annunciating each word in his entrancing voice.

Your breath hitches and he catches it, leaning his face down to brush his lips on yours.

“Would you want that?”

You nod, ignoring the warnings in your head, whimpering lightly as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Loki trails his kisses to your ear, his hand leaving your wrist to hold the back of your head.

“I’m gonna ruin you, little one,” he teases, pressing a kiss below your ear before pulling away.

“Take all your clothes off,” he orders, leaning back against the cave wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

Hesitantly, you strip for him. The air is a bit chilly, but his cold stare is what makes you shiver. Once you’re fully naked for him, he beckons you over, one hand gripping your jaw to keep your gaze on him.

“Let’s see if you’re a good slut for me this time, hm? You were nothing but a fucking brat last time I saw you.”

He forces your mouth open, with no fight from you, leaning down and spitting directly on your tongue. You know he wants you to swallow it as he stares expectantly, his hand loosening on your jaw to allow you to do it yourself.

But you simply can’t help it.

Loki doesn’t expect you to do it, so the shock that overcomes him as you spit back at his face makes you feel...powerful.

You smirk at him as he wipes the spit off of his face, his jaw clenching as his eyes find yours.

His hand finds your neck in a quick motion, spinning the two of you around so your back is against the wall, the rock scratching at your skin uncomfortably.

“Fucking whore, couldn’t be good for me?”

He laughs darkly, squeezing at your neck. His smile deepens when you moan from it.

“I think you’ll always be a pathetic brat,” he spits at you, hurriedly undoing his pants and pushes them down.

Loki hikes your leg up around his waist, dropping his free hand to run through your folds as he tightens his grip on your neck.

“And you’re soaked, of course you are. You’re lucky I’m even gonna give you my cock.”

You whine and he grins devilishly, slapping the head of his cock against your clit.

“My bratty little whore must be so happy. Finally get to feel my cock,” he groans out, teasing his cock inside of you, then pulling out.

“Tell me, little one. Tell me how much you want it.”

It’s hard to get your words out and you begin to stammer out a response, but it’s not quick enough for Loki. His hand leaves your throat to slap you across the face, your cheek stinging from his force.

“Can’t even speak? What happened to that mouth of yours?”

Before he could slap you again, you whimper out, “yes, I-I want it Loki. Want your cock so badly.”

He chuckles, “give me more than that, darling. I know your mouth can get filthier.”

You sigh, tilting your head back against the wall as his hand snakes up back to your neck. Loki teases his cock at your entrance once more, coating himself in your slick.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” you start.

“Go on,” Lok smiles, pushing the head of his cock into you.

“I really need it. I’m...I’m your cockslut, Loki. That is what I am, right? Just need to feel you, please.”

His chuckle bleeds into a groan as he pushes himself further into you.

“Finally, love. My little cockslut.”

Loki’s hand presses to your throat and you let out choked whimpers as slowly starts to fuck into you.

The size of him already overwhelms you and you hold onto his clothed shoulders as he picks up his pace, barely giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

“Loki..it's so much,” you whisper.

He ignores you, chuckling and throwing his head back in pleasure as he finds the right rhythm.

“Loki,” you squeal, squirming against him.

Your orgasm is already creeping up on you and you’re sure he knows due to how hard you are clenching down on his cock. The sound of him pounding into you echoes in the cave, further turning you on.

“My brat,” Loki sneers once he looks back at you, smashing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

He bites down at your lip, causing another squeal to leave your mouth.

“I’m gonna fill this cunt, little one. Won’t be able to forget about how my cum feels in you.”

You moan at his words, fisting at his jacket as his thrusts become sloppy. One of your hands moves down to rub at your clit, but he slaps it away, tugging it back to rest on his shoulder.

“Don’t be greedy, darling.”

His voice cracks slightly and you moan out loudly as you feel his cock twitch. Loki groans as he releases, his hold on your neck the tightest it’s been.

It feels like he’s completely emptying himself into you as he cums. Your thoughts fill with how pretty he is when he cums. For someone with harsh words, he looks rather ethereal in this more vulnerable moment.

He stills once he becomes too sensitive and pulls out slowly, smiling to himself as his cum drips down your thigh.

With Loki a bit dazed, you take the hand that’s on your neck and bring it to your pussy, bucking against it, desperate for your own release.

But he yanks it away after realizing what you’re trying to do.

“What did I say about being greedy?”

You pout at him, squeezing your thighs together.

“I-I need to cum,” you say softly and he mocks your pout. Loki cups your face and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Oh I know, little one. But you’re not going to.”

“Loki!”

You whine at him and he smirks, pulling away from you.

“Can’t wait to see you again, brat.”

Before you could say another word, he disappears through his magical portal, leaving you naked and unsatisfied in the cave.

Hey if anyone has seen or will be writing any President Loki fic just give me a heads up please because he’s all I can think about rn

Something to consider if you write that Loki x reader x president Loki, good cop bad cop dynamic when they’re getting it on 😏

Oh hell yeah! 😏🤭😉

We all know who the good cop and who the bad cop will be in that situation hehe

Soulmate Series: How You Meet (Part One)

Tony Stark-

Not everyone has a soulmate, but those that do have various ways they are connected to each other.

For you it was that the rate of your heartbeats always matched the other.

So if you were stressed or in danger he would immediately feel it.

God you were terrified when you felt your heart basically stop when he was in Afghanistan.

The way the two of you met was actually really kind of sweet.

Somehow you were invited to a Stark party, whether it was by a friend or because of your work.

People were basically wall to wall covering the room, the conversation making it almost impossible to hear.

Accidentally you ran into someone knocking their glass out of their hand causing it to shatter on impact.

Apologizing profusely you bent down to help pick it up.

Hitting a particularly sharp piece cutting your finger slightly.

When your heart rate spiked due to the pain he felt it too staring at you with wide eyes understanding before you even met his gaze.

Upon explaining you questioned if it was even possible, that your soulmate was THE Tony Stark.

Taking you to a quiet room he asked FRIDAY to check if it actually matched, which she quickly confirmed.

Tony was determined to keep you by his side, there was no leaving him anymore even if you wanted to.

Not that he would tell you that in any way.

After all these years he finally found his soulmate, the one destined to be his.

Steve Rogers-

Steve had always seen the world in a blend of various shades of gray.

Sketching only in charcoal pencil when he did his little drawings in his sketchbook.

No point in using color you couldn’t see.

Believing that he was going to die not meeting his soulmate when he went into the ice.

Upon waking up in present day he was confused, but also had a sense of renewed faith that maybe he just didn’t find his soulmate before because they weren’t alive yet.

He will always remember the day he met you, having saved you from an alien about to eat you alive.

Feeling you shake in his arms until your eyes latched onto his, seeing the most brilliant blue you had ever seen before.

Quickly he set you down, only having time to get your name before he had to return to the fight.

That is what began his obsession with you, knowing that you both belonged together.

Watching you from afar initially to discover what kind of person his soulmate is.

Finding out everything you liked and disliked, determined to be the perfect one for you when he finally approached you.

Pretending to run into you again, he asked you out on a date.

There was no way at the end of the night you would be walking away from him again, he wouldn’t let you go a second time.

Clint Barton-

Clint had been born with a tiny arrow tattoo just behind his ear.

Legend had it that his soulmate would have the same one, in the same place.

Although he was sure that he didn’t have a soulmate, a man with a crazy life like his didn’t deserve one in his mind.

When his hearing was damaged, his hearing aids that Tony built him covered it up.

One day he got into a hand to hand fight with a Hydra agent during a mission.

His aids were knocked out and smashed under their boot as a part of the struggle, thankfully they could be replaced with an extra set he kept in his vest.

Ultimately he won but he definitely had some cuts and bruised ribs that would need tending to.

Luckily you had just started in the medical wing of the tower as an on duty nurse.

Getting your first patient you never expected that they would end up being your soulmate.

Talking to Clint it felt like you had known him your entire life, and in a way you kind of had.

Laughing at one of his jokes you tucked your hair behind your ear not thinking anything of it when your tattoo was showing.

You of all people knew how rare it was for even people with a soulmate to find the love of their life.

Catching your gaze he moved his replacement hearing aids showing that the two of you matched.

Gasping you touched it gently with the tips of your fingers, unable to believe that you were one of the special cases.

Clint would never let you go, not after being proven so wrong about you not existing as there you were in front of him.

Natasha Romanoff-

For as long as you could remember you had gotten various injuries when you least expected them.

When you were a child you were taken to the doctor where they revealed that you had a soulmate out in the world.

That when they got hurt, or vice versa the other got the injury in return.

Occasionally you would get hurt really badly, having apparent bullet wounds even from time to time.

That is what made you think that your soulmate worked a dangerous job, so you decided to do the same in return.

Training really hard to become one of the top SHIELD recruits in your class.

Meaning you got to do your final evaluation with an Avenger.

Of course you grew nervous when you discovered that you were assigned to Natasha Romanoff, her reputation preceding her.

Stepping into the sparring ring with her you began to move around narrowly avoiding her attacks.

Effectively fighting her off for the most part, doing exactly what you had been trained to do.

Unfortunately you got distracted when she asked you about a scar you had, allowing her to get a good punch in.

Falling back onto your ass you felt blood dripping from your nose, touching it as your eyes watered you didn’t notice her touching her own.

Looking up focusing you saw that she was bleeding from her own nose despite you not even getting close to hitting her.

Natasha wasn’t upset though, in fact she was almost starting to cry at finally finding you.

Kneeling down she took you into her arms, taking in the fact that she would never again have to be without you.

Bruce Banner-

You remember spending a lot of your childhood in a state of fear and anxiety most of the time.

As you got older you started to get angry for no reason at all.

One minute you would be fine, the next you were enraged like you had just witnessed your car being set on fire.

It was really starting to become a problem in your day to day life.

You couldn’t hold down a job for long before you would have an outburst and get yourself fired.

Going to a therapist you were told that likely your soulmate was the cause of your emotional state.

Having it explained to you that you can also help them by giving them your emotions too.

So if they were having a moment of rage you could give them relaxation or joy in return to counteract it.

Likely you taking on their emotions fully like you had been only projected it back onto them even worse.

Feeling confused about how you had gone this long without knowing you had a soulmate, you wondered if it was real or if the therapist was full of shit.

That was until one day you were watching the news at a local diner where you had managed to earn a temp job as a waitress.

Talking about an attack on the city, showing live footage of the situation showing all of the Avengers getting ready to attack.

Gripping the counter tightly you felt yourself start to get angry again, so you attempted to calm down.

However it was no use as you watched a man turn into a tall green monster on the screen, knowing in your heart and soul that he was the one you were meant to be with.

Rushing out of there you stupidly ran down to where the fighting was taking place, luckily getting there after it ended.

Following the roars you started to give out feelings of calmness and peace.

Turning the corner you saw a mostly naked man panting and heaving hunched over in a nearby alleyway.

When he suddenly felt joy he looked up seeing you standing there smiling at him, knowing it was really him when you experienced a brief bout of confusion at first.

“It’s you…you’re real.”

Nodding you rush over not even caring about his state of undress, throwing your arms around him.

For once Bruce didn’t let go, this was meant to be and he was going to let it take him.

Thor Odinson-

Thor was getting frustrated being stuck at the same body he was when he was 18.

A thousand years or more had passed and he still hadn’t found his soulmate.

It was only while working with the Avengers on Midgard did he find what he was looking for without even realizing it.

Being part of the team yourself you often interacted with Thor when he was hanging around.

Somewhere along the lines he became obsessed with you, taking in every bit of information you would give him when talking.

Learning much about the culture on Earth from you at the end of the day.

Seemingly over the next few years you got closer, to the point where you would say you were best friends… if not more.

One morning you were looking in the mirror and you saw something that shocked you beyond belief.

A silver hair in the midst of your natural color.

That meant you were finally aging, something you hadn’t really done in the last ten years.

There was only person it could be, the person that seemingly had your heart even if he didn’t know it.

Thor noticed his own aging for the first time around the same moment you did.

Crinkles had formed in the corners of his eyes, something that definitely wasn’t there before.

Rushing to find you, you both ran into each other… literally.

Luckily he caught you in his arms, you both starting to laugh at the coincidence.

Showing each other what you had discovered, deep down it was like he had always known it was you.

No one will ever love you more than the man who waited more than a lifetime to be with you.

Loki Laufeyson-

Most of your life you had your own dreams, that was until the attacks in New York.

Ever since then, there were times where you were just a spectator in the front row of a horror show.

After many nights with little to no sleep due to the terrifying sights you went to a sleep clinic to find out what is going on.

There you are told of a rare connection to a soulmate where you share each other’s dreams.

However they couldn’t explain why it took so long for them to start.

The only explanation offered was that they came within close proximity of you and that jump started the connection.

A solution they offered was to attempt to lucid dream and bring them into your space to see who they were.

It took awhile but finally you felt like you wanted to attempt it.

Loki was sleeping and found himself sucked into your dream, something he always prefered over his own.

You provided his much needed escape from reality after all that had happened to him recently.

Quickly he realized that this was different than before, you seemed far more in control of the narrative than usual.

When you asked for his name he was shocked since normally you never knew of his presence.

Shocked as you were when you found out he was the man who had hurt a lot of people, connecting the dots between the timing your dreams started and when he attacked.

As you felt yourself starting to wake up you swore you heard him tell you he was going to come for you at the first chance.

Somehow you didn’t know if you were comforted or terrified by those words.

[Part one of How You Meet! If you want more soulmate scenarios with everyone let me know! <333]

A/N: Request from anon. Really liked the idea! ♥

Words: 1392 Warnings: fluff and being followed (?)

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Library (Loki x reader)

Request: Anon asked,  Hi I saw that requests were opened, so can you plz write something with Loki x a very flirty (and kinda dirty minded) reader ending in smut? Thank you in advance!

Warnings: Smut, NSFW Images, 18+, Oral, female receiving, Unprotected sex, 

Authors Note: I added a little plot to this just because my literature self can’t just jump into a story so yeah haha, enjoy love. PSA, no gifs belong to me, rightful credit to owners. 

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Dean x Reader x Sam

You’re drunk with the Winchester boys and you want to play a drinking game. Oh, and you really want to fuck them both too. 

Created for @spnkinkbingo Square Filled: Edging. Created for @spngenrebingo Square Filled: Drunken Night Inspired by this list of NSFW Asks.

Warnings: You must be 18 to read this! EXPLICIT SMUTASTIC PORN- NSFW, threesome (No Wincest,) edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk, biting kink, nipple play, oral (M & F receiving), spanking, multiple orgasms, dom!Dean, tease!Sam, drunkenness, voyeurism, lots of unprotected sex, and a dose of fluff.  WC: 4933 On AO3  Thanks to my amazing beta @letsby!

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It had been kind of an epic night. Well, so far. After eliminating a restless spirit in only an hour, which was your personal record, you and the Winchester brothers had found a cool dive bar close to the motel. You had a few drinks, hustled a hundred bucks out of some horny college kids, and now you and Sam were snickering at a booth as Dean struck out with the moderately hot bartender. But with a fourth drink on the bartop, no takers for the next game of pool, and all of your cash well on its way to being spent, the three of you decided to head back to the motel where a bottle of low shelf’s finest was waiting.

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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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Sugar, Sunshine and Crystal Hearts - Fred Weasley

Title: Sugar, Sunshine and Crystal Hearts Pairing: Fred x Fem!Slytherin!Reader Summary: fred doesn’t think there will ever be a chance y/n will like him back. who knew the forbidden forest would hold the key to her heart? A/N: for the anon who wanted Fred asking a Slytherin girl out after giving her a crystal! Idk how I feel about the mood board but I’m going to leave it haha feedback is always welcome!! All images for the moodboard are from pinterest. I do not own any of them, all credit and rights to the original owners. Tags: @feltondarling​ @pandaxnienke​ @raerae27​ @allforthexgame​ @whiz-bangs78​ @wand3ringr0s3​ @hufflrpuffforfred​ @gcdric​ @starlightweasley​ @vogueweasley​ @theweasleysredhair​ @dracoswhore007​ @lexymoniqu​ @pigwidgexn​

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Fred watches Y/N flounce over to the Slytherin table, the tiniest smile playing at the corner of his lips. Her hair isn’t up in its usual ponytail today, and it flows behind her gracefully as she moves, and Fred would give anything in the world to know what the silky strands would feel like as they run through his fingertips. He watches her sit down between her friends, and an involuntary sigh leaves his lips.

“For Godric’s sake, little lover boy is at it again,” George teases, ruffling Fred’s hair.

Ron laughs as Fred bats George’s hand away, and he finally looks away from Y/N so he can reach over and punch his younger brother’s shoulder. “Both of you are prats. Can’t a guy just admire a pretty girl in peace?”

“Admire? Mate you were practically drooling,” Ron tells him with a grimace. “Made me sick to my stomach,” Ron adds before stuffing some mashed potatoes in his mouth.

“Obviously not sick enough to stop you from eating,” Fred points out with an eyeroll.

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Hit the Showers - Fred Weasley

Title: Hit the Showers Pairing: Fred x Fem!Slytherin!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of blow jobs, semi public Summary: No one disrespect’s Fred Weasley’s girlfriend, except for well, him. A/N: for the anon who wanted something to do with the fight in OOTP where 3 people have to hold fred back coupled with my recent obsession with Fred and a Slytherin girlfriend!! Feedback is always welcome! Tags: @hufflrpuffforfred​ @wand3ringr0s3​ @whiz-bangs78​ @gcdric​ @starlightweasley​ @allforthexgame​ @pigwidgexn​

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“Fuck off Malfoy,” Y/N sneers as she stalks off the pitch towards the changing room. They’ve just been annihilated by Gryffindor, and all Y/N wants to do is hit the showers and let the warm water wash all of her stress away. But of course, Draco is giving her a hard time.

“They have a Weasel as their keeper, how hard could it be to score?” Draco shouts as he follows behind her.

Despite Draco’s comments, Ron was actually a pretty decent keeper, especially for his first game. At the beginning he let every shot in, but as the game progressed he got infinitely better, and ended up blocking every one of Y/N and the other chasers goal attempts. “What about you, asshat?” she asks, unable to help herself. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy harassing Potter you would have managed to catch the snitch for once in your fucking life!”

Draco jogs to catch up to Y/N and stands in front of her, blocking her path to the changing room. “Oh shove off, Y/N. Catching the snitch is the hardest part of the game, you know that. All you have to do is catch and throw a ball.”

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Wanting Something More - George Weasley

Title: Wanting Something More Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, slight begging, dirty talk, the teeny tiniest hint of a breeding kink towards the end Summary: Falling in love with her friend with benefits was never in Y/N’s plan, but old feelings can’t help but resurface when she and George are reunited. A/N: Everything in italics is a flashback!! This is for the anon who wanted something similar to cat and mouse game but with George!! This somehow ended up being even filthier than cat and mouse game but I’m not even sorry lol. Feedback is always welcome and requests are open!

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Y/N sighs, looking up at the tall building in front of her. She’s standing in the middle of Diagon Alley, trying to work up the courage to enter Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. The store front couldn’t be more inviting, but she’s dreading having to enter it. Of course, her brother’s birthday wish list only contained Weasley products, forcing her to confront feelings she’s been trying to push down for years.

Y/N hasn’t seen George Weasley since the day he broke her heart, and she’s not sure if he even knew it belonged to him in the first place.

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“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Y/N chides, finally looking up at George. George grins at her, and Y/N can’t help but return it.

20 minutes ago, George slid into the seat across from her in the library, and he’s been desperately trying to get her attention since. He’d started by tossing little balls of rolled up parchment at her, but when all Y/N did was brush them away he had resorted to just full on staring at her. Y/N had snuck into the library to try and get some work done without interruption, but of course George found her.

“But I don’t want a picture of you,” George pouts. “I want the real you.”

Y/N can’t help the blush that creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks, and she looks back down at her potions assignment to try and hide it. What had started out as occasional hookups to work through their stress and frustrations at the beginning of the year quickly turned into something more for Y/N. She’s not sure when it happened, but at some point between friendly banter in the halls and secret hookups all over the castle, Y/N fell in love with the ginger boy. Y/N didn’t mean for it to happen, in fact she had told herself this would be a boy free year. NEWTS are the acclimation of all her hard work and are the fine line between her dreams becoming realized and complete and utter failure. She promised herself she’d focus hard this year, and not let herself get distracted.

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SuperM′s As We Wish EP.1 preview

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BLOND HENDERY - bad alive stages

—can’t stop;

pairing: mark lee x reader, repost bc tags

genre/wc: smut, 2.2k

warnings: explicit and unsafe sex, explicit language, oral (female and male receiving), praises and slight degradation, soft pet names, slight mentions of voyeurism and a hint to an oral fixation, multiple female orgasms, marking

“Fuck,” Mark throws his head back against the wall, his hands gripping you tighter at the hips when you rock back and forth on top of him.

The bulge in his sweatpants is long and thick, and it twitches deliciously against your clothed heat, Mark letting out a shuddering sigh. “We can’t, not here.” But he makes no move to stop you, only biting his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing with pleasure as he looks down to watch how your soaked panties leave a visible stain.

“Mm, can’t stop” You hiss out, fingers finding the edge of his shirt and you tug it off of him. Mark’s hands find the edge of his hoodie that you’re wearing but decides against stripping you of it, loving the way you look in it.

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100 Reasons Why

pairing; classmate!haechan x reader - mention of other members  word count; 8.0k genre; strangers to lovers!au, classmates to lovers!au, angst, fluff, slice of life, slowburn(?) tw; alcohol consumption; (i’m not saying everyone was drinking, it’s just mentioned) pls let me know if there are others.! summary; you’ve been in love with haechan for the longest time, and when both your parents go on a business trip; you’re both left alone. 

a/n: hi, honestly i wrote this with no prior thoughts. mostly written blindly and i wrote so much of it, but i couldn’t just delete it… so i finished it lmao. i hope you enjoy it though, i kinda like it haha. please don’t hesitate to give me feedback >:( yeah… i have no clue. enjoy ♡♡♡

You had a 100 reasons why you shouldn’t be in love with Haechan. Biggest reason? He was your bestfriend’s crush. She fancied him for the longest time, dare say you did longer. But she was vocal about it first. And everyone knows the rules of dibs. You’d sulk around it forever, listening to her words about Haechan, knowing full well and agreeing with all the compliments she’d praise him with. 

You and Haechan are in the same class, have been for years. But the year of blooming cherry trees and spring flowers, you fell in love.

The way the sun peaked through the strands of his hair, the kiss of warmth on his skin and the glow that was shining from his eyes as laughter hugged his smile. You couldn’t help but stare, and you found yourself doing so, shamelessly on different days. His soothing voice echoing through the classroom as he joked around with friends. You and Haechan weren’t the closest pair of classmates, you only had your bestfriend for the most part. But that didn’t stop you from overanalysing every little thing Haechan did in relation to you. That one day he opened the door for you, or when he’d ask to borrow your pencil. Tiny interactions that were all stored in your heart, but… You never really did anything about it. A part of you gave up on the fact that Haechan would notice you anything different than from a classmate. You didn’t really stand out, you blended in the background. Never had top marks, or the lowest. You were average. Nothing in comparison to your bestfriend. Not only did she have the beauty, she also had personality. She was undoubtedly one of the most prettiest girls in your class. But she was a dear friend, someone you didn’t want to fight over with, because of a boy. 

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GTA (Taeyong x Reader)

Genre : mystery, crime, smut, angst, violence

" When you look, yeah, I'm trippin' like that

We don't stop, girl, you look around there

I say going, going, going

Catch me if you can like GTA "

Song recommendation :

- GTA, Taeyong

- Undercover, Taeyong & Mark

Coming soon.

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.

Have a nice day. ♡

Bad Girl

Characters: Boyfriend!Haechan x reader

Warning(s): adult content, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, orgasm denial, oral (giving). In conclusion: not for soft stans.

Genre: smut

Summary: you tease Haechan under the blanket while watching a movie with the members and he punishes you (duh)

Requested✅

"you better stop moving before you regret it" he whispers in your ear with a prominent lustful voice. You smirk before turning to face him "Haechan are you okay?" you say making others' focus on you two, especially Haechan. "wha- yes I'm o-okay" he nods at the boys and they switch their attention to the movie.

Earlier you got invited to your boyfriend!Haechan's and nct's dorm to watch a movie but as time passed by you just got bored and decided to tease your boyfriend. You always got teased by him everywhere and in front of anyone, so you just decided to let him taste his own medicine. As soon as the movie started you went to sit on his lap covering you both in the blanket. It all started innocently, till you decided to start moving your ass here and there acting like you're just trying to find the comfortable angle which only lead to Haechan to get hard under you.

After the boys' attention switch to the movie you look at Haechan smirking after seeing him biting his lips, trying his best to swallow his groans. Your gaze turns back to the movie as you move again, now pressing harder on his bulge, making the friction harder on his member and he finally lets out a groan, making the others' attention at him once again. "are you sure you're okay babe?" you hide your smirk hearing Taeyong asking the same question making others wait for an answer "I-I'll just go rest in my room" he puts you aside and leaves the living room quickly, trying his best to hide his boner.

Come to my room, now

You read the message and smirk. "I'll go sleep too, goodnight guys" you smile and leave after they say the same and return smiles.

As soon as you enter Haechan's room you're pinned on the door "you had fun didn't you" he asks, visible frustration and lust in his dark eyes and voice "well.... Yeah i think i did" you smile to yourself remembering the scene once again till Haechan's wrapping hands around your throat brings you back to reality "i guess it's my turn to have fun now" he adds pressure to your throat "don't you agree.. Hm?" he hums tilting his head slightly. "I-" "strip and on your knees, now" as soon as he releases his grip on your throat you take off your clothes meanwhile Haechan zips his jeans open and frees his length, you get on your knees im front of him. "no hands allowed" he taps on your chin making you open your mouth. He grips your hair and thrusts slowly deep into your throat and stays making you instantly gag around him, tears threatening to drop. Haechan groans and throws his head back, enjoying the hot feeling of your throat, soon starts to thrust in and out of your throat, the only heard noise is the wet sounds coming from your throat and his groans.

His length twitching in your mouth, signaling to you he's close as you prepare yourself for it but he takes his length out of your mouth letting you finally breathe normally. "as much as i want to choke you with my cum, i want to fill your little cunt with it" he pulls you by your hair and pushes you on his bed, turning you around so you're on your knees, you head drowning in the pillows. "you were a bad girl today, you know?" he says, but no replies. You yelp as he spanks your ass cheek twice "answer" "y-yes" "yes what babygirl?" "yes i-i ha-" another spank "you what?" you whimper "y-yes i have b-been a ba-" spank "a ba- what? Y/n you need to speak properly, i can't understand anything" you hear his voice, immediately knowing he's smirking behind you. You grit your teeth "i-I've been a bad g-girl tod-day" you finally finish but you yelp as you feel three more spanks "and what bad girls deserve?" he asks rubbing the red marks on your ass cheeks "p-punishment" you say, earning another spank "good, so you know" he chuckles "and that's what you're getting today", he gets up taking his clothes off and reaching his drawer, taking ropes and walks towards you, flipping you so you're now on your back. Before you know it, your hands are tied to the bed's headboard. He looks at you and pouts "you remember how you embarrassed me in front of them? Well now it's your turn for them to hear your sweet voice" he says leaning closer, looking at your lips before attaching his lips to yours.

You whimper as he starts rubbing your clit, spreading your wetness. He smirks into the kiss and pulls back. Haechan starts trailing open mouth kisses down your jaw and neck leaving red and purple marks, going down to your collarbone till he finally reaches your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth, you moan. You start squirming, wanting to grab his hair like you always do in these situations. Haechan smirks "too bad you're were a bad girl, otherwise your hands would've been free" he looks at you faking his pout, squeezing your breasts. His fingers going down to rub your clit and inserting two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out of you before letting you adjust, making you yelp and moan loudly. Hid thumb starts rubbing your clit while his two fingers drove you crazy, as his other hand held your hip down firmly. "H-haechan I'm close" you moan. Your walls start pulsing around Haechan's fingers, making him immediately take his fingers out of you letting you whimper "since when bad girls deserve to cum that easily?" he questions and you huff. "j-just fuck me already please" you give up "hm beg more, i might change my mind" he sits back "oh god Haechan just- fuck me already please i want to feel you in me please" Haechan gets up, placing your legs on his shoulders and his length on your entrance, his hand sneaking up your neck as his other holds your leg firmly. He slams into you making you yelp and arch your back "f-fuck yes" you moan and Haechan starts thrusting in and out of your tight hole "fuck y/n you feel so good" he groans, leaning to place his head in the crook of your neck sucking and biting on the soft skin as he increases his speed making you moan loudly "who's fucking you that good huh?" he bites your earlobe "y-you Haechan! Fuck yes don't stop" "yes baby only I can make you feel this way" he kisses you, swallowing your moans, soon leaving your lips to hold eye contact with you as his hand leaves your throat going down to rub your clit making you arch your back once again, letting sinful sounds "i-im close" you say hoping for him to let you cum this time "me too baby, cum around my cock babygirl", your eyes rolls back and a loud moan escapes your throat as your long waited orgasm hits you, your walls pulsing around Haechan's member, making him let a deep groan and let his cum fill you up "fu-ck" he kisses your cheek and frees your hands from the rope.

After steading his breathing he pulls himself out of you as you both sigh at the empty and cold feeling. "can i come in now or should i just sleep in taeyong's room?" you hear Johnny at the door "bro just go to Taeyong's room, I bet they're in for a second round" you hear Yuta yelling from the living room. You look at the smirking Haechan next to you and hit his chest "you fuc-" "yes baby I'm your cunt fucker" he smirks making you throw the closest pillow at him "oh my god HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO FACE THEM AGAIN" you squirm making your boyfriend laugh at you, "shower time" he winks.

How To Unhook A Bra (m)

pairing | lee donghyuck × reader, established relationship!au

genre | fluff, smut, almost crackhead energy

word count | 11k words

synopsis | when donghyuck finds you snapping your bra open with one hand, he is left in awe. so in awe that he makes it his aim to learn how to do it himself.

index | besides the reader and hyuck being so in love with each other that they call each other profanities for names, because i’m so in love with hyuck, fingering, cunnilingus, breath play, praise kink, worship kink, dirty talk, belly button piercing for hyuck, yay!, nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, cream pie.

author’s note | thank you for the 4k, oh my god. tbh, i never expected to reach this much and it’s still very surreal. thank you for all the support and i really wanted to offer this fic as a gift to each one of you and this is why i made two versions of it - the clean and the r-18 version! enjoy! also, much love to cat @luvdsc​​ for the idea of the thongs from an experience of hers: you made this fic so much better!

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Husband NCT

Proposal + Wedding

Taeil | Johnny | Taeyong | Yuta | Doyoung | Jaehyun | Jungwoo | Mark | Haechan

Renjun | Jeno | Haechan | Jaemin | Chenle | Jisung

A/n: hi hello babies welcome to chanie’s version of husband!nct i can’t imagine this sassy bub getting married he’s my child.

Haechan

☆ Proposal

My sassy king

alright

first of all well done for being able to put up with his ass

Haechan is honestly the best friend type of partner

that you fuck ygm

“Y/n don’t wear that”

“why”

“cause you’ll look better than me and i won’t allow that”

my guys only teasing don’t worry

honestly don’t know how you haven’t broken your ribs from laughter yet

well done for making it this far

Haechan was just as happy with your relationship

and was determined to take it to the next step

“hyung what if she says no”

“Jisung please don’t underestimate Lee Donghyuk”

he’s shitting himself

he took you to a lake and rented a boat

yanoe the ones where a guy with a hat and a long moustache and a striped shirt is rowing with a long stick

it’s italian i forgot what it’s called

anYway

it was late so the lakes path way was lit with pretty lights

you were practically crying at how pretty hyuck looked in the light

the boat trip was filled with laughter

and him feeding you weird cheeses

“I can say it ok don’t underestimate my english skills”

once it went past 10 the moon was out

you had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders

Hyuck was humming No longer

you had your head on his shoulder

then he stopped

and you were like

???

you lifted your head to look up at him who was already staring at you

“is there cheese on my face”

he smiled cause your just uwu to him

grabs your hand

rubs your knuckles before kissing them

affectionate hyuck

always a fav

“what’s wrong”

“Y/n, i love you, you know that right?”

now you’re scared

“i know i don’t always say it but you mean so much to me”

if you look closely you can see tears in his eyes

“and i never thought i’d meet someone almost as funny as me”

you snort

“i always want you at my side, we’re a great duo, a team and i want us to be husband and wife”

the way you look at him is just like

wtf

Lee Donghyuk just proposed

wTF

“Y/n?”

“Hyuck are you serious?”

now he’s scared

“yeah-umm”

“well then of course i’ll fucking marry you”

“oh thank god”

oh the ring

Haechan had in a cute little pouch with a picture of you on your first date

he’s cute

love him

☆ Wedding

i think he was more excited than you

literally was so against hiring a wedding planner

wanted to do it himself

“hyuck he’a just trying to help”

“hmph”

put up with it cause he loves you and hates seeing upset

even if he’s your no.1 bully lmao

is it a shock he picked mark as his best man

thought since he was practically breaking up with him it’s the least he could do

mark ran when he tried to kiss him tho

you got married in a church

which was half occupied with dreamies in awe at the decorations

“Chenle don’t touch that”

waiting for you at he alter was hell for him

even Haechan gets nervous

has the members giving him tips from their own marriages to distract him

“i know hyung”

“yes hyung”

“hyung shut up”

then the doors open

and your standing there in all your glory

i think hyuck forgot what breathing was for a sec

accidentally saw your dress a few days ago

but it still didn’t compare to now

the violins and the pianos honestly made the whole thing more breathtaking

when you reached him he was actually speechless

for once

ngl you were kinda shy

cause he was just staring at you like

:0

then the priest spoke and he snapped out of it

the ceremony was sweet

Taeyong cried again

like every wedding he attends

after you kissed

he got a pat on the back from Mark

“well done dude”

the reception was filled with jokes

if you thought you couldn’t get anymore embarrassed

Johnny made a slideshow on how you and hyuck have ‘grown’

throwback pics galore

i think hyuck snarled at Jaemin when he tried to touch the cake

but we act like you didn’t hear it

you had a slow dance with Taeil

“you two look amazing together”

think you almost cried at his words

“promise you won’t miss him too much Taeil”

“i’ll try”

you ended up dancing with Donghyuk after being twirled into his arms by Taeil

that’s when welcome to my playground started

Karaoke with nct

yes please

i think you stole Taeyongs place as main rapper

tha night was literally just a celebration with your best friends

and the love of your life

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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