If you could have superpowers, which one would it be? (…)
To see what? To go to a country, just to see the earth…
Yeah, Yeah, there’s these cameras now that they’ve mounted onto the back like eagles and you can like, see what it’s like to fly over mountain peaks and eagles, you know, I just, I don’t know, maybe I should get my pilot license.
Oh my gosh! I love it, @loverhymeswith! It’s adorable! 🥰
I had a hard time choosing who to make, but based Jason Todd ended working the best with the options provided. I’m actually really happy with how this turned out!
No pressure tags: @romanticgumchewer-reactivated, @lacontroller1991, @princessxkenobi, @lorecraft, @babblydrabbly, or anyone else who wants to try!
Warnings : SMUT. (fake) Priest!Dean, Public sex, Dom!Dean, kinda egding. Hand!Kink, sins and all… Please be 18+
WC : 2.9k
This is my entry for @awkward-and-indecisive‘s celebration, congratulation Lovely. I had the prompt “If you bite your lip one more time, I’m gonna do it for you”, and the trope First kiss.
And also for @libre1rose8‘s celebration, who kindly gave me “I like to play with your mind”, a church and a black dress. Congratulations again.
I really hope you both like it :D
Jay’s MASTERLIST
Text divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics
Dean Winchester, Heaven’s most fearful warrior, righteous man, archangel vessel…
Bullshit.
That man is anything but holy, really.
Squirming on the wooden church bench, you push the strong hand that was making its way between your legs.
“Are you serious ?” you murmur, already flustered by his appearance only, in the back of the church, making someone grunt in the row in front of you, and a grin appears on his sinful face. “Funerals, Dean !”
Hey guys, after months I'm back with a new fanfic for @jay-and-dean 's 3k Celebration #jays3kcelebration . With:
Prompt: "Someone on horny" And "You said that 3 times already, I got it.
Dean x Reader one shot
Summary: What would you do after a heavy hunt? Maybe tasting some pizza?
Word count: ~1200 words
Warning: Smut, Hand kink, unprotected sex. Fluff
I hope you like it. Feedbacks are appreciated as always
You were tired. The hunt was so damn heavy and complicated that after returning to the bunker, no one had any energy left to even talk. So you just cleaned up and waited in the kitchen til the pizza delivery came. Sam left to bring the pizza and you sat across Dean, who was already sipping on his beer. But what your eyes had catched this time weren't his lips, this time when he rubbed his eyes, you couldn't fight the need to watch his around nails, thick fingers, his glistening knuckles and the prominent veins.
"Veins"
You could feel how the blood started to run wildly in yours.
"You know? I like that." Out of nowhere he said bluntly, taking a deep breath after stretching his muscles. And if you weren't already lost thinking about his hands all over your body, you would ask "What?".
However for your surprise and for the first ever time in the century, he didn't need any question, pressure or insistence to let … out of his chest. He'd said it like it was something very normal. Like you two had never been creeps around eachother for the last 7 months.
"I like the smell of your shampoo."
"Uhum" You replied, not having any clue what he'd just said.
You were already high on your live sex dream. Couldn't stop the imagine of his fingers inside of you while your nipples started to get hard under your thin white crop top.
"It's soothing. Like … I don't know. You mostly smell like danger."
"Danger?" You mumbled, but not thinking about "How your smell could make a hunter like Dean Winchester feel in danger?!"
You just couldn't focus on anything but those fingers around the sweaty beer bottle.
"Yeah, but not in a bad way. You know? More like …"
"Dinner is here." Sam announced as he rushed in, carrying pizza boxes in his hands.
"Oh, yeah! Love me some pepperoni." Dean greeted him sweetly, like the child he actually was in his heart but used to mostly bury him under his serious Winchester face.
"This smells like heaven!" Sam said, smelling on his slice, as soon as he put the box on the table and flip the lid.
"I was about to say the same thing, Sammy."
The smirk in his voice didn't help you. Not when out of nowhere his longing look shifted from the pizza to you. Actually it made every thing get worse. Now you have to uncomfortablly shifted in your seat, being terrified in case anyone could notice how your sex was already on fire!
"Hmmm, you know? Sometimes I wish I was a pizza man."
Sam rolled his eyes in response to his brother's comment, chewing on his pizza.
"No, you would never do that, Dean."
"Why not?" Dean asked, licking on his fingers with such a sloppy sound that made your knees go weak under the table.
"Cause …" Sam drank from his bottle. " … you would try all the pizzas before delivering them."
"Nah, at least not when the babysitter ordered one." He winked and you bit hard on your lip, preventing a whine from scaping your lips.
This was not good. You stole your eyes. It was already so hard to think about anything but him … him and his charisma, or his capturing scent,his tempting mouth … his dirty mind … and his skilled fingers.
"Fingers"
Once more he licked on them and this time you had to press your tights against eachother cause now you could hear those sloppy voices not only with your ears but also with your sex!
"Is something wrong?" Sammy's question shook you out of your head. You gave him a strange look, making him explain more:
"Why you don't eat? I thought you like pizza too …"
"I do." You stole your eyes, looking down at the food you always loved but now had no interest in.
"I just … I think I need a nap more." With that you stood up, focusing on contracting you muscles enough to support your weight now that your knees seemed almost melted under you with the sexy imaginations of Dean.
"Gosh …"
This time you couldn't stopped yourself, not when Dean casually licked his lips, looking up at you.
"What?" He asked. A frown slightly forming on his face.
You thanked God that they couldn't read your mind. More specifically right now.
"I hate the sounds you make when you …" For a brief of moment your brain got blank with his eyes locking in yours in an awkward silent.
"… when you're eating something!" You completed your saying in a hurry, feeling a wave of red shade spreading on your cheeks and nose tip.
"Why?" He asked, first raising his brows in wonder, then narrowing his eyes at you.
"Like it matters"
He didn't hear your low voice and you didn't wait for him to ask again. Instead with a "goodnight boys" you turned on your heels to run to your personal shelter: room 32.
"Thank God."
Closing the door behind yourself, you took a shaky breath and closed your eyes to concentrate … to stop the images of Dean giving you what your thirsty body always wanted:
His warm breath on your skin, his skilled tongue in your mouth and his thick digits inside of you.
"Gosh!"
Another shaky breath and this time you decided that maybe another quick cold shower could ease the situation up.but even when you stopped under the coldest possible flow for a few minutes, nothing had changed. Actually with every cold drops that would hit your sensitive skin, the pain got worse.
"Please!" You bit on your lip, terrified of the slightest possibility that the boys could hear your moans. And that was the reason you had to change the plan. You couldn't risk touching yourself there. The bathroom was too big and the bunker was too quite. Your voice could easily resonated in the night.
"God damn it!"
You stepped out of bathroom and dried your skin. Then you wore the bathrobe Dean had bought for you after losing a bet. It was soft. And thick enough to warm your body.
"Just like Dean himself, right?" You asked yourself, already regretting wearing the robe. Cause now all you could think of was him again: the way his bare skin could feel against yours … the things he could do with those strong hands of him …
You sighed and lied on your bed, letting the towelling fabric tickle your breasts as you were taking deep breaths to calm yourself.
"Oh Dean."
You called him in another sigh, shutting your eyes to force the sleep in. Just as you were getting close to fall asleep, thr mattress deepened beside of you and then someone whispered in the room:
"Did you call me?"
As you opened your eyes in a sudden surprise, a hand appeared to push on your mouth, preventing you from making any loud voices.
"DEAN?!!"
You heard your own muffled voice in your head, looking up at the hunter who was bending on you.
"Sshhhh." He said, replacing his hand with his mouth on your lips as soon as you recognized him. Now the thin wall between dreams and reality was vanished and you couldn't understand if you were simply having a dream or …
"I thought you already had a shower, why you had another one again?"
He smiled. One of his hands in your hair, the other lightly tracing down on your skin, from your neck down to your chest.
"Dean!" His name fell like a prayer from your lips and you had to blink to beliece he was really there with you.
"Me, right? You had to shower again because of me?" He questioned, smirking, biting on the tip of his tongue.
"Hmm … looks like someone is horny." When his tracing hand reached to your breast under the robe, he skillfully pulled the garment away on his fingertips and looked down at your hardened nipple.
"Ahhh." You couldn't suppress your moans or stop your hips from jerking up to seek any attention from him anymore. He was there. He was too close and you just …
"It's okay. I got you." He reassured you, getting on the bed, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, making your body go delirious under his heated touch.
"Please!"
You had to cling to his shoulders to stop
Yourself from falling apart as his hand find your core between you two.
"What's it, sweetheart? You like it when I touch you here?" He asked, still rocking the same proud smirk on his ridiculously sexy lips.
"Oh God!" Your threw your head back on the pillow as he pushed his index and middle fingers inside of you while his thumb was rubbing your clit in circles.
You whimpered, feeling the pleasurable flames spread through your body from where he was teasing you.
It took just a minute for your body to react, your back almost arched if it wasn't for his strong hand pushing you down.
"No!" He said, pulling his fingers out.
"Please!" You whined, gasping, looking down at see his handsome face. But he was holding his hand in your sight line, forming a victory sign with the fingers he just had inside of you. They were glistening.
"You see? I already have you dripping on my fingers." He said, putting them in his mouth, licking on your juice while looking back in your eyes
"Dear Goood!"
Your hips jerked up again and your tights started to shake so violatly that he had to hold them.
"I said no. You're gonna come on my cock, not on my fingers. I didn't even use my tongue yet."
You fisted the sheets, curving your toes in pain.
"Dean!" Your weak moan was so pleading that even if he would, Dean couldn't stop the pride and the joy you already made him feel. It was reflecting in his eyes.
"I'm here, Y/n. Just let me take care of you." He said and you heard the click sound his belt made when he threw it somewhere across the room.
"Ahhhhh" Now you were unable to even form a comprehended word. All you could think of was just him. Only him.
His hot mouth leaving marks on your neck, his strong arms locked around your waist, his bare chest against you breasts, his thick length sinking inside of you …
"Come!" He whispered the commend on your ear after biting on it.
So you did! You always wondered how people could scream while having their climax? It never happened to you. Til that night … til you came like you had never did before. Your back arched and you felt how hard your throbbing walls were sucking on his length as he was speeding up the rhythm, working you through your orgasm.
"Son of a bitch! You're so damn hot." He said, sucking the air out of your lungs in another sensual kiss. His curious dominant tongue explored your mouth and made the loving torture get even worse. To the point as he withdrew and spreaded his come on your body, you were completely limp, unable to stop yourself from shaking in ecstasy.
"Y/n? … sweetheart? … are you ok?" He asked as soon as the peak of his climax passed, looking down at you a little worried.
"Not … done … please …"
"*please*? Oh, sweetheart … You said that 3 times, already …" He smirked, again with a pair of shiny eyes. Like he was the happiest human being on the earth. But when you whimpered, he had to stop looking down at you as like you were a galaxy or something! He whispered:
"I got it"
It was promising. Dean was always the man of his words. So he reached down again to massage your core, as his tongue was teasingly drawing circles around your nipple, his sticking up hairs brushing your skin, making your hormones shoot up again.
"I'm … so …"
You couldn't complete your warning, just as he bit on your nipple, you screamed again, this time so much louder that you were sure not just Sam but also every other living things within the two-mile radius of bunker could hear you. However you couldn't care less. Your hips jerked up while your vision was completely gone.
"Deeeaaaaannn"
That was intense and long. Longest pleasure that you've ever had during sex. And the most memorable one. Cause while you were almost out, he held you tight in his arms, whispering sweet words, kissing and worshiping you like …
"You're my dream that's coming true!" He laughed at his own joke and you can hear the pure happiness in it.
"I love you." Although your low mindlessly confession faded in the night but Dean didn't miss it but you were already out before he could respond
"I love you too. With all I've got." He whispered on your sweaty face, then he pecked on your lips as your eyes flattered shut. After months you finally fell asleep in peace …
Thanks for your feedback. Happy to hear that. And about hands. Its all on @jay-and-dean she got a handkink and I thought I should participate in her #jays3kcelebration with something like that 😁
Hey guys, after months I’m back with a new fanfic for @jay-and-dean ’s 3k Celebration #jays3kcelebration . With:
Prompt: “Someone on horny” And “You said that 3 times already, I got it.
Dean x Reader one shot
Summary: What would you do after a heavy hunt? Maybe tasting some pizza?
Word count: ~1200 words
Warning: Smut, Hand kink, unprotected sex. Fluff
I hope you like it. Feedbacks are appreciated as always
You were tired. The hunt was so damn heavy and complicated that after returning to the bunker, no one had any energy left to even talk. So you just cleaned up and waited in the kitchen til the pizza delivery came. Sam left to bring the pizza and you sat across Dean, who was already sipping on his beer. But what your eyes had catched this time weren’t his lips, this time when he rubbed his eyes, you couldn’t fight the need to watch his around nails, thick fingers, his glistening knuckles and the prominent veins.
"Veins"
You could feel how the blood started to run wildly in yours.
"You know? I like that.” Out of nowhere he said bluntly, taking a deep breath after stretching his muscles. And if you weren’t already lost thinking about his hands all over your body, you would ask “What?”.
However for your surprise and for the first ever time in the century, he didn’t need any question, pressure or insistence to let … out of his chest. He’d said it like it was something very normal. Like you two had never been creeps around eachother for the last 7 months.
“I like the smell of your shampoo.”
“Uhum” You replied, not having any clue what he’d just said.
You were already high on your live sex dream. Couldn’t stop the imagine of his fingers inside of you while your nipples started to get hard under your thin white crop top.
“It’s soothing. Like … I don’t know. You mostly smell like danger.”
Because it’s happened to us on a trek, if you see abandoned clothes, stop and search for anyone nearby. Late-stage hypotherima causes a thing called paradoxical undressing where the person feels too hot and starts taking their clothes off.
Hey guys, after months I'm back with a new fanfic for @jay-and-dean 's 3k Celebration #jays3kcelebration . With:
Prompt: "Someone on horny" And "You said that 3 times already, I got it.
Dean x Reader one shot
Summary: What would you do after a heavy hunt? Maybe tasting some pizza?
Word count: ~1200 words
Warning: Smut, Hand kink, unprotected sex. Fluff
I hope you like it. Feedbacks are appreciated as always
You were tired. The hunt was so damn heavy and complicated that after returning to the bunker, no one had any energy left to even talk. So you just cleaned up and waited in the kitchen til the pizza delivery came. Sam left to bring the pizza and you sat across Dean, who was already sipping on his beer. But what your eyes had catched this time weren't his lips, this time when he rubbed his eyes, you couldn't fight the need to watch his around nails, thick fingers, his glistening knuckles and the prominent veins.
"Veins"
You could feel how the blood started to run wildly in yours.
"You know? I like that." Out of nowhere he said bluntly, taking a deep breath after stretching his muscles. And if you weren't already lost thinking about his hands all over your body, you would ask "What?".
However for your surprise and for the first ever time in the century, he didn't need any question, pressure or insistence to let the truth of his feeling out of his chest. He'd said it like it was something very normal. Like you two had never been creeps around eachother for the last 7 months.
"I like the smell of your shampoo."
"Uhum" You replied, not having any clue what he'd just said.
You were already high on your live sex dream. Couldn't stop the imagine of his fingers inside of you while your nipples started to get hard under your thin white crop top.
"It's soothing. Like … I don't know. You mostly smell like danger."
"Danger?" You mumbled, but not thinking about "How your smell could make a hunter like Dean Winchester feel in danger?!"
You just couldn't focus on anything but those fingers around the sweaty beer bottle.
"Yeah, but not in a bad way. You know? More like …"
"Dinner is here." Sam announced as he rushed in, carrying pizza boxes in his hands.
"Oh, yeah! Love me some pepperoni." Dean greeted him sweetly, like the child he actually was in his heart but used to mostly bury him under his serious Winchester face.
"This smells like heaven!" Sam said, smelling on his slice, as soon as he put the box on the table and flip the lid.
"I was about to say the same thing, Sammy."
The smirk in his voice didn't help you. Not when out of nowhere his longing look shifted from the pizza to you. Actually it made every thing get worse. Now you have to uncomfortablly shifted in your seat, being terrified in case anyone could notice how your sex was already on fire!
"Hmmm, you know? Sometimes I wish I was a pizza man."
Sam rolled his eyes in response to his brother's comment, chewing on his pizza.
"No, you would never do that, Dean."
"Why not?" Dean asked, licking on his fingers with such a sloppy sound that made your knees go weak under the table.
"Cause …" Sam drank from his bottle. " … you would try all the pizzas before delivering them."
"Nah, at least not when the babysitter ordered one." He winked and you bit hard on your lip, preventing a whine from scaping your lips.
This was not good. You stole your eyes. It was already so hard to think about anything but him … him and his charisma, or his capturing scent,his tempting mouth … his dirty mind … and his skilled fingers.
"Fingers"
Once more he licked on them and this time you had to press your tights against eachother cause now you could hear those sloppy voices not only with your ears but also with your sex!
"Is something wrong?" Sammy's question shook you out of your head. You gave him a strange look, making him explain more:
"Why you don't eat? I thought you like pizza too …"
"I do." You stole your eyes, looking down at the food you always loved but now had no interest in.
"I just … I think I need a nap more." With that you stood up, focusing on contracting you muscles enough to support your weight now that your knees seemed almost melted under you with the sexy imaginations of Dean.
"Gosh …"
This time you couldn't stopped yourself, not when Dean casually licked his lips, looking up at you.
"What?" He asked. A frown slightly forming on his face.
You thanked God that they couldn't read your mind. More specifically right now.
"I hate the sounds you make when you …" For a brief of moment your brain got blank with his eyes locking in yours in an awkward silent.
"… when you're eating something!" You completed your saying in a hurry, feeling a wave of red shade spreading on your cheeks and nose tip.
"Why?" He asked, first raising his brows in wonder, then narrowing his eyes at you.
"Like it matters"
He didn't hear your low voice and you didn't wait for him to ask again. Instead with a "goodnight boys" you turned on your heels to run to your personal shelter: room 32.
"Thank God."
Closing the door behind yourself, you took a shaky breath and closed your eyes to concentrate … to stop the images of Dean giving you what your thirsty body always wanted:
His warm breath on your skin, his skilled tongue in your mouth and his thick digits inside of you.
"Gosh!"
Another shaky breath and this time you decided that maybe another quick cold shower could ease the situation up.but even when you stopped under the coldest possible flow for a few minutes, nothing had changed. Actually with every cold drops that would hit your sensitive skin, the pain got worse.
"Please!" You bit on your lip, terrified of the slightest possibility that the boys could hear your moans. And that was the reason you had to change the plan. You couldn't risk touching yourself there. The bathroom was too big and the bunker was too quite. Your voice could easily resonated in the night.
"God damn it!"
You stepped out of bathroom and dried your skin. Then you wore the bathrobe Dean had bought for you after losing a bet. It was soft. And thick enough to warm your body.
"Just like Dean himself, right?" You asked yourself, already regretting wearing the robe. Cause now all you could think of was him again: the way his bare skin could feel against yours … the things he could do with those strong hands of him …
You sighed and lied on your bed, letting the towelling fabric tickle your breasts as you were taking deep breaths to calm yourself.
"Oh Dean."
You called him in another sigh, shutting your eyes to force the sleep in. Just as you were getting close to fall asleep, thr mattress deepened beside of you and then someone whispered in the room:
"Did you call me?"
As you opened your eyes in a sudden surprise, a hand appeared to push on your mouth, preventing you from making any loud voices.
"DEAN?!!"
You heard your own muffled voice in your head, looking up at the hunter who was bending on you.
"Sshhhh." He said, replacing his hand with his mouth on your lips as soon as you recognized him. Now the thin wall between dreams and reality was vanished and you couldn't understand if you were simply having a dream or …
"I thought you already had a shower, why you had another one again?"
He smiled. One of his hands in your hair, the other lightly tracing down on your skin, from your neck down to your chest.
"Dean!" His name fell like a prayer from your lips and you had to blink to beliece he was really there with you.
"Me, right? You had to shower again because of me?" He questioned, smirking, biting on the tip of his tongue.
"Hmm … looks like someone is horny." When his tracing hand reached to your breast under the robe, he skillfully pulled the garment away on his fingertips and looked down at your hardened nipple.
"Ahhh." You couldn't suppress your moans or stop your hips from jerking up to seek any attention from him anymore. He was there. He was too close and you just …
"It's okay. I got you." He reassured you, getting on the bed, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, making your body go delirious under his heated touch.
"Please!"
You had to cling to his shoulders to stop
Yourself from falling apart as his hand find your core between you two.
"What's it, sweetheart? You like it when I touch you here?" He asked, still rocking the same proud smirk on his ridiculously sexy lips.
"Oh God!" Your threw your head back on the pillow as he pushed his index and middle fingers inside of you while his thumb was rubbing your clit in circles.
You whimpered, feeling the pleasurable flames spread through your body from where he was teasing you.
It took just a minute for your body to react, your back almost arched if it wasn't for his strong hand pushing you down.
"No!" He said, pulling his fingers out.
"Please!" You whined, gasping, looking down at see his handsome face. But he was holding his hand in your sight line, forming a victory sign with the fingers he just had inside of you. They were glistening.
"You see? I already have you dripping on my fingers." He said, putting them in his mouth, licking on your juice while looking back in your eyes
"Dear Goood!"
Your hips jerked up again and your tights started to shake so violatly that he had to hold them.
"I said no. You're gonna come on my cock, not on my fingers. I didn't even use my tongue yet."
You fisted the sheets, curving your toes in pain.
"Dean!" Your weak moan was so pleading that even if he would, Dean couldn't stop the pride and the joy you already made him feel. It was reflecting in his eyes.
"I'm here, Y/n. Just let me take care of you." He said and you heard the click sound his belt made when he threw it somewhere across the room.
"Ahhhhh" Now you were unable to even form a comprehended word. All you could think of was just him. Only him.
His hot mouth leaving marks on your neck, his strong arms locked around your waist, his bare chest against you breasts, his thick length sinking inside of you …
"Come!" He whispered the commend on your ear after biting on it.
So you did! You always wondered how people could scream while having their climax? It never happened to you. Til that night … til you came like you had never did before. Your back arched and you felt how hard your throbbing walls were sucking on his length as he was speeding up the rhythm, working you through your orgasm.
"Son of a bitch! You're so damn hot." He said, sucking the air out of your lungs in another sensual kiss. His curious dominant tongue explored your mouth and made the loving torture get even worse. To the point as he withdrew and spreaded his come on your body, you were completely limp, unable to stop yourself from shaking in ecstasy.
"Y/n? … sweetheart? … are you ok?" He asked as soon as the peak of his climax passed, looking down at you a little worried.
"Not … done … please …"
"*please*? Oh, sweetheart … You said that 3 times, already …" He smirked, again with a pair of shiny eyes. Like he was the happiest human being on the earth. But when you whimpered, he had to stop looking down at you as like you were a galaxy or something! He whispered:
"I got it"
It was promising. Dean was always the man of his words. So he reached down again to massage your core, as his tongue was teasingly drawing circles around your nipple, his sticking up hairs brushing your skin, making your hormones shoot up again.
"I'm … so …"
You couldn't complete your warning, just as he bit on your nipple, you screamed again, this time so much louder that you were sure not just Sam but also every other living things within the two-mile radius of bunker could hear you. However you couldn't care less. Your hips jerked up while your vision was completely gone.
"Deeeaaaaannn"
That was intense and long. Longest pleasure that you've ever had during sex. And the most memorable one. Cause while you were almost out, he held you tight in his arms, whispering sweet words, kissing and worshiping you like …
"You're my dream that's coming true!" He laughed at his own joke and you can hear the pure happiness in it.
"I love you." Although your low mindlessly confession faded in the night but Dean didn't miss it but you were already out before he could respond
"I love you too. With all I've got." He whispered on your sweaty face, then he pecked on your lips as your eyes flattered shut. After months you finally fell asleep in peace …
