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「 ♱ 」 @lostalioth ‘s side blog ⁺‧₊˚
— alt blog for fic rec reblogs · i have lots of hyperfixations so they will be tagged with the fandom and character · mdni / 18+ · twenties
Post Scriptum (drip for me)
MINORS DNI! divider by @cafekitsune
pairing: fwb!dean winchester x fem!reader synopsis: Dean Winchester is the worst. A week without touching you, and now he’s glued to his stupid case notes while you stand there naked and trembling. But if Dean’s going to ignore you, fine. You’ll make him pay for it. Except the only one paying is you, rutting helplessly against his thigh until you’re soaked through and begging for him to finally give you what you need.
disclaimer: english is not my first language! warnings: porn with little plot, thigh riding, p in v, mean!dean, dirty talk, motel, friends with benefits trope, bratty/needy reader, dom!dean, sub!reader, praise kink (good girl) + degradation (pathetic, needy), overstimulation, mentions of masturbation, research interrupted, orgasm control, second person, no use of y/n, no explicit physical descriptions. word count: 3.2k+
chye's corner: finally back from holiday! this is based on this ask, i was requested more thigh riding, less clothes with mr dean winchester... hell yeah. i hope this was close to what you envisioned!! i have five drafts that are begging to be posted as well, so keep your eyes peeled! pls consider a reblog, a like, or a comment! thank you for choosing to read my words (((:
chye's grimoire (masterlist) requests are open!
alec mcdowell & transgenic!user - a million kisses ㅤ ┊ ㅤ (18+!)
i want someone to promise me a million kisses and more . . . or, he's your first everything; first, and second, and fifth, and tenth.
includes, MDNI. ㅤ explicit sexual content ㅤ (light ) breeding kink ㅤ unprotected p in v ㅤ first times! ㅤ fluffy smut ㅤ like genuinely sickly sweet ㅤ soft dom!alec ㅤ best friend!reader ㅤ dirty talk ㅤ talks you through it creampie (hate this word sm sorrY)
req by @foxylady493 hehe thank u for giving me an excuse to write ab rawdoggin alec mcdowell HAHA
word count: 6.2k and for what like genuinely.
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somewhere, in one of the books that joshua had stolen for you, with a well worn cover and soft pages, with faded ink painting the front cardstock, you'd read something that stuck with you. i want someone to promise me a million kisses.
it was one of those passing thoughts that embeds itself into your psyche, a physical thing lodged between the folds of your brain, making itself evident every time you tried to forget it. a million kisses... and you'd never had one.
hell, you'd never even wanted to. you were everything manticore wanted you to be; loyal to the greatest extent, dedicated to your training, dominating the rest of the x5 series by a long shot — well, alongside your best friend alec.
alec headcannons?🙏🏼
my lover boy !!!! here are some random sfw and (mostly) nsfw ones that just popped into my brain! so 18+ <3
✶ alec purrs. maybe it’s from his feline genes. maybe it’s not. but soft noises vibrate low in his throat, just like a cat, when he’s dozing off with his head in your lap.
✶ alec’s a marker. he loves leaving you covered in hickeys and bite marks. yeah, some say it’s childish and tacky to be covered in lovebites like you’re 14 again, but does alec care? no, you’re his girl and he’s reminding everyone of that fact !!
✶ alec likes being manhandled. i said what i said. not in the “i’m gonna throw you around the bed and break your back” way, but in the “i’m gonna pull you down for a kiss and push you against the wall” type of way. seeing his girl be assertive and use him however she wants makes him feral.
✶ alec whimpers. it’s loud and it’s pathetic, and normally he keeps relatively quiet during sex, but when he’s in love? lord, he’s letting all his whiny little noises out.
✶ alec would never confess to it, but he loves the silly pet names you give him. he’s always on the receiving end of compliments from random women who hit on him, but when they come from you? he melts. his favourites are “pretty boy” and “handsome.” they get him all giddy.
✶ alec always ends up on caregiving duty after nights out, taking care of your drunk ass and all your friends. he adores it though, cause he gets to receive slurred lovey dovey compliments and be covered in your drunken kisses.
✶ alec has stamina that could last for days… like genuinely. his vicious thrusts and brutal pace seem like they’d tire him out within minutes, but no. his perfect genes allow him to last hours, fucking you into the mattress and leaving you wrecked every single time. you allow him bragging rights, but only because the sex is mind-blowingly good.
✶ alec’s into bondage. his teachings from manticore gave him a wide knowledge of knots and all that, so tying you up and leaving you all pretty and bound for him is a common occurrence for you both.
typing this out made me wanna write more alec fics bc he’s literally the love of my life !!! alec mcdowell supremacy !!!!!!
I would love an imagine where Dean grows out his hair and beard like Jensen’s is irl now and reader is just absolutely obsessed with it
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ dirty blond curls
pairing: purgatory!dean winchester x fem!reader
summary: you might have found a way to stop dean from cutting his hair
cw: 18+ smut.ᐟ unprotected p in v [wrap it up kids].ᐟ hair pulling.ᐟ pre-est relationship [dating].ᐟ nicknames [baby, sweetheart].ᐟ
word count: 705
julia yaps: the show had it wrong. dean would have longer hair after coming back from purgatory, this is simple hair growth logic! fight me on that!
ever since dean came back from purgatory, you just couldn’t stop staring at him with his completely new look – a curtain mullet and a beard which he nicely trimmed after a long shower – and by god you honestly felt like a feral animal trying to restrain themselves.
the way he looked now simply awakened something deeply primal inside you. funny how a little change can make you feel huh?
god i need to pull his hair
i miss husband!dean.. and apparantly so have you?
aka husband!dean coming back to your city after leaving 10 months ago
finally!! a continuation of my mini timeline! first meeting and first date are here for some context!
10 months. thats how long it took until dean caved and he just had to see you again. he knew it was a bit silly- lying to sam about a possible hunt in the area- but he seriously couldnt wait any longer.
you had just fallen asleep when you heard a knock on the door, and you couldn't hold back a groan as you checked the time. 1:27 am. who the hell would even be awake at this time?
you dragged yourself out of bed, oversized plaid pj pants and all, determined to give whoever this was a piece of your mind for disturbing your sleep.
"do you know what time it is-" your voice was as hostile as you could manage for being half asleep, but your voice cut off as you saw dean. the dean. the dean who saved your life then made out with you like his life depended on it. that dean.
"yeah, babe. is late. mind if i crash?" that stupid cocky grin- you had half a mind to smack him just for looking like that- but you stepped aside regardless, rubbing your face in exhaustion as he walked in.
"go back to bed, sweetheart. i wont do nothin'" he said softly, kissing your temple before he sat himself down on your couch.
everything felt life a fever dream- at least thats what you told yourself. the only sound that filled your apartment was you shuffling back towards your room, and eventually the click of you locking your bedroom door before you went back to bed. you werent completely stupid.
"hey-!" dean yelled, his voice cracking after being just woken up by you pinching his nipple.
you had told yourself it was just a weird dream and dean wasnt actually in your house- so it was a big surprise when you walk out of your room the next morning to him sprawled across your couch, shirt off, and snoring.
"what the hell dude!" you pinched him again- being a bit more thoughtful and pinching his pec- but you werent being nice on him yet.
"what? thought you woulda missed me or something-" dean protested, swatting your hand away from him, but that smirk was already making its way onto his face as he caught sight of you properly, for the first time in what felt like forever.
"well yeah but that doesnt mean you show up out of nowhe-"
"so you did miss me." he interupted, his hands gently moving to hold your wrists together before you could hit or pinch him again. he might have been projecting a bit- he missed you more than he cared to admit.
"can you shut up." you countered, rolling your eyes at his words.
before you knew it, you were tugged ontop of him, straddling him on your couch. the same place he kissed you 10 months ago.
your mouths moved together like it was second nature, as if they had spent all this time chasing each other.
"was starting to think you died" you murmured against his lips, but you didnt dare pull away. you had too much time to make up for.
"i was starting to think you got a boyfriend." he smiled against you lips, pulling away just a bit to look at you, almost like he was taking in your face. he pretended like he wasnt trying to memorize it.
"and if i did?"
"you better call him and tell him your gonna be busy the next few days, sweetheart."
a/n - yet another cliffhanger before the smut! sorry not sorry lovies, but big thank you for reading this!!
taglist (comment to be added) - @nchye @sayras-blogg @castielsonlyangel @lori19 @sammyslittledoll @y0inked @midnightsync
FLIGHT DISTRACTION
s1!dean x fem!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content (mdni), mentions of flight anxiety, consensual and semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v (don't you ever do that).
notes: it has been sooo long since i wrote something, this might not be very good but bear with me D: also, english is not my first language and i hope i didn't make any mistakes.
word count: 1336.
the airplane engines droned steadily, filling the cabin with a mechanical hum that only heightened the taut anticipation of takeoff. dean’s breath hitched, caught in a grip of fear as real and raw as any wound.
cw: smut.ᐟ russell shaw x reader.ᐟ oral [m.receiving].ᐟ heavy tension.ᐟ making out.ᐟ praise.ᐟ pet names [sweetheart, good girl].ᐟ 18+
wc: 3000
#notes: you were just doing colter a favour. you didn’t mean to get on your knees for his brother instead...
the knock at your door came just after midnight. you weren’t expecting company.
your phone still sat on the kitchen counter, screen dim but warm from the last call— colter, a long time friend of yours. his voice had came through tight, like he was pacing somewhere on the other end.
"you know i wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important," he’d said. "russ just needs a place to crash for the night, maybe two. c'mon i'd owe you big time."
you hadn’t asked too many questions. mostly because you weren’t sure if you wanted to hear the answers. all you got was a name— russell shaw whom you'd known was the eldest brother.
and a warning, though colter hadn't exactly called it that.
"he’s not dangerous, just been through some shit. little rough around the edges but he’s my brother, an honest guy, i trust him with my life."
colter didn’t mention what kind of 'shit' russell was in. he didn’t say why he needed to lay low. only that the cops were sniffing around for something they wouldn’t find. and that russell needed to be out of sight until things blew over.
so you said yes.
₊˚⊹♡ i’ll make you cry
pairing: russell shaw x fem!reader
summary: you challenge russell, a handsome stranger that you met at the bar, which leads to the best cunnilingus in your life
cw: 18+ smut.ᐟ oral [f receiving].ᐟ cunnilingus.ᐟ softdom!russell.ᐟ overstimulation if you blink.ᐟ cursing.ᐟ nicknames [sweetheart, angel, sweet thing].ᐟ aftercare.ᐟ
word count: 1085
julia yaps: say thank you to ma gurl @mahi-wayy for reminding me there isn’t much russell shaw content which made me write this hehe ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAHIIII!
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it all started at the local dive bar. russell came up to the bars counter and casually sat beside you, getting himself a whiskey and offering to buy you a drink of your choice, which you agreed to, then he proceeded to chat you up.
as the alcohol started kicking in, you began exchanging more and more flirtatious looks and comments at each other – which lead to this question right here.
“what can that mouth do other than talk sweet, hm?” you asked with a subtle smirk thinking you were sly, stirring your drink with your straw before taking another sip. you used the triangular method on him which he didn’t mind at all.
WET DREAMZ
pathetic sammy wet dream boo. surprise! warnings: doggy, praise from sam, size kink, finger stuff, idk fluff at the end. i love him. also tjis is straight up porn. this is a surprise for @sweeterthancandy i love you !!
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after a long day of smoke-thick motels, coffee that tasted like burnt air, and another grave dug somewhere off the highway, sam winchester didn’t know how he found himself here.
“you’re—fuck, being too loud, baby,” he murmured, voice soft against your ear. even with your face muffled in the pillow, the sounds you were making were way too loud for him to brush off as just him taking care of a hangover. if the people outside the motel paid enough attention, they would know exactly what was happening in here. “gotta… gotta keep it down a little.”
“m—m’trying,” you slurred into the pillow again, clamping your teeth into the fabric of the pillow, trying to bite back a soft cry at the sensation of him sitting idle inside you. he was stretching you out, due to his big size of 8 inches, and for a girl who was shorter than 6’4 and wasn’t 200 pounds of pure muscle? that was a lot to take.
sam’s hand came down to gently trace the arch of your back, pushing you further into the mattress for a better angle. “s’gotta be really... really hard for you,” he was blabbering now, still rocking into you. he was trying desperately not to let out any sounds of his own, which was very difficult when you were being so, good for him. “doing so... so good, baby.” he reminded.
slowly, his fingers that were curled around your hips tightened to an almost bruising grip, and he pushed himself—all eight inches inside. the sensation had you seeing stars, a loud gasp leaving your throat, eyes squeezing shut.
one of sam’s big hands quickly came to cover your mouth, desperate to keep you quiet now. his hips leaned back then thrusted forward, burying himself completely inside you as a soft, strained gasp left him. his fingers pressed against your lips, trying to contain the sounds that you tried to let out. “you... you’re gonna wake up the whole—fuck.” sam’s fingers pressed down more firmly, keeping you silent as he continued to move inside your tight heat.
“you gotta be... be so quiet,” he slurred, letting out a low groan at the feeling of you clenching around him. he started to speed up, just barely, still trying to keep you from being completely loud. you gasped as he sped up, biting his finger gently to keep yourself quiet—a sharp whine leaving him at the sensation.
“such a … fuck.. a good girl,” sam whispered, his fingers loosening a bit as your whimpers got higher. his hands moved to grab your ass, holding you to him as he began to thrust harder into you. his voice was becoming more strained. “takin’ it so well, yeah, that’s right, that’s—“
sam woke with a sharp hiss at the sound of your voice, startled out of an uneasy sleep that clung to him like sweat. his eyes fluttered open, unfocused and squinting against the dim motel light, and when he realized where he was—and that you were standing right there—he groaned softly and turned his face away, suddenly very invested in the peeling wallpaper beside the bed.
his fingers moved automatically to his chin, brushing over the tacky warmth that confirmed his embarrassment. a thin trail of drool. perfect.
“ugh, god,” he muttered, swiping it off quickly with the sleeve of his flannel. “i—I wasn’t even that tired.”
you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “you were snoring.”
“was not,” he mumbled, still avoiding your eyes.
“you drooled, sam.”
“yeah, okay, i might’ve drooled,” he admitted, cheeks already starting to turn a light, bashful pink. “don’t act like it’s a crime.”
“it’s not,” you teased, fighting a grin. “it’s just gross. and weirdly… vulnerable of you.”
“glad to know my most humiliating moment brings you joy.”
he finally risked a glance at you, only to find you staring with that irritating mix of amusement and affection that made him want to both roll his eyes and hide under the covers.
“you were mumbling in your sleep, too,” you added. “sounded like a mix between an insane injury and a porno.”
sam groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. “please stop talking.”
“what were you dreaming about?”
“you. shutting up,” he deadpanned.
you’d never know.
cw: smut.ᐟ dbf!ben x reader.ᐟ au non-supe ben.ᐟ age gap [reader is in her 20s].ᐟ reader lives at home.ᐟ making out.ᐟ dry humping.ᐟ car sex.ᐟ manipulation.ᐟ praise.ᐟ corruption kink.ᐟ pervy!ben.ᐟ pet names [sweetheart, baby, baby girl].ᐟ 18+
#notes: if you didn't read part one it's here, part two is here
this part will take place as a continuation of part two. also this isn't my best work but i've been wanting to write so here we are.*not fully edited bc im lazy.
wc: 1830
the door shuts heavier than it needs to, the thunk echoing in the small cab before either of you say a word. the seatbelt digs cold into your shoulder when you pull it across, hands moving on instinct, brain still hazy from the feel of him under you.
ben’s already in the driver’s seat, one hand gripping the wheel, the other sliding the keys in. the engine comes alive, a steady growl that fills the silence. he doesn’t look at you right away— eyes fixed ahead— but the air feels stale, heavy with whatever just happened on his couch.
you turn toward the window, watching the dim pools of streetlight roll over the hood, your thighs pressed tight together under the hem of his hoodie. it smells like him.
the truck into gear, pulling away from the curb. the motion jostles you slightly, the seat warm where the heater’s kicked in. neither of you speak. the only sound is the low thrum of the tires on asphalt and the occasional click of his turn signal.
the red light you approach stretches out in a slow burn, and ben’s hands tighten on the steering wheel, knuckles pale where his fingers clutch the leather. he lets out a low curse, tangled with frustration. “what the fuck am i doing,” he mutters, head falling back against the wheel for a moment, eyes squeezed shut as if to block out the weight of the everything.
ben was a selfish bastard— no other way to put it. after all this time, finally having you all to himself had felt like a fucking drug. like tasting something he’d been starving for but shouldn’t want.
and even now, he could still feel the press of your clothed cunt grinding against him, slick and needy through the thin fabric of his sweats. that slow, maddening friction had him on edge, every nerve screaming for more. his tongue ran over his lips, wet and deliberate, savouring the faint, sweet taste of you still lingering there.
MRS. WINCHESTER
husband!sam x fem!reader
cw: 18+ MDNI; p in v, dirty talk, sam has a "mrs. winchester" kink
a/n: @sammyslittledoll I KNOW I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO START THIS TOMORROW BUT THIS WAS LOWKEY MAKING ME GO FERAL AND I NEEDED TO GET IT OUT!!!
cw: smut.ᐟ camgirl!reader x beau arlen part 3.ᐟ age gap [readers in college].ᐟ possessive!beau.ᐟ awkward / tensioned reveal.ᐟ hotel meetup.ᐟ thumb sucking.ᐟ sex [p in v].ᐟ partial condom usage.ᐟ video recording.ᐟ pet names [sweetheart, baby].ᐟ 18+
#notes: part one here — part two here. i don't love the ending of this, but i can't be bothered to add onto it lol. also not fully edited because im lazy.
wc: 4000
you said yes.
it was a few typed words on the chat box, agreeing to meet up with him, with cowboy_rangler85. you didn’t know what the hell you'd agreed to, but you did anyways.
and now beau's here.
the room’s too nice for what he was about to do in it. it’s one of those suites tucked in the back corner of a mid-tier hotel chain. one with a king bed, a love seat, and a view overlooking the highway— clean and respectable. the kind of place someone like him wouldn’t have to feel ashamed walking into.
no seedy carpet, no broken vending machines humming down the hall. beau had insisted on it. he wasn’t gonna take you to some shitty roadside spot just because he could get away with it.
he checked in under his own name. didn’t bother hiding, cause divorced men don’t need aliases. and it’s not like you’d recognize him, or so he thought. it's not like you'd paid much attention to him at the bakery, or when you slipped him a fresh pastry with that bubbly smile.
now here he is, sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, breathing harder than he should be, checking the time on his phone again and again.
i need beau like now right fucking now jesus christ
18+ mdni
clark "say thank you, baby" kent who ingrains the importance of manners into you. words of please and thanks go a long way with most, so what would make clark any different?
he's a man made of pure heart, valves and veins containing nothing but good — his kind nature all done without any need for acknowledgement or praise. everything he does, done simply just because. though after a while, he'd find himself chasing after approval, and so he'd turn to you.
but it would manifest differently.
when the head of his twitching cock rests on your tongue, he's muttering blissed, mumbled words of praise; talking sweetly of how beautiful you look with his dick in your mouth or how pretty your eyes look. and once he's finished emptying the contents of his balls on your flat and extended tongue, he's closing your mouth — a finger pressing up under your chin, as if he's asking you to swallow. he'd then come down to your level and meet you with a kiss, uttering a simple "say thank you, baby," against them.
or even when he's feeling particularly naughty, thick heavy cock resting on your cunt, he'd wait; teasing you with that he knew you wanted most — with what you needed more than everything else in the world right now. he'd grind himself through your pussy's lips, pushing his tip past the slick of your folds until he can surprise you with his dick. he'd grant your desperate pleas and begs, and would sink deep inside. pressing chaste, urgent little kisses across your cheek as he works them towards your ear. muttering softly into the shell of it, "say thank you, baby."
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his camgirl
( synopsis ) — finally getting a break away from sam and away from all the hunting. he visits his favorite girls stream, yours. happy to spend all of his money on you if it meant he could relieve himself.
( warning ) — mdni, smut, camgirl, lingerie, sex toys, dean praising u thru chat, dirty talk, male masturbation, deepthroating, dacryphillia if you squint. this is a reupload from my old account.
Was Dean the type of man to indulge in something like this? Absolutely. More than anyone else he knew, Dean was aware, unapologetically so, that this was exactly his kind of thing.
He sat alone in a dimly lit motel room, the familiar creak of the mattress beneath him as he leaned back against the headboard. Sam was out, running errands or maybe chasing a lead on his own, and Dean knew he had time. Time to unwind in his own way. With one hand he began to unbutton his jeans, the other deftly maneuvering the mouse of his aging laptop until he landed on a site he knew far too well.
BecomeACamGirl.com
clingy clark
( synopsis ) — after insecurely taking advice from jimmy and spending hours online, clark distances himself from you. scared he might’ve overwhelmed you with his clinginess. all for a crying clark to come back home to you.
( warnings ) — none! just an insecure, clingy clark.
( tags ) — @jordiemeow [to be added]
“Just leave them alone for a second, Clark!” Lois laughs, watching as Clark’s arms stay locked around your waist, his face practically buried in your shoulder like a big, needy golden retriever.
“Yeah, dude. Clinginess isn’t cute. I should know. I’m probably the best guy in the room when it comes to women,” Jimmy adds from beside Lois, nudging her playfully before he’s met with a sharp glare.
“Oh, shut up,” you say to Jimmy, leaning back into Clark’s hold. “Just give me a few minutes, baby. Lois and I are talking about the article.” You give his arm a quick pat before slipping out of his grip.
When you and Lois walk off toward the printing room, Clark stays behind. He frowns, glancing at Jimmy and leaning against the edge of the desk, his arms crossed.
“Do you think that’s true?” he mutters. “Do you think they get annoyed when I’m too… affectionate?”
Jimmy barely looks up. “Most definitely,” he says flatly. “I mean, come on, man. You’re like a big dog. Always all over them.. hugging, touching, laying your head on them. If I were dating you, I’d lose my mind.”
And that conversation sticks in Clark’s head longer than it should. Later that night, he’s alone in his cold, quiet room. The only light in the room comes from his computer screen. He’s slouched in front of it, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he stares at the headline on the screen:
“Are Clingy Boyfriends a Turn-Off?”
✩ BUY ME PRESENTS
HE KNOWS WHEN I’M SLEEPING / / AND HE KNOWS WHEN I’M NOT
RUSSELL SHAW X FEM!READER
EXPLICIT CONTENT. MINORS DNI.
✩ BACK TO… NOURA’S CHRISTMAS SPECIAL
summary: russell welcomes himself home
warnings: somnophilia, dubious consent (russell and reader are consenting, but reader doesn’t verbally consent), smut
inspired by: buy me presents- sabrina carpenter
russell shaw didn’t have a ‘home’ by its orthodox standards. to him, ‘home’ was wherever you were. and right now, in the drivers seat of his car, on his way back from some small town in santa monica, you were snug in bed, draped in one of his shirts, drowning in your sheets.