Season drabbles: Amara appears in Dean's dream. Angst or smut, you choose.
In Dreams We Are Free
Dean x Amara
592 Words
Warnings: Longing, bit oâangst.Â
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He was dreaming, he knew that much. There was no way he could ever get away from everyone like this, let alone to sit on a beach with a beer in hand. Didnât matter though, dream or no, he was enjoying it.Â
The waves were beautiful, the sand between his toes was warm and felt like heaven on his skin. He lay back on his elbows and stretched out, lifting his eyes to the sun. Peaceful. Free.Â
A smile broke across his face and Dean sighed his first contented sigh in years.Â
âItâs beautiful, isnât it, Dean?âÂ
Her voice made him melt and Dean opened his eyes, blinking into the brightness and turning towards the gorgeous woman beside him.Â
Amara lay on her side, head held up by her hand, long hand cascading down in dark waves over her shoulder. She seemed happy, a faint smile painting her thin lips.Â
âIt is,â he agreed, turning on his side to face her. âHow are you here? Are you here? Iâm dreaming.âÂ
She smiled and lifted a hand to cup his cheek. âI am here, Dean.â Her fingers pulsed on his skin, cool and enticing. âWe are connected forever. I can be wherever I pleaseâŠâ Her thumb caressed his lips, plucking them apart slowly and Dean moaned deep in the back of his throat. â...even in your dreams.âÂ
âWeâve been looking for you,â he said, trying to break the spell she was slowly casting over him. He could feel her power flowing freely into him, in her fingers, in her smile, her eyes as they pierced his gaze.Â
âI know.â She smiled and leaned close. âI need you, Dean,â she whispered, eyes focused on his plump lips. âBut we canât be together, not yet. Youâre not ready.âÂ
His heart ached for her. âI am.âÂ
Her hand dropped from his face. âNo, youâre not. You still believe that you can stop me. That youâll find some way.âÂ
He couldnât speak, shocked by the emptiness left when her touch fell away. âYou canât destroy the world, Amara.âÂ
She laughed. âDoes it really matter so much, Dean?â She lay down, facing the sun, glowing like an angel. âWorlds are created and destroyed every moment. This dream is just a world that I created for you, and when you wake, it will be destroyed.âÂ
âThatâs not the same thing, and you know it.âÂ
Her eyes turned back to him. âBe with me, Dean. Come to me and be one with me.âÂ
He closed his eyes, fighting every urge to grab her. âI canât.âÂ
âWeâre meant to be together. You set me free,â she insisted, leaning closer. âLet me return the favor, set you free.âÂ
âNo.â He took her hand and kissed her palm, closing his eyes as the feel of her consumed him. âWe canât be together.âÂ
Amaraâs hand turned to touch his cheek again. âMaybe we can. In dreams, we can be free.âÂ
Deanâs resistance fell and his eyes grew dark with the lust heâd been keeping locked away. He rolled to lay on top of her, his lips taking what heâd wanted for so long.Â
He woke up in a mess of sheets, sweat stinging his skin. He reached for her but his bed was cold, empty, as always.Â
He rolled to his side, bunching the pillow beneath his head and cursing his brain for concocting such a fantasy. He slowed his breath and closed his eyes, desperate for a little more rest.Â
Her voice flowed like wind over and through him. âCome find me, DeanâŠâ
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Summary: Jared and Jensen are a secret the world canât find out. When their management insists they hire a beard to protect their images they are less than happy with the arrangement. Pretending to be in love with someone other than Jared is going to be hard for JensenâŠright? Â
Rating:Â 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)
Pairings:Â top!Jensen x bottom!Jared // Jensen x Reader // (scenes of) J2 x Reader
Tags:Â m/m sex, gay sex, anal sex, cheating, affair, actress!Reader, acting, sex scenes, fake relationship, bearding, angst, heartbreak, p in v, smut, oral sex (m&f), threesomes, polyamorous relationship, bisexuality
A/Ns: This fic was nothing like I originally intended, but Iâm in love with where these characters took me! <3
Ps. This is pure fiction :)
This fic is complete over on Patreon
Posting to Tumblr every Mon, Wed, Fri, Sat and Sun :)
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Teaser(s)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter FourÂ
Chapter FiveÂ
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Season 9 Dean is like one of the sexiest Deans so possibly a ssd based 9x08 with maybe some smut. That'd be so awesome
That Bastard
Season 9
Dean x Reader
530 Words
Warnings: Sex.Â
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âBut, you know, when you get down to it, whatâs the big deal, right?âÂ
Oh, my God, is he going to talk forever? Weâre not here to share, weâre here to work. Come on, Dean, shut the fuck up.Â
âIâm mean, sure, thereâs the touchingâŠâ
He, what, now?
ââŠand the feelingâŠall of each otherâŠâ
Fuck, what is he doing? Shit.Â
âMy hands everywhereâŠâ
God, I love his hands. Donât look at his hands!â
ââŠtracing every inch of her body. The two of us moving togetherâŠâ
Fuck, he was so good last night I think I came four times. No, thatâs insane. Who cums four times? Shit, I did, didnât I? Does that make me a slut or something? Shit, heâs so perfect. Shut up!
Summary: When Sam marries into Y/Nâs family he naively believes sheâs a little princess incapable of putting a step wrong. But once he comes face to face with evidence that proves sheâs far from angelic which also implicates his own brother in her misdeeds, Sam finds himself battling against his own moral judgement.
Characters: Step Dad!Sam x Step Daughter!Reader, Uncle!Dean x Niece!Reader.
Parts: 7.
Warnings: stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, oral sex (male and female receiving), sexting, rough sex, degradation, dirty talk, female masturbation. Assume all tags with apply to every chapter and warnings may differ/alter as story progresses.
A/N:Â Exploring the stepdad trope with the Winchesters now. Enjoy. Beta: @negans-lucille-tblrâ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.
~Your new husband wants to put you through some tests to see just how obedient a wife youâll be.~
Negan x Reader
1,750 Words
Warnings: Dom AF Negan. Exhibition. Cock Warming. Face Fucking. Semi-public. Hotness.
A/N: Idk where this came from, but I like it. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!
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âWell, just look at you. All dressed up just for me.â
Negan grinned as he kicked back in his chair, boots lifting to cross on the table in front of him. He arched his back, stretching as he looked you over: his latest conquest, newest bride.
He had sent Dwight to your rooms with a box and a note, orders from Negan to wear the skimpy lingerie inside and make your way to the conference room. It was day time and the halls were busy; a hundred men at least had seen you walking to meet your husband, half naked, tits propped up and spilling over the too-small blood red teddy heâd picked out. The crotch was open and the lace was barely there; it was a certainty that all of his officers had seen your gifts today, but that was the test.
Could you make it to Negan without backing down?
Could you submit ultimately to him without hesitation?
Would you do anything for him?
âDo you like it?â you asked, folding your arms behind your back so that nothing was hidden from his view.
He nodded. âI do.â His voice was rough and deep, running around in your head like a drug as his words rolled like a rich melody from his lips. âIâm glad you made it.â
Warnings: sexual stuff obviously (not full blown smut tho) so pls donât read if you are not at least 18 years of age!
A/N: nothinâ like some good olâ sexual tension to get me back into the swing of writing amiright lmao. feedback is greatly appreciated since I havenât written in so long! love yall and glad to be back :)
Castiel approached you with his laptop, showing you a picture of an old man. âHere. Christopher Sherman, a pastor. Local paper in Tennessee says heâs working miracles in his Parrish.â
You pursed your lips. âFigure of speech?â
He frowned. âPerhaps.âÂ
You headed towards the bathroom as you shrugged your jacket off, giving in to the strange desire you had to take a shower. It was oddâthe more time you spent on earth, and with Castiel, the moreâŠhuman you had began to feel yourself.
~ An interview on set leads to some extra special behind the scenes activities.~
Jensen x Reader
1,767 Words
Warnings: NSFW, Oral all around.
A/N: This was a request from @thoughtslikeaminefield, a prize for winning GTGT!
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âSo, it must be hard to say goodbye after all these years.â
Y/N leaned in just a bit, just enough to give him a peek at what was hiding beneath her blouse. She knew it was wrong, but she also knew heâd been turning up the charm for the last fifteen minutes for no reason. He wanted a peek.
Jensen licked his lips slowly as his green eyes passed over the ample view she had offered. Clearing his throat, he answered honestly. âIt is. Hard to say goodbye to the crew, theyâre like family, really. Weâve been through weddings, births, funerals. Itâs like leaving home for the first time.â
Y/N pouted, listening sympathetically even as she stared at his plump lips. Sheâd always fancied him, but up close and personal⊠it was a whole new level of beautiful. He was drop-dead gorgeous and Y/N was about to drop.
âAnd Dean?â she asked, checking her notes even though she didnât need them. âWhat will it be like to put aside the flannel for the last time?â
He smiled sadly and dropped his chin, considering. He had all the answers, she knew. This wasnât his first interview of the day even, but he was playing it up nicely for the camera that filmed him over her left shoulder.
OMG. This was amazing. Iâm really digging the RPFs youâve been writing. Itâs hard to understand how well you write smut. Youâre a magic wizard somehow.
~Maybe going after Dean by yourself wasnât such a great idea after all. But, in the end⊠you couldnât really care about the missionâŠ~
Demon!Dean x Reader
1,628 Words
Warnings: NSFW! Deanâs a Demon! Bondage, Extreme Overstimulation, I guess Kidnapping, technically⊠Itâs filthy and wonderful  Enjoy
A/N: PORN WARS HAS RETURNED!!! @covered-byrosesâ - hope ya like it ;)
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The ropes were tight but you struggled anyway, desperate to loosen the knots just a bit, to give yourself someplace to go. Playful wiggling had given way to a fight, every muscle in your body set on trying to get away from the vibrator tied between your legs.
Heâd left you there, strung out and strung up, while he went for more beer. That black-eyed bastard was starting to be more trouble than he was worth, but you couldnât deny him. Not when he flashed those pearly whites and grinned in your direction. Not when he licked those sinfully perfect lips.
Dean Winchester, a fucking demon. Youâd come out here on a hunch, following a trail of knocked over convenience stores and sulfur-smelling bodies that all lead right to him. You were going to bring him home or die trying, thatâs what youâd told Sam in the note youâd left on the War Room table.
It seemed like months ago that youâd left the Bunker, weeks since youâd spotted Dean, belting some old 80s power ballad at karaoke in that shitty bar. Heâd shocked the hell out of you: he looked fine. Alive and well, drunk as a skunk, andâŠhappy. You hadnât seen Dean happy like that in forever, and when he saw you from across the bar, his entire face lit up with devilish glee.
Heâd plead his case, calmed your nerves with whiskey; conned you back to his motel room with gentle whispers that tickled your ear, and roaming fingers that promised pleasures to come.
It wasnât until you were alone that heâd shown you the truth, spilled the beans about the Mark and what it had done to him. By the time he flashed those onyx eyes, it had been too late to run, too late to scream, reach for your gun, do anything but sink down further onto his thick cock. When he pressed his thumb to your clit, the world exploded into sparks of white behind your eyes. It was too late. You came for him like you always did, loud and wet, and Dean laughed at your bodyâs submission. You were no match for his charms and they were exaggerated now; something about those black eyes and his filterless tone made you weak.
Hey girl! Itâs been a hot minute since we talked. I saw you got animal crossing and I only just got the game myself. Is it cool to add you on there as a friend???
Hey lovely! Yeah please do, Iâd love to be able to visit you and vice versa and stuff! I believe my friend code is on one of the posts but if you canât find it just lemme know and I can add it onto this post for ya! :D
I just added you! And yes. Doing much better things have been all over the place. But still, in the end Iâm better? And I wanna go back to actually writing.
~Y/N has found Michael and is ready to take him down and get Dean back. Michael doesnât care for that plan and changes the rules quite drastically.~
Michael!Dean x Reader
1,998 Words
Warnings: NSFW. NonCon-ishâŠbut not in the end. Kink!Kink. Object Insertion. Grace!Kink. Smut and Michael. âNuff said.
A/N: How about a little Porn Wars revisited?? Tag, @covered-byrosesâ youâre it! Please enjoy responsibly.Â
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The door opened without a sound, her boots silent on the highly polished floor. The only sounds were her faint, quick breaths as she snuck into the office, heart pounding when she saw him.
Michael sat in a low armchair, his back to the door, one suited leg crossed over the other. His face was turned to the window, moon above adding a glow to his stolen profile.
Y/N couldnât help but stare for a moment. It was Deanâs crooked nose, Deanâs lips, chin, brows. It was Dean and yet, so very not. He sat straighter; the hand on his ankle lay oddly. There was no Dean coming through, not tonight.
If he sensed her presence, Michael gave no clue, not even flinching as her first footsteps entered the room.
The angel blade in her fist gleamed in the faint moonlight as she raised it high, ready to strike, drive it deep into his back, freeing her friend.
~Samâs left alone with the girl heâs just helped saved and he canât seem to stop thinking about kissing herâŠ~
Sam x Y/N, Dean
2,468 Words
Warnings: PG13. Making out. Kissy Kissy. Mild adult themes. It could be on the show.
A/N: This is for @negans-lucille-tblrâââ âs 4k Foreplay Challenge⊠in which I chose making out. Went a tad over the word limit but I hope you wonât mind, Bee. and I do hope you and everyone enjoysâŠ
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Thereâs a clock somewhere in the room and the faint ticking is getting louder with each passing second. As soon as Sam hears it for the first time, he canât unhear it, and itâs starting to mess with his head.
How long since heâs said anything? Feels like way too long.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Feels like his heart is starting to beat on the second mark.
Tick. Tick.
Isnât there supposed to be a tock?
Tick.
He clears his throat and it sounds painfully loud. It rings in his ears; even the sound of his tongue moving in his mouth seems like itâs coming through over a loudspeaker. He has to say something. Has to break the silence.
~Some nights they liked to sit out on the hood of the Impala and watch the starsâŠpassing a bottle of whiskey between themâŠ~
Sam x Dean
1,281 Words
Warnings: Bittersweet Romance
A/N: A little ditty from my One Day Only Request Line. The lovely anon asked for some Drunk!Sam Wincest. Hope you all enjoyâŠ
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It was a warm night.
They sat on the hood of the Impala, silently passing the bottle of Jack back and forth. There was a slight breeze that echoed through the surrounding pines, but otherwise the world was quiet. There were no screams in the dark, no monsters lurking; there was just the moon and the whiskey, and for a moment, everything was fine.
Dean stretched out, locking his hands behind his head as he lay back against the windshield. He cast his eyes to the stars and sighed, content and relaxed. âThis is nice,â he murmured; a gentle smile painted on his face.
Sam hummed in agreement, pink lips wrapped around the bottle, drinking more than his share on that round. He felt oddly happy; momentarily forgetting that Lucifer was actively trying to get under his skin, that Dean would probably have to kill him, that the fate of the planet rested on their shoulders. He couldnât think on that stuff tonight, there was just something in the air, something in the way the stars were so perfectly clear and aligned that made it all seemâŠokay.
âMaybe youâre just drunk,â he whispered to himself, logic telling him that was the only explanation for not being balled up in the fetal position sobbing.
~Look, in this line of work, somethingâs always getting thrown at someone. There have to be rules. Rules that have to be followed. Unless, ya know, you need to break themâŠ~
Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, OFC
6,780 Words
Warnings: NSFW. Sex Pollen. DubCon-ish. Established Relationships. Fuck or Die. All the Smut.
A/N: This was based off an anonymous prompt from my One Day Only request line. Hope you all enjoy!
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Twigs broke under boots, branches gave way to waving arms.
The forest was loud that evening; wildlife screamed as they scrambled away from rushing bodies, birds overhead chirped in warning.
Three hunters with guns on the ready took on the woods like an invading army, stomping down grass, destroying bushes, kicking over habitats, unaware of the ecosystems dying around them. They were on a mission and they would not be stopped. People were dying, children disappearing. It was up to them to bring the terror that had befallen Silver Ridge to an end.
Y/N broke away from Dean and Sam, following her gut deep into the forest. She could have sworn she saw something move in the corner of her eye, and veered right when the guys went left. Now, even if she tried, she couldnât see them through the trees; flannel and canvas was hidden by late summer greens.
The light was dying, sky turning golden ahead. Sun pulsed through the treeline like a strobe as she ran, trying to catch up with the phantom sheâd seen.
Somewhere in the background, Dean yelled her name and she turned, nearly spraining her ankle as she stopped short, body moving towards his voice automatically.
âDean?â she called back, but there was no answer, only an echo slapping her in the face. âSam!â
The air shifted behind her and Y/N spun back around, catching a glimpse of the being sheâd been chasing. The bastard was screwing with her. She was getting close.
Summary:Â Party animal, Y/Nâs life is spiralling out of control until she discovers celebrity, Jensen Ackles, is her real father. Moving to Austin, she decides to turn her life around, but Jensen isnât the only man she learns to love
Characters: You, Jensen Ackles, Christina Ackles (OFC), Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, others to follow Iâm sureâŠ
Pairings: Reader x Other, (Eventual) Jared x Reader
Rating: 18+ (Smut, Angst, Fluff)
Tags: dad!Jensen, long lost father, angst, fluff, slow burn romance, teasing, slow burn smut, mentions of crappy childhood, inappropriate relationship, age gap (reader is 18 Jared is 33), drug use, mentions of fertility issues, marriage problemsÂ
A/Ns: This is a plot line for a Fanfiction I wrote about my favourite band when I was like 15. Iâve majorly revamped it and whatnot, and Iâm so excited for this! For the sake of this story, this is set 4/5 years ago, Jared is single and Jensen is married to an OFC (Christina). This is a RPF but the only thing real about it are the people, nothing else. Just in case anyone wants to get offended :â)
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Chapter OneÂ
Chapter Two
Chapter ThreeÂ
Chapter FourÂ
Chapter Five Â
Chapter SixÂ
Chapter SevenÂ
Chapter Eight
Chapter NineÂ
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter FourteenÂ
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen - Coming 15th February - Available on Patreon now!
Chapter Seventeen - Coming 18th February - Available on Patreon now!
Chapter Eighteen - Coming 20th February - Available on Patreon now!
~During a fight scene on set, Misha discovers something very interesting about his costar and uses it to his advantage later that night.~
Misha x Reader, Jensen, OCs
2,283 Words
Warnings: NSFW. Kinks galore. Rough, scary roleplay. Spanking. Knives. Misha being hot af.
A/N: Written as a commission for my darling @crashdevlinâ. Hope you all enjoy
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âCas! Look out!â Dean shouted across the dark room as the demon flung herself at the angel.
Castiel caught her and spun, pulling the shrieking woman against his chest. His angel blade glinted as it rose to her throat, preternaturally sharp edge pressing into her flesh.
Y/N gasped.
âCut! Sorry, guys. Light issue. Back to ones.â
Misha spun Y/N out of his arms like a dance, pulling a gorgeous laugh from her.
âYouâre making me dizzy with all this spinning, dude,â she laughed, stumbling a bit as he let her go.
Misha grinned and shrugged innocently. âYou love it.â
âSettle!â
Y/N was back in place across from Misha, ready once more to attack. He gave her a subtle wink as the scene began again.
Jensen cleared his throat. âCas!â he bellowed. âLook out!â
The demon rushed towards Castiel, but he caught her and spun, pulling the screeching woman against his chest. His angel blade glinted in the dim light of the warehouse as it rose to her throat, preternaturally sharp edge pressing into her flesh.
Y/N whimpered gently and her shoulders dropped an inch.
