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until the stars align: soldier boy x reader series

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don’t you worry about a thing

stay young, get stoned

done because i wanted to

those christmas lights

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don’t you worry about a thing

soldier boy x reader

content warnings: i mean honestly don’t think any, do lmk if i ever miss anything though

a/n: haven’t posted as much as usual cause me and my boyfriend moved and we’ve been tackling assembling furniture for the past few weeks… let’s just were both awful at diy and won’t be attempting it ever again !!

also happy new year !!

you were young. undeniably. way to young for the man who you shared your bed with.

your parents hated him, so much so they cut you off completely. they hadn’t given him a chance, heard the name then shut you out. claiming their child will not be dating that man, if so then you’d be no daughter to them.

but you didn’t have to worry about that.

every time hughie shot a skeptical glance in your direction when he saw ben’s wondering hands sliding up your thigh (you’ve had to reassure him numerous times that you weren’t forced into a relationship with soldier boy and that everything was all consented to) or when butcher makes crude remarks about the whole situation. both of them shrinking back into their shells when you boyfriend gives them a warning glare.

but you didn’t have to worry about that either. because ben wouldn’t let you. much to everyone’s disbelief, he worshipped the ground you walked on. anything you wanted you had almost instantly.

soldier boy was a great boyfriend. always so considerate towards you, and the sex was always incredible. he was like a god or something. leaving you aching and still feeling the ghost of him for days after.

waking up to the sight of him every morning was your favorite though. seeing him so defenseless and vulnerable made your heart beat faster. the way he lays against the pillows, light hitting his chest in the most perfect way.

he was so calm and at ease.

how he wakes up all groggy and smiles tightly at you. his mood instantly changing when he heard the others voices, mainly butchers due to his accent being the anomaly. hearing that always put him in a bad mood. but one kiss to his lips solved the whole thing.

the pleasure of watching him dress and get ready in the mornings. sliding the suit over his muscles as you observed from the bed. something about that always made your day better.

you held onto these soft moments. the calm before the chaos. before you flung yourself into different missions and took a magnitude of risks (something ben’s scolded you for multiple times).

ben was like one big protective shield. trying his best to block you from harm. even though you’d seen a lot of messed up things, he believed it shouldn’t be that way for you. that you were to pure for all this mess (despite him doing some ungodly things to you in private) and that you were his to care for and admire. only his. no one else’s.

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stay young, get stoned

soldier boy x reader

summary: you and ben often end up getting high together, the more it happens the more you enjoy and crave it. hooked into the man like an addiction.

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), drug usage, language

a/n: woah look who’s back… yeah i usually post like every other day or every day but clearly that hasn’t been happening the past few days, but I’m back on top of everything now so its all good

to say that you were younger than soldier boy would probably win you understatement of the year.

you were so, so much younger.

but that didn’t deter you, no. that only drew you closer to him. maybe it was the whole forbidden fruit trope, or maybe it was just a sickening twisted attraction.

either way you didn’t know. either way you don’t care to find out.

you had never smoked or done any type of drug before this man came into your life. but now you couldn’t dream of being deprived from your addiction.

soldier boy and crack were your strange addition to say the least.

to him, you were a drug. something he became hooked on from his very first dose. you were addictive and enticing. that, he loved.

“look so pretty f’me.” he’d coo, admiring your body like you were a sculpture from ancient greece.

your eyes were glassy, not a thought behind your eyes that wasn’t about ben. your brain was foggy and your speech was slurred.

not your proudest moment.

you were high and utterly in love with soldier boy.

a common fate for many, but for you it was different. ben didn’t look at you with pure hunger (apart from when you wanted him to of course) he looked at you with something more. something unbeknownst to many.

his heart swelled when he looked at you.

just that swelling at this current moment was not at his heart, instead it was located a little further down south.

stoned ben was someone else. he was nasty, and vulgar. but you still willingly smoked joints with him. allowing yourself to slip into the now familiar headspace. puffy red eyes and plump pouted lips, a blunt hanging from your mouth carelessly.

he adored you like this. to be able to get himself high with you was his favorite part of the day. that and of course the fucking that came along with it. the downright dirty sort of sex, noisy, fast and rough. just how you both liked it. cum mixing together although you both payed it no attention.

ben towered over you, his large, muscular frame making you look meek and weak. his hands gripped your thighs, kneading the plush flesh.

“looking so pretty for me.” he grunted, sloppily thrusting his cock into you as he breathed heavily, joint in mouth (obviously).

oh he was so gone.

but so were you.

you could only look up at him with those puppy dog eyes and smile, a big toothy grin.

because maybe, just maybe, just maybe, being young and getting stoned with soldier boy was exactly what you needed.

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˙⋆✮ done because i wanted to

dean winchester x reader

summary: you surprise dean by decorating the bunker

warnings: i really don’t think there are any, if there are please lmk

a/n: this is short and so rushed- but i’m incredibly ill right now which sucks :( also- tell me why december is already going so fast. before i know it it’ll be christmas day, which is absolutely insaneee !

“what on earth…” dean trailed off, walking into the bunkers war room, his eyes darting to the various items around the room.

“merry christmas!” you grinned, holding a bauble in one hand and a small piece of tinsel in the other.

“sweetheart…what is this?” he questioned, his head tilting as he assessed the situation.

“dean.” you began. “i’m decorating for christmas, obviously.” you shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

you and dean had been together just under a year now, with you only just recently moving into the bunker. the place was depressing to say the least. so, this christmas you had decided to take matters into your own hands. you wanted to bring the boys some holiday spirit for once in their lives.

“come one help me decorate the tree.” you smiled, beckoning him over and holding out some fairy lights. “put these up.”

dean only smirked ever so slightly in response, taking the fairy lights from you. they felt heavy in his hands, the weight of spending christmas with the woman he loved so deeply finally setting in. this time was going to be different. you were going to break the never ending cycle.

“you didn’t have to do all this you know?” he grumbled, looking down at his hands, fiddling with the lights.

“i know.” you smiled, turning to face him. “but i think you and sam deserve some christmas spirit around here. i done it because i wanted to dean. because i love you- so much.”

the man could only smile, his admiration for you swelling immediately. he had never really experienced christmas properly, if he did it was always him doing his best to provide gifts for his little brother, even if said gifted were awful… it was the effort that mattered.

you wanted to change that. you wanted to get the idea that christmas was just another reminder that it was just the two winchester brothers alone out of sam and deans mind, and so far- you were being pretty successful.

“we’ll have to go out together tomorrow to pick out some new baubles, and a star for the top.” you hummed, observing the ordainments you had already brought. “you and sam need to choose some.”

“yeah… yeah we’ll do that tomorrow.” dean mumbled, moving closer to you and pulling you into a warm embrace, his arms caging you in.

“thank you for all of this.’ he whispered into your ear, holding you tighter. his arms were strong and familiar. his hugs were something you cherished every time they happened. dean winchester wasn’t an emotional man on the outside, but deep deep down you knew he was a gooey sentimental mess, and you loved that about him. a side of him only you saw, but maybe that was because you were the only one to ever search for it.

from that moment you could tell how much all this really meant to him.

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those christmas lights

dean winchester x reader

summary: you take dean on a walk to see all the christmas lights in the nearby town

a/n: i actually can’t believe it’s december already!!!! that’s is so insane to me- my fiancé is going crazy with all of our christmas decorations it’s insane. our house looks like one of santa’s elves threw up all over it. he’s even got the cat christmas pjamas… multiple pairs

christmas masterlist

the streets looked breathtaking. old orange leaves littered on the pavement as as the chilling breeze nipped at your nose, despite your best efforts to dress warm.

december had finally rolled round again, meaning you’d have to attempt to get your rather scrooge like boyfriend into the holliday spirit.

the first thing on your agenda to do so you ask?

christmas walk and light spotting.

something you used to always do as a kid. your dad would hold your hand as he took you around the streets, showing you all the neighbors decorations, watching as they lit of different things like light shows or meet and greets with santa. you’d even rank the houses from best to worst.

that was a tradition you wanted to do with dean, and so you did.

every tree was wrapped with multicolored fairy lights as baubles hung from their bare branches.

frost lingered on the roads, a clear sign of winters suddenly arrival.

“ooh look at that house.” you smiled, placing your already freezing hand into deans own, dragging him along as you crossed the road.

the house had gone all out. different sorts of candy cane lights forming a path in the grass, light up polar bears, life sized santa figure.

despite deans earlier complaints about going for a walk in winter, you could tell he was enjoying it. his nose would twitch every time he saw a house he liked, or whenever he got just a tad bit too cold. either way it was cute.

“that is pretty good.” dean agreed, nodding approvingly. his eyes raking every decoration. he thought for a moment. “you know what…i think we should decorate the bunker.”

you eyes lit up. “we can?” you questioned, hoping to hear the reply you wanted.

“of course we can.” the man agreed, smirking ever so slightly as you bounced on your feet with excitement. “and you can put up your little angel decorations- just tone it down for our room.”

the day just kept getting better and better. first you were going on a nice walk with your boyfriend, now he was saying you could put loads of fairy lights and tinsel up in the bunker?

“what made you change your mind?” you hummed, leaning against his shoulder.

“just wanna make you happy.”

your heart swelled, beating ten times faster for him. “oh dean”

yeah, dean might’ve not gotten a visit from the ghost of christmas past. but he certainly got a long permanent visit from you, and that he could deal with. happily.

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⋆˙⟡bargains for bed

dean winchester x reader

summary: when dean won’t get out of bed, and sam threatens to kill you for not being ready in time, you go to extreme measures to get the eldest winchester to wake up.

“dean where’s my bra at.” you scurried around the small room, looking under various items to hunt down your clothes.

the man only groaned in reply from the bed, the soft grey sheets beckoning you back in, so warm and cozy. you could easily slip back next to dean and sleep another half hour. but you knew that wasn’t the best idea given how late you were both running.

“dean! get up!” you whisper yelled to him, moving to chuck a stray shirt at his face.

“five more minutes.” he groaned, moving the article of clothing off of his face.

“sam’s gonna kill us get up!” you were about an hour late. sam wanted you all out of the bunker by 9am sharp, ready to kick off another hunt. but yeah. that clearly didn’t happen.

your alarm went off at 6am. ready to get up and have a productive morning. but one mumbled ‘stay.’ from dean while his arms wrapped around your waist had you smitten. your ideal morning flying out of the window.

“ah-ha!” you exclaimed, picking up your bra from underneath dirty piles of deans boxers. why it was there you’d never know., and quite frankly, you didn’t care to ask.

knock knock knock.

“come on you two! i said we had to leave an hour ago!” sam hollered from the other side of the door, standing impatiently.

“see i told you he’d be pissed.” you whispered to your boyfriend, watching as he hastily crawled out of bed, eyes dreary and shoulders sagging.

“it’s too early.” he complained to you, leaning against the wall.

“it’s ten dean your fine. sam we’ll be out in a sec!”

dean only groaned, sulking like a toddler in the corner of the room.

“if you hurry your ass up and get ready, i’ll take you to that new pie place a few towns away.” you bargained, raising your eyebrows to accentuate your point.

he seemed to perk up at that, head lifting like a cats when you rustle the treat tin. “promise?”

“yup.”

“and you’ll wear that shirt i like? the one that shows all the cleavage.” he smirked, pushing his end of the deal.

you could only roll your eyes, willing to do anything to prevent sam from murdering you both.

“fine.” you agreed, ushering him to get some fresh clothes.

he only grinned, swatting your ass before reaching for a new flannel.

“dean!”

a/n: this is heavily inspired by my boyfriend never waking up in the morning. so… thanks to him for inspiring this i guess, but god it’s tempting to just go back to sleep for even just five more minutes, especially now when it’s getting colder and darker in the mornings.

also, can’t believe it’s like four weeks till christmas. that’s so crazy in my mind because where the hell does time go?!! it was literally halloween yesterday.

time is speeding up istg.

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˚₊✩‧₊ warm blooded husband

beau arlen x reader

summary: you get cold way too easily, luckily for you your husband doesn’t. meaning he can help you out by making you drinks

a/n: i can’t help but imagine beau making hot coco for reader who gets cold easily. mainly because it’s so damn cold where i live and i’d love him to make me a hot drink.

you were bundled up on the couch, piles of blankets wrapped around your body, beaus blue fluffy socks on your feet, thick thermal pajamas draped on your frame. but for some reason, you just couldn’t get warm.

the mere sight of your husband next to you pissed you off. he wasn’t even shivering. sat there in nothing but an old shirt and boxers, whiskey in hand, taunting you.

“are you not cold?” you questioned, looking him up and down.

the man never got cold. you didn’t know how and you didn’t know why. you just learned not to question it.

“no, can tell you are though.” he smirked slightly, moving his hand to pat your thigh, well, more like pat the thousands of blankets that were on-top of it. “your nose ‘s all pink. it’s cute. look like a rabbit.”

“no fair.” you groaned, your head flopping back against the couch cushions. pink of course. you had chosen them out when you and beau first moved in together and they have been there since. sure they were slightly worn and a bit tatted, but it added a sense of comfort to your house.

“want me to make you a coffee? hot coco?”

“we got marshmallows?” you hummed, looking at him.

“course we do. i ain’t a monster.”

you smiled as he stood up, placing his whisky on the coffee table. “hot coco please.”

“extra marshmallows?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows as he stood in-front of you.

“obviously.”

“comin’ right up.” his footsteps echoed as he strolled out of the room, the sounds of cupboards being opened and closed and mugs clinking being heard from your position on the couch.

you could smell the gorgeous scent of hot coco, wafting around the house. “one warm drink for my wife.” he spoke, his thick texas drawl breaking through. he handed you the mug, holding it in your hands like it was the world.

“thanks beau.” you hummed, taking a sip and newly burning your tongue in the process, but it was worth it for the warmth it provided you with from the inside out.

he sat down next to you, picking up his whiskey as he observed you sipping on your drink.

“is it okay?”

“it’s perfect, thank you.” you smiled at the man, maneuvering yourself to lean into his body, mainly to be close to him, but also so that you could steal his body heat. but you wouldn’t tell him that part.

“good.” he nodded, slinging an arm around your shoulders, turning to switch the tv on. “try not to freeze you ass off. cant have that.” he spoke, half to himself, half to you. but you weren’t really paying attention, too immersed in trying to fish out a singular pink marshmallow from the rich chocolatey liquid, and failing miserably.

even if you were freezing and felt like you were slowly becoming a snowman, you knew you could always count on your inhumanly warm blooded sheriff to swoop in and save the day, just like he always does.

man i wish he would just make a warm drink. it’s been so freezing were i live i swear i was all bundled up in bed writing this while shivering

until the stars align- part 1 out saturday, i know i said it’d be out last week but that didn’t happen. whoops. so saturday it is ! :)

coffee dividers by @/pixopix

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˚⟡˖ ࣪ beautiful and dirty rich

husband soldier boy x wife reader

summary: soldier boy loves to spoil his wife, maybe even a little too much

a/n: i just can’t stop thinking about ben with a wife who he buys everything for. like, everything. it’s my favorite thing i swear.

ben spoils you rotten, and god did you love it.

you wanted a new dress? he brought you ten of them. each in a different color and pattern.

you wanted new shoes? they’d show up on the dining room table the next morning.

new makeup? it’s in your vanity within hours.

you were living your life in luxury, something you adored nearly as much as the diamond necklace ben had gifted you earlier.

your wedding ring wasn’t an exception either. it was a beautiful large diamond, shining even when not in light. the band was also coated in various gem stones, each had its own sentimental meanings. like a ruby to represent the first ever ring ben had ever brought you, or an emerald to mirror his own eyes.

he was a thoughtful son of a bitch.

“sweetheart cmhere.” ben called from the bedroom, causing you to slowly walk to his location. bare feet echoing on the hard wood floor.

“yes ben?” you hummed, lingering in the door way.

“go you somethin’. look.”

“another thing- oh ben you don’t need to.” you grinned as you walked to his side, glancing down at the box in his hands. “you got me shoes!” you grinned, rocking on the balls of your feet in excitement.

“only the best for my girl.” he smirked, gently guiding you down to sit on the edge of the bed. his rough hands opened the box, revealing the white, sleek heels inside.

“oh ben they’re beautiful.” you cooed, eyes glimmering with joy and admiration.

he moved to slip the first one onto your foot, humming with pleasure as it went on. “see, fits like a fuckin’ glove.”

“thank you ben.” you replied, admiring the shoe as he slipped the next one on. “oh i can’t believe you got them.”

“oh cmon baby you know i spoil ya fuckin’ rotten. ‘s how it should be.”

his beard scraped against your skin as he kissed your lips, the strawberry lip gloss you had on coating his tongue, that was another thing he had brought you.

the next date you went on you made sure to wear the shoes. pairing them with a sleek white fitted dress. one that made ben’s pants feel too tight.

you were a sight for sore eyes.

“god you look good baby.” he practically eye fucked you, taking your hand and leading you out of the house. “always so gorgeous for me. oh and look at that ring- telling everyone that you belong to me. good fuckin’ girl.”

he was a possessive man to say the least. but you loved that about him. necklaces hung around you neck with his initials engraved, or panties with his name on the seam. call him extra all you want, he wouldn’t mind. he done anything to make sure everybody knew who’s property you were. no matter the cost.

you’d be shocked if you even managed to get through dinner without him pulling you aside to fuck you, ‘renewing your vows’ he called it, and it wasn’t a cheap restaurant oh no. it was the best of the best. one with its own designated seating area for the two of you.

yeah you loved being spoiled by your husband.

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i’ve noticed how little engagement you get on your posts and it truly breaks my heart because you deserve sooooo much more appreciation and attention 🥺🩷

please keep doing what you’re doing! because your stuff is great!

completely forgot i could check my inbox (whoops) but thank you so much! it always means the world when people say things like this to me 🩷🩷

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—stay still for stitches

dean winchester x reader

summary: dean won’t be still while your trying to fix him up after a brutal hunt

a/n: i just can’t with imaging how neglected he was as a kid when it came to medical care (and everything else really let’s be honest)

“dean stop moving.” you sighed, using your fingers to tilt his head up ever so slightly. crimson red cuts littered his skin, some less severe than others. all in need of cleaning and stitching.

a hunt had gone wrong. very very wrong. sam came out mostly unscathed- but dean? he got the worst of it.

bruises decorated his chest like a painting, each one darker than the last. he insisted that he was fine, just like he always did.

“dean” you groaned again, gripping his chin just hard enough so that he couldn’t move it, but light enough so that you didn’t hurt him.

“i said I’m fine.” he brushed your hand away, wincing as he done so, causing your eyebrows to raise.

“mhm.” you hummed, hardly believing him. “just please stay still, i’m gonna disinfect these on your face, then stitch a few up. okay?”

“you don’t need to fuss-”

“dean winchester i swear to god if you don’t left me help you.”

the man sighed, not being able to resist your pleading eyes. “just be quick.” he grumbled.

you smirked ever so slightly, taking a small antiseptic wipe out of its packaging before beginning to clean the first large cut, situated just below his jaw. you knew he’d let you help him, he always does.

“you don’t need to do all this you know. i can do it- a needle and thread and i’m good to go.”

of course you knew that was how things used to be for him. suck waiting for his dad to come home while he looked after sammy. too young to know how to see up a wound, then again, in your mind he was too young for anything his father made him do. but you didn’t bring that topic up. ever.

it was always just him and some old rusted needles. those were his medical supplies and god did that break your heart. to be so neglected that you don’t even have proper first aid. it wasn’t like he could’ve just strolled down to the hospital either. what would he of said? sorry need medical attention a vampire beat me up? they would’ve put him in a damn mental hospital.

whenever john did provide him with some medical supplies, those went straight to sam. the younger brother got priority. all the time. dean always put him first, over him self.

“i’m not doing that to you. i told you, whatever happens i’ll be here ready and waiting to fix you up.”

dean smiled ever so gently, his admiration for you was so strong that he could feel his heart rate spike every time he caught your eye from across the room. or when you two were in intimate moments like this.

“god your hands all cut up aswell.” you pouted, discarding the wipe and moving to asses his hand. “gonna need to bandage this up you know.”

“oh great.”

“you love it when i take care of you.”

yeah, you were right. he secretly, deep deep down, adored it when you cared for him. it gave the man a sense of family, a home.

his home, you.

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—you’re my only angel

soldier boy x reader

summary: your friends are still in denial about your relationship with the former golden boy of america

warnings: language, suggestive

it was an unusual sight to behold. hughie was astonished when he first met you and found out you were willingly with soldier boy.

willingly.

he hadn’t bribed you, or forced you like everyone said he had. no. it was all your choice.

you. a sweet, beautiful young woman. incredibly well mannered and spoken. with someone as lewd and disgusting as him. someone like you loving someone like him.

it just didn’t add up.

but you didn’t care about any of that sort of talk done by your friends. you were happy. he was perfect in your eyes and you were perfect in his.

his sweet little angel, one to attempt to fix his tainted soul.

not even purgatory could purify him. but your touch, your grace probably could.

butcher still believed it was all a hoax. one long game you and ben were playing on him. even when your three year anniversary rolled around he was still pleading that it was prank. he just couldn’t see it. his close friend, the nicest woman he’d ever met, with someone he despised.

the only one to come around was kimiko. she seemed to not care. shooting smiles your way every time she saw ben’s hand intertwined in your own. or she’d just smirk whenever said hand began to become ambitious, wondering lower and lower towards your ass, watching hughie roll his eyes and frenchie wink at you.

“stop doin’ that to ‘er.” butchers gruff voice cut through the silence of the room. you, ben and him were all sat rather awkwardly on the stiff chairs, trying to come up with a new plan to dispose of homelander- said plan only having the word ‘kill homelander’ on it, written in your neat cursive handwriting.

“doin’ what?” ben snapped back at the man, like a lion being teased by its prey.

“groping her. ‘s fuckin’ creepy.”

“billy.” you scolded, his head bowing like a dog that had just been told off.

“still don’t believe this y’know.”

“i know you don’t.” you hummed. “but i really think you should.”

“nope.”

“fuckin’ believe it- i fuck ‘er into oblivion every night i would think by now you would’ve heard-” ben’s ramblings were cut off by you smacking his shoulder. a plea not to continue with his sentence.

billy only groaned in response, slumping further down in his chair, mumbling a sting of curse words.

“anyways- we really need to work on this plan.” you stated, picking up your pen. “any ideas?”

“no.” both men firmly stated in sync, you had to admit, they were more alike than they thought, and you also hated to admit that you were so not going to be able to kill homelander. but you tried to stay optimistic.

“great then.” you sighed, putting the pen back onto the table. “it’s okay we’ll think of something soon. promise.” you reassured, you could tell moral was drooping.

your fingers fiddled with the metal chain of your necklace, one with ‘sb’ carved into it- gifted to you by none other than soldier boy. it was a way for him to show his claim over you, tell other men to back off or else he’ll rip them to shreds. that’s what he told you anyways, and knowing him, he probably would kill another man for you.

“stop doing that.” ben whispered in your ear.

“doin’ what?” you innocently hummed, oblivious to what you had done wrong.

“biting your damn lip as you think- gonna have to take you away and fuck your brains-”

“i’m going to go the the bathroom- ben needs to come to.” you excused the both of you, giving butcher a sorry smile as you stood up.

“yeah. ben needs to cum too.” he grinned.

“why do you both- whatever go fuck i don’t care. we’ll sort this out tomorrow first thing. don’t be fuckin’ late.” butcher demanded watching you both walk out of the room.

maybe the man didn’t believe your relationship, but in about two minutes he’d sure hear how happy soldier boy makes you.

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can’t wash it away—

dean winchester x reader

summary: a close run in with death leaves you shaken, attempting to wash off the memory’s don’t always work.

the water stung as is ran down your body, washing away days worth of sweat, dirt and dried up blood. you had managed to run some conditioner through your hair, with much challenge due to how matted it was after the hunt.

got did you need this shower.

sam was fast asleep while dean was sat in your room, attempting to stitch up a wound. you said you’d do it, but let’s be honest, that man will not accept help no matter what.

you reached for a bar of soap, scrubbing any remnants of the past few days away. you didn’t want to be reminded of it.

things nearly went south. you thought you had lost both dean and sam.

it was only meant to be a simple two day job, but it turns out what you originally believed to be a demon was actually a cult.

god you hated cults.

long story short, dean and sam got wound up in a ceremony and nearly died. that shook you a lot. the idea of loosing the two people that meant the world to you absolutely terrified you. the thought followed you around each day like a your shadow, refusing to leave no matter how much you scrubbed and scrubbed.

“hey.” dean hummed, stepping into the shower behind you.

“hey… didn’t hear you come in.” you spoke quietly, snapping out of your thoughts.

“thought i’d join you.” he reached for the soap in your hand, helping you wash your back. “me and sam are both okay. you know that right? you saved our asses.”

you nodded, leaning into his touch ever so slightly. “still. dean i can’t loose you- god i don’t know what id do with myself. any day could be our last-”

“i promise you that won’t be anytime soon.” dean reassured you, turning you around to face him. “i’m not going anywhere ever.” his hands held your cheeks, letting you just breathe for a moment. “and even if that happens, you can bet your ass i’ll be waiting for you in heaven.”

“now cmon, let’s get you all cleaned up yeah? can’t wash away what happened.”

“yeah.” you nodded. dean really was the best boyfriend you could ever have asked for, he knew how to stop your thoughts. how to comfort you when you couldn’t ask for it.

“thank you.” you smiled ever so slightly up at him.

“there’s my beautiful girl.” he admired your smile, proud that he was the one that made you feel one again. if you fell down he would be there in a damn heartbeat to pick you back up again, and so help him he would find whatever or whoever knocked you down and make sure that never happened again.

[deansbabyx]

—lewd, loud and god damn proud

soldier boy x reader

can be read as a follow up to sympathy for the devil but not necessary.

warnings: cumming inside (cmon guys wrap it up), spanking, language(i mean come on it’s soldier boy), throat fucking, male bush, yeah just smut lmk if i missed anything

spit dripped down your neck as ben’s thick cock rammed in and out of your mouth, grazing the back of your throat causing you to gag.

“fuckin take it” he grunted, thick bush hair infiltrating your nose, the only thing you could smell being his raw musk. a mixture of sweat, alcohol and cigarettes.

your hair was in his hand, using it to manhandle you as he pleased. he wasn’t gentle, hardly. he was rough, fast and unmerciful.

his dick hit the back of your throat, choking you, spit dripping from you lips down to your chest.

satisfaction rose in bens chest as he saw your current state, slamming his hips faster, his bush scratching your delicate skin.

he didn’t care though. why would he?

“get up. on the bed.” he grunted, pulling you to your feet, his cock slipping out of your mouth and hitting his abdomen with how hard it was.

“gonna fuck you good and proper yeah? christ on a cross your fuckin’ askin’ for it. she’s weeping bless her.”

his hands were all over you within seconds, pulling at your breasts, pinning you against the bed, kneading your ass, a few stray hits making you jolt forward in surprise.

he wasn’t any less rough when he fucked you. grunts slipping from him, phrases like ‘so fuckin good’ and ‘my good girl’ spewing from his lips.

he was lewd and loud and damn proud of it.

he knew you liked it like this. if you didn’t why did you keep coming back for more? it was that simple in his eyes.

in a sick and dark twisted way, you did actually love him, for some reason unbeknownst to you. he was exactly what you wanted. he provided for you, the sex was great, and he was gentle and loving, he just didn’t show that part of him to the world.

his cock was abusing your pussy, he just barely fit inside you. although you two had done this thousands of times, it was still a stretch considering how inhumanly big he was.

“ben- p-please-”

“please what baby?” his voice was condescending, pushing you further up the bed.

“gonna- cum”

he smirked, knowing that it wouldn’t take much to get you to this point. his arm snaked around your torso, circling your clit, pushing you over the edge. the sensation of his cock in you, his bush scratching against your clit and his finger on it was enough to cause you to snap.

“ben!” you yelled, clawing his back, red marks being left behind, but he didn’t care. he was fucking soldier boy. his girl scratching up his back was nothing. hell he enjoyed it.

“want me to stop?” he teased, if you ever said stop though, he knew he would immediately. but you’d never say that, you’d let him do anything to you. that’s a small part of the reasons why he loved you so damn much.

“no- no shit don’t you fuckin’ stop.”

“oooh language baby.” he cooed, smacking your ass again, making it turn a darker shade of red. “gonna cum in this pussy. yeah? you want that? want me to put a fuckin’ baby in ya? that what you want?”

“yes- god yes ben- just- please-” you were panting at this point. like a good little dog. your head lulled to the side, tongue out ever so slightly, tits bouncing as he fucked you.

yeah. you were the perfect woman for ben.

your eyes rolled back as ben released warm spurts of cum into your cunt. “that’s it baby, just like that.” he encouraged, slowing down his thrusts. “done so good for me.”

your body weakened as his hips stopped their conquest, his dick becoming slightly more soft inside you.

“you with me sweet girl?” he questioned, looking down at you, moving your hair off of your face.

“mhm.” you smiled up at him, giddy after what just happened. his hot cum seeped out of you, soaking the sheets and coating your most sensitive areas.

“gonna pull out.” he grunted as he did so, watching the plug be pulled, his cum how oozing out of you.

“fuckin’ masterpiece.” he grunted, enjoying the view. “stay here i’ll clean you up yeah?”

one thing about ben was that he’s always going to clean you up. no matter what he says during the moment, he’d always revert back to the warm and soft ben you knew.

if others couldn’t see that part of him, to hell with them. you were beyond happy. that’s all that matters.

[deansbabyx]

you look so perfect standing there

(in your american apparel underwear)

dean winchester x reader

warnings: cuteness, morning shenanigans, man i just love the

idea of cuddly dean

sun cascaded around your room, softly illuminating it. dean was stood in-front of the bed, with you watching him from under the covers.

he looked so cute. clad in only black boxers. hair sticking up from all angles, muscles rippling under the light.

it was a sight to behold. one you wanted to remember forever, engrave it into your mind. so that’s what you did.

slowly, you shifted and reached for your small little camera that rested on your nightstand, placed there for times like this, when you wanted to capture your boyfriend naturally in a photo.

you moved and pointed it in his direction, clicking the button to take the photo.

“what’re you doin’ baby? thought you were asleep.” he spun around to face you.

“just.” you waited for the polaroid to print. “takin’ a picture.” you smiled, eyes glimmering up at him.

he furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly. “why you doin’ that?”

“you look so perfect standing there.” you hummed, placing the camera back onto the side, as you held the polaroid.

“wanted to have a memory of it. keep it in my purse of something.” you added, covering yourself with the blanket after placing the photo down to develop.

dean smiled slightly, slowly walking towards the bed and sitting on the side. “you’re too cute.”

“mhm.” you hummed in agreement, sitting up in the bed, swinging your legs over the side as you moved to sit next to him. you reached for the polaroid, seeing as it had now developed.

“see?” you said, showing him the photo. “you look mesmerizing. standing there all sweet only in your boxers, abdomen on full display. god your perfect.”

dean assessed the photo, softly taking it from your hands to hold in his own. he looked off guard, a completely different man to the one he was on hunts. the harshness wasn’t in his eyes. his muscles weren’t tense. he wasn’t on alert.

he was calm. safe in your presence.

in a way he liked the photo. he looked happy for once, something that he only felt with you and sam.

“i love it.” you smiled, putting your head on his shoulder. “you look so perfect in it.”

he blushed ever so slightly at your words trying to hide his face from your gaze. but you saw it.

you turned your head to press a kiss against the side of his neck, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“i love you so much.” he murmured.

“i love you too dean.” you grinned, pulling him down and back into bed with you, the polaroid discarded on the floor.

you’d pick it up later.

“don’t show sam that photo”

“i won’t.” you confirmed “it’ll me my little secret.”

woah i just can’t stop writing soft morning dean. idk why it’s just my favorite thing ever !

also, my ‘until the stars align’ series (soldier boy x supe reader) will probably come out by wednesday, i know i said it would come out this week, but that clearly didn’t happen… sorry.

[deansbabyx]

is that… my robe?

dean w x reader

a/n: just thinking about dean and his robe

your book was reasonably interesting, the tea was warm and the room was quiet. the only sounds heard being the turning of the pages and the gentle sipping of your beverage.

sam was out on a run, he had invited you to go with him but you quickly shut him down on that offer, saying you’d take him out to a cafe or a park instead.

dean on the other hand, you had no clue where he was or what he was doing, until you heard a harsh thud.

your eyebrows furrowed “dean?” you questioned, setting your book down slowly. “dean?” you asked again.

soon emerged the man you had called for, clad in his boxers, a black shirt and… wait. was that your robe?

“the hell?” you mumbled, now pushing your book away slowly, shifting you attention fully to the guy in front of you.

“what?” he shrugged, sauntering over to you.

“dean that my robe!”

“yeah.” he agreed, putting his leg up onto the chair next to you. posing like he was in a renaissance portrait. “get your damn foot off the chair.” you slapped his leg, making it retreat.

“why? why have you got my robe on?”

“well you take my clothes all the time. that’s my shirt.” he pointed to the worn, grey shirt that loosely clung to your frame. “figured i could do the same.”

“yeah but my robe is about ten sizes too small for you.”

you really couldn’t believe the sight that was in front of you. your usually manly, brooding boyfriend all wrapped up in your victoria secret robe.

“i was cold.” he shrugged, adjusting the sleeve slightly, trying to stretch the material.

“dean i’ll buy you your own if you really want one.” you sipped your tea, smirking.

“nah, i don’t want one.”

“then why are you wearing mine- you know what never mind.” you pulled out a chair next to you, giving up ok quizzing him. “sit?”

“don’t mind if i do.” the man spoke, swinging the robe as he sat down, leaning to see what book you were reading.

“you hungry?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

“no I’m good. what about you? you want anything, sam taught me how to cook these strawberry pancakes i think you’ll like.”

“you made sam teach you how to cook pancakes?” you grinned.

“only the best for my girl.” he grunted as he stood up, tying the robe tighter around himself.

“then some pancakes would be amazing, thank you.” you reached up to press a kiss to his cheek before he began walking towards the kitchen.

it was sweet the lengths dean went to for you. that was one of the many reasons you adored the man.

“oh and dean baby?”

“yup” he spoke, turning back around to face you.

“you look cute in your robe princess.” you grinned like an idiot, laughing as he rolled his eyes.

“your mean.” he pouted, walking towards the kitchen to make your food.

“love you!” you called out to him.

“yeah yeah love you too.”

the smoke from your tea began to disappear as you picked your book up again, smiling slightly as you watched dean prance around the kitchen.

the robe swayed around his hips, showing off his muscular legs.

yeah you were so gonna get him his own robe for christmas this year.

[deansbabyx]

little spoon

dean w x reader

warnings: fluff, sleepy dean

summary: dean can’t sleep so you try something new

a/n: i’m currently so sick so apologies that this is short and kinda rushed

“go back to sleep.” you mumbled, nuzzling closer to deans bare chest.

it was two am, and the man still wasn’t asleep. all of his twisting and turning had you wondering what was going on his his head. “dean what’s wrong?”

“nothing baby. can’t sleep that’s all.”

you pouted slightly, annoyed at his body for not granting him a peaceful slumber. “can i try something?”

his eyebrows furrowed, wondering what you wanted to do. “what is it?”

“just turn around, face the other way.” you relied, shifting in the bed to give dean some room.

the sheets rustled as he did so, his back now pressed against your chest. “just tell me if you don’t like it yeah?”

“hell are you doin’?”

his protest was cut short by your arms encasing his shoulders. essentially spooning him.

“the fuck?”

you didn’t know what you were doing, dean usually done this to you, not the other way round. but you figured maybe he just needed that extra comfort, so you gave it a shot.

“this okay?”

your arms barely reached around his chest, but you tried, pressing against his back as you held him softly. “want me to stop”

“no.”

you smiled slightly, fingers tracing patterns over his skin.

“i mean i don’t like it, but you know, if you really want to do this then i wont refuse. but it’s only cause you want to.”

“yeah yeah.” you hummed again, closing your eyes. “get some sleep dean.”

“thank you.” he whispered.

your heart swelled, your admiration for this man shooting through the damn roof.

“i love you too dean.”

[deansbabyx]

slow mornings (dean version)

dean winchester x reader

read the beau arlen version here

warnings: fluff, sleepy reader, cuddling, kissing

your body perfectly slotted against deans. his firm chest pressed against you as you snored ever so quietly. he wouldn’t dare wake you. not when you look so at peace and beautiful.

it was rare that you got these slow mornings. with your job being almost nonstop, but when you did get a break, it was the nicest thing ever.

deans thumb swiped comforting circles on your lower back as he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. “i love you.” he murmured, nuzzling at your neck like a cat, being careful not to wake you.

distant sounds of sam’s blender could be heard from down the corridor, he was probably making a smoothie which consisted of just grass. dean thought his whole ‘health cleanse’ was a stupid idea, and much to his surprise, you actually agreed with him.

deans large hand moved to cover your ears softly, shielding you from the harsh sound, hoping to extend your much deserved slumber.

“what’re you doing?” you mumbled, one eye opening slowly.

“shhh go back to sleep baby.” dean hushed, moving you back into his arms.

“how long have you been awake?” you asked, shifting in the bed to face him.

“bout an hour.” the man’s eyes drifted to your exposed body, admiring it, but much to your surprise, there was no lust in his gaze.

you hummed, resting your cheek against his chest. “shoulda woken me up.”

“sammy’s stupid blender did that for me.”

“leave him alone dean.” you defended the younger brother, sam was your best friend after all.

dean pouted, placing a hand on your back. “always taking his side.”

“i do not.” you smiled

“mhm.” he hummed, chin resting on-top of your soft hair. “go back to sleep baby. we’ve finally got a break.”

“i was planning on it.” you added, “you deserve sleep aswell dean, cmon.” you cooed, opening your eyes and looking up at him.

“i’m fine.” he really was. he has no objections to watching you sleep. no matter how creepy it sounded.

“dean.” you scolded, raising your eyebrows at him.

“okay, okay. hope you appear in my dreams.” he surrendered, not being able to put up a fight when you looked that adorable.

“i’m sure i will.”

“damn straight.” he smirked, kissing your forehead as you pressed against him even more, engulfed by the comforting atmosphere that wrapped its way around both you and dean.

mornings in bed with dean we’re most definitely one of your favorite things ever.

you wouldn’t change him for the world. even though he doesn’t didn’t it, he was perfect, ever single bit of him, all the way down from his bow legs, to each individual freckle that decorated his perfectly sculpted face.

you loved and worshiped it all everyday, and he most certainly don’t the same for you.