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🎀 ✶ ་𝐟𝐥𝐨    ،👙 ·˚ ༘ believes that girls are made of angel dust and dreams ·˚ she/her ·˚ ༘ libra ◝ perpetually in love with mean fictional men ◝ 18

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‘it is the french way of saying i am looking at the world through rose coloured glasses, and it says everything i want it to…’

[diorgirl444]

why does no one wanna be my friend on here…

[diorgirl444]

lots of fics i’ve started people have said they wanted fics / parts 2 of so what would people like first?

soldier boy x housekeeper! reader part 2

dad’s bsf! soldier boy x reader part 2

dean + manhandling full fic

Remaining time: 18 hours 53 minutes

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made by me bc my friends prob think im weird 😭

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c. july-august 1941

[diorgirl444]

he’s so handsome i’m gonna frew up

[diorgirl444]

if i was going to do a long dean x reader potentially 2 parts) fic loosely based off when harry met sally…

not within the canon (so no hunting or monsters)

or within the canon

Voting ended on2h

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samjess 🐾

i miss you jessica moore

[diorgirl444]

could u write soldier boy the dads best friend trope one shot vibe

hey nonnie, thank u for requesting! i was scared to do this infamous trope justice but i hope u like my offering!

The devil you know… Dad’s Best Friend! Soldier Boy x Reader

warnings: not proofread, fem! reader , maybe ooc ben (i think i made him too nice but idk) , heavy age gap, kinda morally dubious but that’s just ben and this trope i fear, mutual masturbation, voyeuristic reader, mentions of blowjobs + eating out, both reader and ben are creepy pervs (#soulmates), truly heinous amount of pet names, talks of ‘daddy’ making ben hard but no actual daddy kink, soft! dom ben sorta

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Ben knows that this is a new low even for him. He’s had lows - a whole stream of them in fact ever since that little injection was jabbed into his veins all those years ago but this is especially bad. It makes him feel human in a way he hasn’t for years, the shameful hot part of humanity that he thought, no that he was certain, he lost. He doesn’t get embarrassed, he’s fucking Soldier Boy for chrissake but this does it. She does it.

Makes him hot-faced and clammy and drooling over her like a flea-ridden mutt.

She’s too good for him, so pure and sweet and funny and clever and young… Fuckin’ hell is she young, shit if he really thinks about it, he’s old enough to be her great-granddaddy or something. He has whiskey back home that’s probably older than her.

That’s bad enough but the whole things made a hell of a lot worse by the fact that her father is his best friend. He doesn’t have many real friends, proper friends who he can drink with and laugh with and who can overlook most of his Benness. Her father can look past a lot but Ben figures he wouldn’t be able to look past this, if he knew how much Ben wishes he could pin his sweet little daughter down and use her like the cutest fuckdoll he’s ever seen.

God, he’s a sick bastard.

People think he doesn’t have morals. He sorta agrees, he’s done bad things and will do worse but he’s not blind. He’s not proud of it and also doesn’t regret it. He’s done what he had to, to continue to survive, to be useful enough that the vultures don’t tear him to pieces. To keep himself alive.

He doesn’t have to do this but Christ on a cross how he wants to.

He first met her when she was eighteen, coming home from high school with ribbons bouncing in her hair, a gentle smile on her lips as she hung her bag up by the door - clumsily towing her shoes off as she rushed to her father’s side.

“Hi, Daddy,”

she had said warmly and Ben had to force himself to think of flying and Russia and stupid fuckin’ Homelander to force himself not to get a boner in that moment. Was rewarded by that smile becoming shy as she fixed her gaze on him.

“Hi you must be Ben right? Are you staying for dinner?”

He’d grunted out something, caveman-like and indecipherable which she had taken as a yes and hurried off to go order pizzas. He watched her in the hallway landing, finger curled round the landline pulling and tugging as she spoke too softly for anyone but the speaker on the other end to hear. From that moment on he was a goner.

It had gotten worse too.

Since that first day when he’d met her, it had only increased, the almost painful wanting he felt for the daughter of his closet friend. Every drink filled his head with thoughts of her, every bimbo he fucked was spent with his eyes shut picturing her in the woman’s place and every time he was at her fathers house helping out he harboured the secret goal that she would meet his gaze and understand that the reason the great soldier boy lowered himself to assist with garden chores was so that he got to see the way her face flushed and lips parted watching him.

He had become quite a sap in his old age. Dinners were spent waiting to feel her legs brushing against his under the table, popsicles purchased for her in hopes of receiving the exquisite sight of her lips wrapped around them and it was by design that whenever she came home from college there he was.

It also meant that this was not the first time he found himself in this particular situation, bathroom door pulled shut and hand roughly grasping at his cock. He had no time to really beat himself up for how perverse this was, and he’d be lying if he pretended to care. Not after a morning spent with her lying on the lawn in a tiny red bikini, humming along to the old rock on the radio whilst her father and he painted the damn fence.

He’d think her a damn seductress were it not so against her nature entirely. It did not matter whether she meant it or not - it had the same result. Him standing with his shirt off, belt undone and his trousers open sustaining himself with just the memory and how it merged with fantasy.

In fantasy he could see her kneeling on the cool bathroom tile, that red bikini lying on the floor beside her as she blinked at him through her lashes. Would she be coy, smiling knowingly as she reached out for him - glossy lips parting to press soft teasing licks and kisses along his head. He grasped tighter at the thought, a low groan pulled from his lips as he imagined letting her have her fun for a moment before pulling her closer by her hair and showing her who was truly in control.

Or would she be shy, chewing demurely on her lip and hands tentatively running along the skin of it just with the nails before he guided her through it. He’d have to coo and soothe her gently pulling her hair into a grip and using her just the way he was meant to. That was it, he decided - it just fit. He could teach her other things too, sit her on the small bathroom sink and spread her legs - bury his face where she’d be so wet and sweet and bitter. Really it was just his responsibility, to teach his angel all the stuff grown-ups did. Better him than the limpdicked pussies her age, surely her dad would agree with that.

“Fuck doll jus’ like that” he grunted, eyes squinting shut and sweat clinging to his brow as he picked up the pace. Christ on a cross, look at him jerking off in the bathroom like a damn pimple-faced kid with a crush.

You couldn’t even remember what you had been supposed to get him for, all thoughts leaving your head. Gross you were gross, what on earth were you doing watching him through the crack of the bathroom door? Truly you had been going to knock but then you’d heard his moan, deep and full-bodied, and the girlish crush you’d been repressing for far too long took over.

He looked godlike was your first thought, the golden light from the bathroom window framing his head thrown back in pleasure like a halo, bottle green eyes swallowed by dark pupils and the sweat clinging to his chest glistening with every movement. Even his cock was perfect, a rosy pinkish colour and ridiculously big. It looked almost painful it was so hard.

It wasn’t so surprising everyone knew Soldier Boy was a sex addict or something but seeing him in your childhood bathroom was perhaps unexpected. On the sink sat your glittery pink toothbrush, your face creams and washes littered the shelves and that shower had seen your own clumsy attempts at pleasure. You clenched your legs together, not going there. You simply would pretend you hadn’t seen it - would turn around and walk away. Away from the exquisite sin of Ben, the best friend of your father clutching at his pulsing hard dick and then he grunted out your name.

From that point, even Homelander himself would not be able to wrench you away from that gap in the door. Eyes wide as saucers, lip caught between your teeth to silence moans and trembling hands slipping beneath the cherry coloured bikini bottoms as you tried to follow his strokes.

Your name was interspersed with saccharine pet names “doll” and “angel” and “sweet girl”, low encouragements and the wet sounds of his precum hopefully drowning out your own fluttering wetness. One could be an accident, twice a mistake and so anything past that was confirmation. You had thought he saw you as a kid, apple-cheeked and uninteresting. Now you knew otherwise, the very thought of which sent more pleasure coursing up into you. Enchanted, you watched as he spat into his hand, the thick viscous liquid joining and merging with what was already there.

“Shit ‘m getting close babydoll” He laughed lowly, at himself the sound making you clench as your small fingers rubbed faster against the clit - a skittish speed trying to mimic his. You had to cum with him, in some twisted way it would mark you, could sustain you maybe though you didn’t know how you were ever supposed to look him in the eye again after this. Aching with how much you longed to be full of him, as you stuck a finger smartingly into yourself. Crooking it blindly to find that spot, the way you knew he wouldn’t have to. Men like Ben, like Soldier Boy you reminded yourself, just knew.

His words had become stuttered now like his pace, not much said anymore but your name and curses.

The loud moan as he came was the best sound you had ever heard, the sweat beading on his brow finding purchase down his neck and thick white ropes of cum staining his calloused hand. You came not a moment behind, too much and not enough all at once as lashes fluttered dumbly and lips parted into a soft gasp. Imperceptible really if Ben had still been moaning, but in the silence it echoed between you both.

You frantically pulled back from the gap, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights as you heard the creak of the doorknob.

“Doll?”

Fuck…

um soree for edging u i guess… maybe part 2 if my ego is flattered enough

[princeandreis]

listening to early beach boys albums is so crazy because the track list is like surf song. surf song. car song. life-alteringly beautiful ballad with harmonies handed down to us directly from the heavens. car song. catchy car song. surf instrumental. surf instrumental. car song. life-alteringly beautiful ballad. session outtakes

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jensen in THAT led zeppelin tshirt

[diorgirl444]

you wanted requests and I am willing to BEG for fem short!reader x dean and/or soldier boy headcannons like I'm so deprived it's not even funny. Like more than a full foot shorter💔💔💔🙏☹️i would be SO grateful

As someone's who 5'3 which next to jensen's 6'1 would be tiny i got you girl!!! I did this one for Dean because otherwise I was scared it might seem like I was repeating myself but to be honest probably I will do Soldier Boy too!

Dean Winchester with a shorter! girlfriend

warnings: not proofread, i wrote this with fem! reader in mind but you could probably still read it gender neutrally, maybe ooc dean i’m doing my best idk, talks of dean picking reader up, implied reader is a hunter or at least interacts with hunting because of dean, not proofread, mentions of dean manhandling reader (i can’t not bring it up apparently), descriptions of sex but honestly not that detailed so can just skip that part if it’s not for you!

Dean is naturally so protective of those around him but you're telling me his girl's significantly shorter? Oh my god he's almost unbearable about it.

Always checking on you, at times you might even feel a bit infantilised by it just because he's sooo worried for you. Not that he'd ever say that god forbid, it's all hidden beneath teasing. You might feel that he sees you a burden or doesn’t trust you to take care of yourself but he argues that you shouldn’t have to! If you get injured especially an injury tied to your height he’s benching you till he’s sure that in future he can prevent it.

"You sure a little thing like you can do it all on her own sweetheart?" He grunts when you're telling him the pair of you should split up for the case you're working on. Equally though when he sees you hold your own against a creature more than double your size it just reminds him why he fell in love with you.

Before you were even dating though he teased you about your height just because that's the kind of guy he is. immature God forbid anyone else does though because then he's clenching his hands into a fist and you're having to tell him that you really don't care.

Nicknames especially really cliche ones are a must because that's what dean does to those who matter to him. Get used to him calling you "short round" or "kid" his voice too fond for it to be obscured into anything other than what it is, unabashed affection. He’s not really used to feeling tall either, even though he is because 6’1 doesn’t feel very big next to Sam’s 6’4 so it’s an entirely new experience for him.

One thing that is hopelessly endearing about Dean is how boyish he is and that's undeniable here too. I feel like if you pulled all the easy tricks on him, by which I mean all the "let's compare hand sizes" or "Your jumper is so big on me" he'd fold so pathetically easily, ears going red at just how big the difference in size is between the pair of you.

Leading from that there’s just something he finds painfully adorable about the sight of you in his clothes, your hands barely peaking out and it swamping you like a dress. If he notices the slightest chill in the air he’s eagerly shrugging off a jumper or his leather jacket and tucking you up in it. He’ll pretend to complain about how you never dress for the weather but really he’s completely wooed by it. The first time you guys slept together and you pulled on one of his shirts after to cuddle in bed he couldn’t stop smiling and from that point onwards he’s always leaving one out on the bed for you to wear.

At night Dean’s always the big spoon, arms and legs wrapped around you like a cocoon and his head resting against your shoulder. He definitely runs hot all the time so it’s like sleeping with a bow legged radiator.

At other times in the bedroom he also adores your height difference, eagerly taking advantage of any opportunity to manhandle you about. He loves how he can easily manoeuvre you where he wants you: grabbing your hips and sitting you in perfect eye-line for him or pinning you down so your small frame is completely dwarfed by his strength and size. He knows it’s caveman like but he gets such a kick out of the way your mouth parts and eyes widen when you realise he’s got tot exactly where he wants you.

Dean truly cannot get enough of the way every part of him is just that much bigger than you. One hand easily holding your face, your hip, your throat. It satiates some deep primal itch in him and makes him feel so powerful. Equally the first time he saw the way your tiny hand barely fit all around his cock, he genuinely felt lightheaded with how hard it made him.

If he notices you’re tired from something, doesn’t matter what, he’s already either lifting you up to take the weight off you or rearranging the way you’re standing so that you’re leaning against him. he likes that he can wrap himself fully around you, it makes him feel like he could keep you safe if he needed to and really that’s all he wants to do when it comes to the people he loves.

Equally if he’s tired he won’t come out and say it but will be very possessive of your space. Resting his chin against your head, wrapping his arms round you and letting himself fall into your smaller form. Or pulling your face into his chest and just holding you close. Again that height difference makes it so easy for him to hold you close.

He's very playful about it too so he's putting things just slightly out of reach so that you can pout and ask for them.

Sometimes he'll lean directly over you so that your back presses into him as he reaches for it and other times he's going as far as to lift you up round the waist to reach.

He's lucky he's cute because he's incredibly cringey when in love...

I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope this is what you had in mind but if not let me know! Please request more stuff I love hearing everyone’s thoughts 💕

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[monamourjfk]

« jackie was a bad person » because she wasn’t a pristine lady diana? because she wanted to live a simple life after going through the most traumatic moments of her life? and enjoys the privileges that was given to her ? please some people have no critical thinking skills it’s baffling let her rest in peace when peoples don’t excessively mock her they undermine her it’s like she cant never be at peace i’m not saying she was perfect but some peoples have such low standards for what a good and bad person is , and their critical thinking is just plain stupid

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Personalised Moodboard for....

@diorgirl444 dating Dean Winchester!

Dean plays with your hair constantly. He loves gently curling the strands around his fingers, occasionally even very lightly tugging the ends to watch it bounce back. It happens naturally, when you're laying in his arms with your face buried in his neck or chest, he reaches down to your waist and threats his fingers through your hair, drifting off to sleep to the soothing feeling of it. And do not get him started on your soft lip glosses and lipsticks, he adores when you pick one with a slightly sweet flavour. He'll kiss it off your lips either way, but if you pick something cherry? He's devouring you in the post loving way possible.

Want your own personalised moodboard/s? See how to request here!

[diorgirl444]

thank u so much this is so perfectly lovely! i love the idea of him playing with my hair its soo adorable and you’ve truly captured my taste perfectly! thank u to the moon and back! i luv it so much! 💕

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the bf of the sweetest girl you know:

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