summary: recently, Dean has been waking up every night to nightmares. Yet every time, they seem to wake you up too.
wc: 557
warnings: angst, comfort, nightmares
The lights began flickering as Dean’s breath began appearing in front of him. A ghost. But not just any ghost, the one that’s been haunting his dreams for the past two weeks. It’s been relentless. Every night he comes back to wreak havoc on Dean’s already deteriorating sleep schedule. The worst part is that Dean knows it’s a dream. Every. Time. Yet no matter what he does, he can’t seem to wake up before the ending.
It starts out like any other day. Him and Sam found a case in the middle of bum fuck. A simple salt and burn Sam calls it. Yet every time, it ends in the death of the only people Dean cares for. Sam, and you.
He doesn’t understand why you’re there. Sure you follow them around across the country, but Dean refuses to actually bring you to the monster’s hideout. Yet in his dreams, you’re happily tagging along. It feels a little too natural how well you play the hunter role.
Then tragedy strikes. You’re flung across the room, head hit against every surface imaginable, and impaled on an exposed pipe in the wall. You hang there against the pipe, eyes dim, limbs limp. And in Dean’s terrified confusion, Sam’s throat is sliced as he falls to the floor. Dean spins in every direction, looking at the tragedy before him, trying to make sense of how things went so wrong.
The ghost locks eyes with Dean, and just as he’s about to get revenge, the ghost disappears, leaving Dean to clean up the bloody mess, to live the rest of his life alone, to force himself to move on. He knows it’s not possible. And as he locks eyes with your corpse, his heart stops, and he realizes he truly is alone.
Dean doesn’t wake up screaming, only with a gasp. His eyes dart around the dingy motel room, searching for something, anyone, to prove it was only the dream. He knows it was, but his heart doesn’t until it sees you okay.
You’re laying next to him, lips parted slightly as little snores leave your mouth, arms wrapped loosely around one of the motel pillows. Dean lets out a breath as his heart finally decides to stop sprinting.
Dean knows he can’t go back to sleep after that, so he opts to get a drink of water before the sun decides it’s time for the day to begin. As Deans filling up an old plastic fast food cup, he hears footsteps behind him before feeling small warm arms warp around his torso. He had waken you up, yet again.
“Hi baby.” you whisper into his back, face nuzzled against it.
“Did I wake you up again? I’m sorry I didn’t mea-” You shush him before he could get any further.
“It’s not your fault. I could tell you were upset, even in sleep.” your mouth moves up to his neck, peppering light kisses as your arms move to wrap around him now. His arms move to hold yours in place, silently asking you not to let go.
It always ends like this. You two holding each other in whatever dingy motel you decide to stay in. silent words exchanged saying ‘I got you’ and ‘It’ll get better’. And that makes the constant sleep interruptions a little more ok to Dean.
warnings: smut 18+, dry humping, lazy sex?, no piv, cumming without touching
You had just finished up a solo hunt, much to Dean’s reluctance, and were heading home. It was a simple job, a small pack of werewolves terrorizing a small town. You got home with only a few scratches, but a fatigue that ran through your bones.
There had been more unusual sighting popping up recently. Which meant endless jobs and no time to rest.
“Hey sweetheart” Dean calls when the motel door creaks open.
“Hey” you sigh without bothering to look up.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asks with a hint of worry in his voice.
You sigh again and sit down on your bed with a hard force. “Nothing, just exhausted.”
Since you took this mission by yourself, Dean had some time to himself to recharge.
Dean makes his way over to you, spinning you so your back faces him. He starts to massage your shoulders, his hands feeling better than usual.
“Mmm, feel so good” you practically moan out. The pent up stress slowly starting to fade from your body.
“Yeah, bet it does.” Dean whispers in your ear. Breath tickling your neck as your hair stands up.
“Need more.” You whisper as Dean moves his mouth to pepper soft kisses on your neck.
Dean moves you again to lay against his chest while you straddle his hips. His hands start running up and down your back.
Your eyes start drifting shut as you let the fatigue take over.
“‘m gonna take good care of you baby, don’t worry.” You feel the vibrations of Dean’s chest as he speaks low.
Hands moving lower, they hook into the loops of your jeans. Slowly but surely, Dean starts to grind up into you, not bothering with the burden of clothes.
You start to let out little whimpers and moans, the feeling of him bucking up into you driving you crazy. Your eyes shut fully as you let yourself be immersed in pleasure.
“Feel good baby? Yeah it’s does. Doin so good for me.” Dean praises you as you start to move your hips in tandem with his.
You let out a gasp at one particular thrust, the seam of your jeans along with Dean’s bulge rubbing deliciously against your clit.
“Mm gonna cum.” You lazily warm Dean as he holds onto you tight.
“Yeah, I got you, let go for me baby.” The pleasure becomes too much as your mouth falls open. A burst of pleasure washing over you.
You lay there for a moment, basking in the warmth of Dean.
A few minutes later, Dean moves you to lay on the bed as he gets up to get something. He comes back with some of your pajamas and a warm rag.
“Gotta feel nice and clean before we go to bed.”
He rubs the warm rag against your sweaty forehead, and when he takes off your shirt to change you, the wipes it across your chest.
You lay there exhausted, accepting the love and care Dean is showing you.
“Mm love you.” You mumble once Dean finishes his work.
“Love you too.” He gets into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest once more.
a/n: I’m rlly disappointed that I didn’t get this out yesterday and that it’s so short.
I think I might just delete the dates on the masterlist bc obviously I’m not even following them. 😭
warnings: smut 18+, aphrodisiacs, sex pollen, dub-con, dirty talk, a little build up
The night sky reflects off of your mask as wind blows through your hair. The rooftops of Gotham provide an easy surface to run across, while also staying away from civilians down below. Your partner Nightwing is at your side matching your pace, if not faster. You two received a bomb threat for an apartment complex on the other side of town. It didn’t seem like the most dangerous thing you’ve faced, but the threat of civilian lives caused the urgency in your actions.
You two made it to the apartment, gracefully landing on the roof.
“Alright, I’ll go in from the bottom searching the basement for the bomb. You go in from here and get any citizens out of here.” Nightwing had an urgency to his voice. After a quick nod, he flew off the building to start searching the basement.
You ran in, starting to knock on every door in site. Confused residents answered, their faces immediately turned to panic as they saw you ushering them out.
A few short minutes later all the residents had evacuated, a new record for you. It had been another five of waiting on the adjacent building’s roof when you realized your partner still had not come out.
“Nightwing, do you copy.” You try to hide the panic in your voice, knowing that he can handle himself.
There was no response. You knew the bomb hadn’t gone off, as the whole building would have exploded. So what was taking him so long.
You try the comms one more time, allowing a little panic to seep through. Another minute passed before you declared you were going in.
You entered through a broken window in the back of the building. The quietly but quickly made your way to the basement. Thoughts racing through your head.
Maybe it was a trap, and the person had been waiting to capture one of you.
You dismissed the thought as you reached for the handle to the basement. You take out your weapon of choice, prepared for anything to come.
As you descend the stairs, you hear a faint noise coming from someone. Stopping for a moment to listen closer, it sounds faintly like someone out of breath.
You continue your descent, reaching a point where you can bend down and take a look at the scene before you.
Nightwing was writhing on the ground, hair tousled, breath coming out in short pants. His mask was halfway off his face, you almost had the decency to look away so as not to reveal his identity to yourself. Yet the sight of him had you itching to keep watching. Whether it be because he looked to be in pain, or because he looked a little too good.
Scanning the area for any other persons, you decided the scene was safe.
“Nightwing, are you ok?” You hushed just in case, quickly making your way over to him.
“..stay back” he grunted, willing himself to back away like you had poisoned him.
“Did scarecrow hit you with something? What’s going on?” You were frantic, up close he looked worse.
He was sweating profusely, his skin was flush, and there were… rips? Along the crotch area of his suit.
And now that you had a closer look, there was an obvious.. problem at hand.
“Omg, are you fucking hard right now?!” You all but yell once you notice.
“Can’t help it.. hurts” He’s gasping more at this point. The knowledge of his boner certainly didn’t help things. “Got hit with.. gas.”
Realization hit. You had read about this from an article Oracle sent you. A new type of aphrodisiac was being created by back alley criminals, with the intention of selling it to willing couples, or anyone really.
Guess they needed a test subject to prove it worked.
The problem was, you didn’t know if it was lethal or not, let alone how to cure it. I mean, you had always found your partner to be charming. Handsome smile and gorgeous hair. Who wouldn’t want to do him?
Your self control was slipping. Maybe there was a lingering pollen in the air, but the sight of Nightwing so helpless caused a wetness to form in your own suit.
Refocusing, you debated on calling Oracle for backup, but the compromising position Nightwing was in caused you to think twice. You figured it would be pretty embarrassing for him if any other vigilante saw him like this.
“What do you need me to do?” You decided on asking instead. Not knowing if he could even form a coherent thought.
“Help.. please.” He let out another series of grunts, looking up at you through wet lashes. He crawled over to you as best he could and grabbed onto your leg.
Any other thought flew out the window. All you could focus on now was Nightwing. At this point there had to be a residue of pollen, as the wet patch became bigger faster. And the room’s temperature seemed to spike significantly.
“It’s ok, I’ve got you.” You whispered through your own whimpers. Kneeling down to get closer.
As soon as you leaned down, Nightwing brought you close to him. Breathing in the scent of your neck.
“Smell so good.” He mumbles as his hand trails to your hips and thighs. Another rush of heat flows through you at the contact.
“Wait.” You scramble back a little, “we’re not thinking straight.” Your last ditch attempt at keeping your dignity fails. As Nightwing only tugs you closer, rambling about the pain.
You leaned into his touch, starting to enjoy the feeling of his hands. He suddenly flipped the two of you over so he was towering over you.
Nightwing was grinding himself against your thigh while essentially tearing your suit off. The air didn’t feel nearly cold enough on your burning skin, but your nipples still pebbled.
Your hands rushed to get Nightwing out of his own suit, and in your haste, both his and your masks fall off. They scattered to the other side of the room, lying forgotten.
His lips start trailing down your chest, showing affection to each nipple. Your wines only grew as you became more needy.
“Please..” you huff, as Nightwing wasn’t going nearly fast enough for your liking. He was the one in the most pain, so what’s taking him so long.
“Fine, I’ll give you what you want.” He decides, as he lines himself up and enters you in one deep thrust.
You two moan in unison as he bottoms out. The feeling of him was too much. He was so big, in length and in width. You had never felt like this before.
It also might have been the dual hysteria washing over you two, which made it feel like everything, yet nothing all at once.
“Please move.” You claw down his back once he starts his slow but deep pace.
“Feel so good baby.” Nightwing trust in your ear, becoming more vocal the more he speeds up.
The noises coming from the two of you were obscene. Moans, grunts, pants, and the sound of your pussy sucking him in was borderline pornographic.
You had never felt like this before. Everything in your body was on fire in the most amazing way.
At this point Nightwing was jackhammering into you. Grunting about it not being enough, when he suddenly flipped you onto your stomach.
You felt him everywhere from this angle. His hand snaked to your front, pressing on the bulge his cock formed while inside of you. He leaned down, chest pressing against your back.
“Almost there, being so good for me.” His voice was breathy, and you knew he was close.
His hand trailed lower to your clit, and you knew you were done for. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your voice let out an inhuman sound as you reached your peak. Nightwing following close behind with a few more harsh thrusts.
He released into your cunt, and after a few moments inside, he slowly pulled out with a pop.
You two lay on the ground of the basement, sweat sticking to each other. Nightwing held you close, offering the best possible aftercare at the moment. Lying on the ground you realized something.
“Are you mother fucking Bruce Wayne’s son?!”
A/N: I’m so sorry that this is a day late but I was procrastinating like hell.
This is probably the longest thing and smuttiest thing I’ve written.
Ik it’s not very good but hopefully my writing and patience will improve as this challenge goes on.
I fear I won’t get to posting the Kinktober fic tonight. I once again procrastinated and left it till last minute 😔. Tomorrow’s the night, don’t worry. I feel I’m cooking up something good here though, so stay tuned.
Johnny walked into Baxter building after his daily patrol of the city. Aiming for a cold shower, he enters the living room of the penthouse. He gets two steps in when he stops, spotting you on the couch. He was surprised by your appearance, in more ways than one. As you, a secretary for Baxter building, had never come up to his family’s living area.
But what surprised him more was the fact that you were wearing nothing more than a flimsy tank top with no bra, and a pair of black booty shorts. Your nipples were poking through your tank top due to your lack of bra. One of your legs was folded under the other, which dangled off the couch. The position of your bent leg left a perfect view for Johnny, seeing the perfect outline of your pussy. Suddenly his trousers seem too tight, and the temperature of the room increased by 10 degrees.
“What are you doing here” he decides to ask. You get up from the couch slowly and walk over to him, in an almost seductive yet unreal way.
“I wanted to see you” you run a finger down his chest, looking up at him through thick lashes. This was so unlike you, the shy desk secretary who could barely look him in the eye was now openly flirting with him. A bead of sweat ran down Johnny’s face. If you kept this up he was sure to come without ever being touched.
“Well what are you waiting for?” Your hand trails lower toward his hard on. He looks down and your delicate hand is slowly pulling down the zipper, straining over the bulge. You batted your eyelashes as you looked up at him, all too seductively.
“You’re killing me here.” Johnny all but groans. Your slow pace was become too much, he needed you now. Lucky for him, you decide to pull him by his collar towards the couch. You plop down and pull his face close to yours. Gently, you kiss him, turning more fierce a moment later.
Johnny’s head was spinning. What were you doing to him. You continue to kiss him, as all his past reservations about your odd behavior floated away. You viciously yank him to lay atop of you, your hands roaming to his hair and tugging on the strands. Your knee slots between his thighs, pressing against his dick. Your mouth moved onto his neck, leaving bruises that will definitely show later. A wet patch formed in Johnny’s pants the longer he rubbed against you. His grunts slowly turned into moans as he was reaching his release. You whispering into his ear about how good he was sent him over the edge. He released with one last guttural moan into your neck…
The bright light of the sunrise jolted Johnny awake. His massive hard on protruding through his sleep pants, accompanied by the wet patch slowly spreading. He’s had dreams like this before, but he’s never came in his sleep. Astonished, Johnny gets up to take a cold shower in hopes of getting his obvious problem to go away.
However, no amount of water could help him. Giving up, Johnny resorts to his hand for help. Just thinking about the way you looked under him had him coming in seconds. Now all he had to do was manage to face you at work today.
——
“Good morning Johnny.” You sheepishly greet as Johnny comes in from his morning coffee run.
“Morning.” He hides his head as he quickly slinks away, thinking about the way you whispered in his ear.
a/n: this is lowkey short and bad and I kinda posted late sorry!! I’ll try to be more on top of the other works later in the month.
I only write for x reader or x oc, mainly cause idk how to do anything else
I barely do smut, but if it’s requested and mild I might be inclined to write it
I will NEVER do inc*st, r*pe, w*tersp*rts, or anything of that nature, so don’t ask
I mainly write for the characters shown on my masterlist even if there’s no page for them yet
I am willing to do other characters from the fandoms I listed, and I may add more fandoms later on
I mainly write for female reader, and will try to stay gender neutral at times. that being said If a male reader is requested I will do my best to fulfill that request
I mainly write for male characters but again I’m open to female ones as well
try to be specific when requesting bc I don’t wanna misinterpret what you say and mess it up!!
thank you for sitting through my rules and pls feel free to ask me anything!!
summary: During your journey as the victor of the 68th Hunger games, you grew close to the darling Finnick Odair, with some unfamiliar feelings starting to bloom. What will happen to you two as you are thrust into the hell hole you thought you escaped from.
wc: 1k
warnings: blood, angst, gore?
“Let the 75th annual Hunger Games Commence”
The cannon blew and you immediately dove into the water. You never were the best swimmer, but you were good enough to get to dry land and reside there until your allies arrived. It was a smart move to avoid the blood bath, the only downside is you don’t have a weapon to defend yourself. Instead, you have to trust Finnick to get what you need.
A million thoughts race through your head. You decide to climb a dense tree close to shore so you can scan the area safely. What feels like hours pass till you can spot people coming back to the beach. While waiting, you counted 7 cannons, not bad, but you can’t help but worry that one of them was Finnick.
A few minutes later you spot Johanna approaching shore with Wiress and Beetee. You quietly hop down from your tree and slowly make your way towards them so as not to scare them. Johanna quickly spots you and runs toward me.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” She exclaims as the married couple approaches.
“I was hiding in that tree. I left the bloodbath before I could get caught up, or get any weapons.” You sigh defeatedly, knowing now that you probably should have tried to get something from the cornucopia.
“It’s alright, I got a couple throwing knives here.” Joanna says as she hands a few over. “We should get going though, being out in the open like this can lead the career pack right to us. Nuts and Bolts are terrified of them.” She whispers the last part.
You guys make quick work heading into the forest, trying to sketch a layout of it along the way. Your main goal was to find the rest of your group. It was hard in the dense trees, but with the few weapons and physical capabilities we had, it was better this way.
It had been a few hours now with Johanna leading the four of you through the jungle. You were all dehydrated, after coming to the conclusion that the body of water in the center of the arena was salt, you were out of ideas. You suddenly feel a few drops of wetness in your hair. Apparently everyone else did too, as Johanna cheered at the thought of water and opened her mouth.
You look up and just as you were about to open your mouth for a taste, the color red flooded your vision. Blood rain.
You try to get the thick liquid out of your eyes. Wiping your face and failing, instead spreading the blood everywhere. Somewhere amongst the chaos, Johanna yells something and you all start running.
Still struggling from the persistent rain, you couldn’t see when a fallen tree branch appeared in your path. You sliced your leg open, stumbling a little and falling over as you do. You don’t register the pain, your adrenaline too high to think straight.
Johanna runs back and pulls you up to continue running.
After what feels like forever, you finally make it back to the beach. Able to wipe the blood out of your eyes, you notice a group a couple of feet away from you. It seems they’ve spotted you too, as they’re running towards you with worried expressions.
You don’t notice who the group is until Finnick is holding your face in his hands and checking for injuries.
“I’m ok Finn, I promise.” You say as you take his hands in your own.
His face seems to calm at that. “Let’s help you into the water, ok?” He takes your hand and starts to lead the way to the water.
A few steps in and you feel a burning sensation in your leg. A few more and you’re limping heavily. It’s not soon after you fall over, lightheaded and dizzy.
“Sweetheart, oh my god, are you ok?” Finnick panics and starts checking the rest of your body for injuries.
Your hearing fades in and out as everything becomes blurry. Finnick becomes quiet permanently as you black out.
——
There’s too much blood, they can’t figure out which is your and where it’s coming from.
Finnick picks you up in his arms and carries you into the water. He cleans off your arms and torso, looking for any wounds on the way. Then he reaches your legs. A long cut a few inches deep runs vertically across the calf of your right leg, leading to your lower thigh.
“I need medical supplies right now!” Finnick yells, “Bandages, alcohol, gauze whatever!”
You were gonna need stitches for sure. Finnick runs back to shore and Peeta meets him halfway, holding some bandages.
“Is this all?” Finnick observes the scarce supplies.
“I’m afraid so.” Peeta looks guilty, “Is she gonna need stitches.”
“Yeah…”
You were friendly with Peeta the few weeks you knew him. You grew close during training and were the first person he wanted to ally with. Growing as a mother figure to him, you meant a lot.
You start to stir in Finnick’s arms as he makes sure to set you on the blanket Katniss laid out.
“Hey honey, how are you feeling?” He speaks with a gentle voice, carefully ripping open your pants for easier access.
“It hurts..” You whimper. Johanna brings over the canteen Peeta had given her for water to disinfect your wound.
“I know, it’s ok it’ll be over in a minute.” Finnick first rinses his hands off, then pours the water over your wound, going in with the cleanest cloth he could find to rub the dirt and grime off.
You hiss in pain as your eyes tear up, clenching your jaw and digging your nails into the ground.
“The worst is over, time for bandages.” Finnick starts to slowly wrap the bandages around your leg, being careful not to directly touch it. “You’re gonna need stitches, but this is the best we can do until a sponsor sends something.”
Throughout this whole process Finnick has been so gentle and caring. Making sure not to cause as much pain as he has to.
“I love you.” You whisper teary eyed as he continues the bandages. He looks up into your eyes, still going.
summary: You were captured by the Capitol after the 75th Hunger Games along with Peeta and Johanna. What happens when you make it back to district 13, but you can’t seem to remember your boyfriend of 3 years.
wc: 758
warnings: angst, mentions of t*rture, fluff at end?
On the outside you were fine, there was the minor bruise or cut here or there, but you seemed to be ok physically and mentally. At least compared to Peeta you were. There was bound to be some kind of psychological trauma in you, but the doctors of district 13 had yet to experience it.
The first non medical person to visit you was Plutarch and Haymitch, they originally told you about the rebellion before the 75th game began, promising they would get you out of the arena and bring you back to 13.
You weren’t mad at them, you understood that Katniss had to come first, being the face of the rebellion and all. You felt especially better when Haymitch explained how he vouched for you, Peeta, and Johanna, and how Coin declined his request to save you.
It had been about a day since you got back, and they were still restricting visitors. You had heard about Peeta’s outburst, feeling sorry for Katniss, you requested to see her. Only, when she showed up, she wasn’t alone.
With her was a tall blonde man, with signs of a natural fading tan. Probably from the absence of sun in district 13. He had deep blue eyes, reminding you of the ocean and your home in district 4. What confused you was the wide smile on his face and the tears that formed when you locked eyes.
He called your name and immediately rushed over to your side, sending you into a panic. He was handsome, you couldn’t lie, but you didn’t know him and his intentions. The man sensed the fear on your face and backed off, his happy relieved demeanor turned into one of worry and fear.
“Do I know you?” You warily asked, pushed against the headboard of your bed as much as you could.
“Baby, it’s me.” The man responded, voice cracking as a different kind of tears formed in his eyes.
As you became more uncomfortable you turned to the person you did know, “Katniss, who is this?
“This is my friend Finnick.” Katniss replied after much hesitance. She understood what was going on quite well. The Capitol had gotten to you, like they had gotten to Peeta.
Katniss made her way over to the man, Finnick, and whispered something to him. The expression on his face still stuck in pain. You felt pang of guilt, you knew you had caused his pain somehow, despite not even knowing him.
After their exchange of words, Finnick swiftly stood and left your room. Your eyes following him all the way out.
“Am I supposed to know him?” You asked after a beat, guilt fully replaced the fear from earlier. You didn’t want to be the cause of anyone’s pain, involuntarily or not.
“Don’t worry about it.” Katniss was quick to reassure you. Jumping into a conversation about yourself after. Distracting you from the obvious problem.
——
You were monitored for a few more days before you were released. In those few days the doctors, Katniss, and Johanna had explained everything to you.
You were in a relationship with that man Finnick back in district 4. During your time in The Capital, they had somehow caused amnesia to make you only forget him. A move meant to purposely hurt Finnick.
You still felt guilty despite knowing nothing you did yourself made him look so pained that day. You wanted to see him, talk to him now that you know a little about him.
That’s exactly what you did when you were released. Johanna was walking you to the cafeteria for lunch, and after you got whatever limited food they had, you sought out the man that’s been plaguing your thoughts for days.
He was eating alone in the corner of the room. A piece of rope lay next to him on the table, and he focused solely on eating. You beelined straight for him, causing Johanna to fall behind.
“Finnick?” You call the foreign name. He looks up and drops his spoon, a flash on hope in his eyes. You sit down next to him and quickly explain, “I still don’t remember you, I’m sorry.” His face falls in defeat, but a look of contentment remains that wasn’t previously there.
“It’s ok, I’m just glad you’re here” he faintly smiles and locks eyes with you. You smile back, and find yourself glad that the old you fell in love with someone so kind. You even start to think that maybe you can grow to love him again.
summary: During your journey as the victor of the 68th Hunger games, you grew close to the darling Finnick Odair, with some unfamiliar feelings starting to bloom. What will happen to you two as you are thrust into the hell hole you thought you escaped from.
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summary: You were captured by the Capitol after the 75th Hunger Games along with Peeta and Johanna. What happens when you make it back to district 13, but you can’t seem to remember your boyfriend of 3 years.
