— 🪽. lissy. 20 & she/her. femme. 𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟 spn ⅋ the boys. PRETTY GIRL, CONSUMED BY DEATH. ˖Ი𐑼⋆ dead dove & 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 'CAUSE I'D RATHER DIE, THAN BE ANYTHING BUT YOUR GIRL. 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 and 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 enthusiast. ✮⋆˙ I'LL NEVER BE THAT KIND OF ANGEL.
⤷ ゛ˎˊ˗ SOMEONE TAKE ME HOME. taglist. masterlists. recent work.
Do you think soldier boy would give puppy!reader heat inducing pills so that he can just fuck her alllllll day👀
oh, totally.
see, what soldier boy needs is for you to be as dependant and needy for him as possible. he'll sneak the pills into your food first thing in the morning, watching you meticulously as you grow more eager and desperate for sexual relief. he especially likes to torture you; like, revelling in the way you pout, your eyes getting all big and watery when he scolds you for humping the pillows because you're aching so much. the most "affection" he'll give you is a harsh spank to your dripping cunt for that.
but. it does not take him long to fuck you; after all, there's only so much of your suffering and whining he can take before he's thinking of taking you to the pound and letting all the other mutts have their way with you. so, he'll have you under him, typically in some perverse position, or just bent over the couch, fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. pulling on your sensitive ears as he teases, "jus' couldn't wait any longer for your old man to put your right, could you? fuckin' dirty mutt."
meanwhile, you're just taking it like the good girl you're supposed to be; yipping when his hand comes down on your ass because you accidentally bit him when he had it over your mouth, letting him force you into any position he wants you in (or, shoving any toy that he wants into your gaping hole; sitting back as you pathetically fuck yourself against it.. without his help), your slick dripping freely down your thighs and soaking the two of you. and of course you know from past experience that your best behaviour is rewarded with kinder, loving sex from ben. that's what you really want. to be his good girl.
so, good thing he's got a heightened sex drive from compound v; there's no other man on the planet who could placate to your needs in the way that he does.
Werewolf!dean… x puppy! Reader in heat…👀
(have you done that before?? i feeeeel like u have but im not sure…. if u have u should totally link it for me frrr…..)
werewolf!dean winchester who absolutely ruins you when you're in heat.
your legs held apart via a spreader bar as you wait on aching hands and knees, your hole wet and dripping and exposed. dean wants needs you as accessible as possible, mounting you from behind with blunt nails digging into the fat of your hips as he sinks into your cunt. "been needin' me this bad, sweetheart?" he teases, even though the syllables are all wound-up, strained; holding himself back so he can pleasure you for once, rather than himself. "don't worry; 'm gonna make you all better.."
restless whimpering and needy whines only urge dean on as he ruts deep into your slick hole, your brain aching from how many times you've cum for him. your heat has slightly subdued with how overstimulated you feel– reduced to nothing more than a crying, blissed-out mess of a puppy– and yet still begging for him to knot you. how he hasn't yet you're not sure, but his thrusting has become more erratic, deeper, with his thick knot bumping up against your hole more often.
the scent of blood and cum blinding your senses as dean digs his nails into your flesh so hard that you bleed, finally working his knot into you. "takin' it so good f'me, baby," he pants, pulling you up so your back is flush to his chest, sharp and wet teeth nipping at your neck. one of his larger hands guides your own to the small bulge in your lower abdomen, feeling how deep he is in you. "jus' like you always do, don't you? gonna keep fuckin' you like this 'til you're not hurtin' any more." and you can only cry harder– interrupted by wanton moans and obscene squelching from your soaked cunt as cum spills into you, hot and heavy, slowly oozing out of you because you're so pervertedly stretched out. but dean holds you tight, praising you for doing such a good job– oh, and reminding you what a good breeding bitch you make when you're in heat.
annarubyreader where ruby just speaks filth to you while fingering you on your hands and knees and anna gives you praise and speaks softly to you while you eat her out
"you're loving how you let us use you like this, aren't you?" ruby teases you from behind, her fingers stretching you out obscenely. "so fucking dirty. letting an angel and a demon have their ways with you." and you can only nod weakly, your moans– and lack of answers– muffled by anna's cunt as you eat her out. her hands buried in your hair, holding you close to her to wetness. she's more loving and nurturing than ruby is, softly praising you for eating her out so well.
"but she's doing so well, ruby," anna comments, stroking your hair when you whimper from ruby pushing her fingers in deeper than she has before. but her saccharine compliments turn to stutters as you bring her closer to climax, comments such as, "she's so– um– she's really good." you take this as a good sign, your cunt clenching tightly around ruby's fingers as you grow eager to cum– but you can't, well, not until ruby lets you..
i love annaruby so much like there's genuinely so many pairings in supernatural that would've been legendary but no ofc the writers decide against it pass over the script let me write bitch
yep yep yep!! you get it! and maybe it's just me, but if the writers weren't such cowards and gave into the fucking witch-hunts that some fans started over literally any female character then we could've have some legendary ships..
preacher!soldier boy convincing you that you'll still be a virgin if you do anal. pushing his fat cock into your ass, telling you "doesn't count if you can't get pregnant from it, doll," as he forces you to stare at the virgin mary statue as he fucks you. feeling watched as he keeps his hardened focus on you throughout sermon, a sinful grin breaking out on his face as you squirm from where you sit, as the plug he stuffed in your ass is much too big for you.
and when he can't resist your sweet cunt any more, he makes you keep the plug in as he teases your hole. he's got you on his desk in the back office, legs spread as his rough thumb circles your clit. "ain't no one findin' out about this, doll," is his reassuring phrase when you get twitchy about be unfaithful to the lord. "i know god. he said this was okay for us. for you." so, you trust him. you understand that god has spoken to preacher ben and said that he must do.. whatever this is to you. make your "special part" feel all nice and funny.
you just don't really like it when he puts that "stuff" in you when he finally gets you bent over his desk, his cock deep in your squelching cunt. how he makes you put your pretty panties that he bought for you back on afterwards, as they grow all sticky from the stuff he pumped into you because it's dripping out of your gaping hole. but it's okay; he's told you that something important is going to grow in you, and then you'll really be closer to god. preacher ben said so.
spn rarepair exchange → annaruby (for @blanketforcas)
An angel and a demon riding in the backseat. It's like the setup to a bad joke. Or a Penthouse Forum letter.
here are some jack kline/castiel's daughter!reader headcanons. nsfw under the cut.
— 🪽. at first, you don't like jack. maybe it's dean's influence on you, or maybe it's because (in a way) he got your dad killed, but one thing is for certain; you're not a fan of him. he's a lingering presence in the safe sanctuary of the bunker, and castiel always seems to give him more attention than you. castiel is your dad, after all, not his. but eventually, you come around. and whilst it does takes time for that to happen, you slowly realise that there may be something more there between you and the nephilim.
— 🪽. but once you're past the stage of unfamiliarity, you two become inseparable. on hunts, the two of you always team up, and at the bunker, you're always in one another's space. you two are basically never away from one another for too long. dean starts to keep his distance with you because you're now a traitor in his eyes; castiel (and sam, of course) is just glad that you have a good influence. and whilst they may not know the true nature of your relationship– that the two of you are definitely more than close friends– it's okay with you. some things are best kept as secrets.. especially when your dad's best friend wants to kill your new boyfriend most days.
— 🪽. he's 100% teaching you all there is to know about sex. and it's not that you're inexperienced per-se, but your dad is castiel– it's hard to get these sort of things past him without knowing. so, when there's time for just the two of you, jack takes it upon himself to be your "teacher". he has you in some new position, or trying out some kink, and if anything, it's more educational for him than you. working out what your body wants from him.
"oh, you like how it feels?" he asks. and it kills you, how he says it in that innocent-adjacent tone, because it's anything but. in a strange, perverted way, he's much like his father; smug, using his power for not the greater good. and yet, you love it. get high off this other side of him because it's so unlike the jack you know day-to-day. "i can do it again, but you're going to have to ask. i'm not doing anything unless you're begging– oh, and dean said 'consent is sexy'."
— 🪽. and the two of you are no strangers to public sex. nothing gets past the guys, especially in the bunker. you've quickly learnt that the best places to fuck without getting caught are in sleazy motels when you're on the road, or, if you're really feeling risky, the impala. "we can't be having your dad find out about us now, can we?" jack teases lightly. "need you to be really quiet for me, okay? i know you like to have my attention all to yourself." and you're under him, his hand over your mouth, as he slowly pumps into your wet cunt. and though the guys said they were going to the local bar, the two of you are so caught up in what you're doing that they could've gone back to their motel rooms next to yours, and you'd never have noticed. but the secrecy, the adrenaline-laced thrill of being overheard, can never surmount to anything else. it's dirty and wrong– the son of the devil and the daughter of an angel– but it's not stopping you guys any time soon.
one thing is for certain; you're both as bad an influence on each other.
werewolf!dean winchester pounding you into the mattress, pushing tenderly down on your lower abdomen so you can feel how much cum he's pumping into you; how little space there is for him to fill, especially once he's worked his knot into you. keeping you pinned down, practically salivating against your neck as he buries his face into your skin, muttering "doin' so good f'me, baby, takin' me so damn well", his rough hands keeping your trembling thighs far apart as his knot swells against your stretched hole.
dean licking your neck and rubbing your clit for your own pleasure, but also so you can relax enough to take his knot properly and he can pump all his pups into you. and then, laying on top on you after he's finished, pinning you to the sticky sheets.
sending older!dean winchester videos of you testing out all the fun and big toys that he’s bought for you. your thighs trembling, and breath all panicky as you struggle to work the thick, monstrous dildo into your weeping cunt. it’s so much bigger than all the other gifts that he’s sent you, almost like he’s trying to get you ready for something. and all the while he’s grunting with the sleeve of his balled-up flannel in his mouth and his hand furiously pumping his cock as he watches the footage you sent him of your squelching cunt clamp tightly around the toy that’s a perfect model of his own cock; cum coating his hand when he has to listen to his baby girl cry out for him.
WAIT. I know about puppy reader...but what about PUPPY jack kline...... But but on top of that. Sub puppy jack kline if you will, with a severe scent kink 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
um. what about "training" jack kline for knot-warming?
your hole always being stretched out by his knot and leaving you so full– but only when you say he can cum, of course. dean always jokes that you keep the boy on a short leash, but little does he know how true that is. how you're basically only able to cum when you've got his knot in you, him all whining and pawing for you to play nice with him. and when you fuck, him just burying his face in your neck, wet teeth against your sore and bruising flesh that he's bitten a thousand or so times because he needs to make sure that his scent is on you, and that everyone knows that you belong to him only.
..but. then it gets to a point that you start to hate feeling empty when you don't have his knot in you– needing it literally all of the time– so you two seem to always be all over each other. "you're pathetic, know that?" jack degrades, whining when your warm walls clamp too tightly around him in silent reply. more and more, as time passes with this "training", has jack become less obedient to you; in turn, more calculating, more.. dominant. now, you're as needy and pathetic as he is, fighting for the scraps of power in your strange dynamic. "imagine the guys finding out about you like this. you pretending to be all controlling over me, yet letting me rub my scent all over you. in fact, i think there's going to be some changes around here in how you make me fuck you.."
oh. it's such a shame how you now have to go about your day pretending that you're totally not a knot-drunk puppy..
werewolf!dean winchester who is very much dangerous and bloodthirsty during the full-moon. who is a true beast during this time.. but can also recognise your scent.
who decides that the less violent compromise (as opposed to ripping your throat out), is to have you under him and to breed you. who pumps load after load of cum in you until your lower abdomen is bulging with it slightly and it slowly oozes out of your spent hole. who makes sure that you're full with his pups.
imagine soldier boy x puppy!user where user gets called a dumb mutt and has a pretty pink collar on.. who would even like that wink wink..
soldier boy getting you a pretty pink collar to make sure you remember what you are to him..
"dumb mutt," is what you are to him, as he uses one hand to hook his fingers under the collar and bring you closer to him. his other hand groping at your clothed cunt, making you whimper. "thought you could fuck yourself an' i wouldn't know? can fuckin' smell her all over you."
"but i didn't–" you whine, cutting yourself off when he slips two fingers past the soft material of your panties– the pink pair; ones that match your collar– and rubs roughly against your clit. you know it won't be like this for long; he'll be punishing you soon enough.
"hey– i say when you get to touch her, don't i? not you." ben's fingers leave your weeping cunt, his entire hand coming down on your sensitive area in a firm slap. "y'want me to have to leave her all achy and needy f'me 'cause you couldn't keep your hands off her?"
oh, thank you. however. took me forever to find one i like because 1) all photos on pinterest are suddenly bright as fuck and do not match the depressing darkness i have going on, and 2) i don't want to be perceivable any more and am also very indecisive. but i like this jack one. anyway. ramble over.
Ik your not usually the type to really do submissive men but what about needy/whiny jack kline..dare I say just a smidge submissive 👀👀👀
being in jack kline's lap as your ride him, pushing away his hands every time he goes to paw at you. he's desperate for you, wanting more of you, and yet, you don't give it to him.
"uh-uh, not yet, darling," is you decline as he buries his face into your neck and lets out a pained groan. it's sadistic, your behaviour, and for him, just humiliation. how the most powerful being in the world is humiliated. "i'm the one in charge tonight, and i'm going to take care of you. just like you do with me. got it?"
"'s not fair," he whines slightly against your neck, wet teeth grazing the skin in need of something. his hands grope blindly at your waist. "i take it back– 'm not like this with you–" and yet, you never hear what jack was going to say, not with how your cunt clenches around him, his blunt nails digging harshly into the flesh of your hips. he's almost panting in your neck now, teeth eager and ready to sink into your saliva-slicked skin and make you hurt just as much as he is. and all because you haven't said he can touch you yet. or maybe because he can't cum yet. you're not entirely sure. "shouldn't have let you have all the power. you get mean."
well. sometimes it's fun to be the one with all the power.