Literally almost anything. Currently I’m big on Marvel/DC comics and Red Dead Redemption, but I have many other fandoms that I haven’t written for yet!
What I don’t write for:
I’m sorry but I hate age-gap things. I can consider nsfw but I don’t normally write it. Nothing rapey or any CNC things. I can write wlw but mlm requested fics will most likely be gender-neutral. No polyamory. No INCEST, my GOD.
any kind of hate is not welcome here. Racism, sexism, ableism, etc, will be an immediate block and report. DNI if you’re a hating hoe
edit: so I actually already have over 40k words written in fics of the modern AU (bc I started like a week before posting this) so let’s turn these results around🥹
okay, so maybe jason likes fucking you at a nice angle. and maybe, for all intents and purposes, that angle ends up being reverse cowgirl — especially when he's in one of those moods. don't get him wrong, jason loves a good doggy or missionary, but you in reverse cowgirl? while he's trying his hardest not to cum inside?
his bicep rests over his eyes, free hand set lazily on your hip for the sake of saying he held onto something the entire time.
"yeah, that's it," he groans, sinking into the mattress. his cockhead presses against that particular spot inside that makes you see stars, each bounce drawing out an embarrassing moan from your lips. "that's my pretty," he praises, breathing hard enough for your to hear. the tremble in his voice lets you know more than enough: he's been holding in the urge to cum for less than a minute, sweating to keep the edge off his voice. fingers barely digging into your skin, he holds your hips down with both hands, stopping your movements. a whine nearly erupts from you.
jason's struggling. he's one good thrust away from cumming inside, your name at his lips in weak pants. "jay?" "just a second, sweetheart." you turn your head to nab a quick glimpse, finding the sweetest closed-eyed and bitten lip expression. his eyebrows are knitted together so perfectly, a mess of sweat at his forehead. he’s trying his hardest for you.
“jason, baby,” you start, chest heaving as you catch your breath, “it’s okay if you cum.” it isn’t like he doesn’t know that, but reassurance gives the man a sense of peace. he squeezes your side and brings you into a slower pace, shuddering with every soft bounce, head thrown back. your thighs are shaking, most likely due to the sudden stop brought back into movement, but jason’s twice - if not thrice - as wrecked beneath you.
his breathing turns erratic, cock jumping at any stimulation when your folds flutter around him. red in the face with an utterly pathetic moan, his hips jolt upwards, mind going blank. you feel it seep between your legs, warm and thick, and he quite literally writhes. the view from behind is delectable, a beautifully arched back whilst he paints your insides, all on display for his eyes.
No shade to anyone who may like this but I'm sorry but I hate being degraded in fanfics... "oh yes you like that you cockslut bitch whore?" no I dont. My pussy is now dryer than Hawaiian punch. Why would I want someone I love to verbally assault me WHILE we're making love at that??? Call me sensitive but I'd start crying mid cum. Like damn tell me how you really feel??😭 Go ahead and splay it all out since you feel like you can knuck and buck while we fucking. I like em a little strict but... bitch? Whore? Slut? Baby hell nah. You will NEVA fuck this coochie again😂✌🏽✌🏽
content MDNI 18+, gn!reader, reader is slightly shy, dry humping, gentle nipple play (dean receiving mhm) #happy trail dean! he is needy and very in love, use of baby, angel, and pretty !
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Dean kisses your bare sternum with the same delicacy that he uses to kiss your cheeks and jaw and the smooth of your calf. His lips are feathering plum pink; he's kiss-bitten and happy to be. The heat of a gentle bite stings his neck.
He likes when you bite, though you'd been shy about it. The feeling always plunges him into hazy dizziness. Your knee shifts and bumps his stomach lightly, he spreads molten fingers over the plush of your thigh and pushes down to flatten the bend.
"Come on," he whispers. "Tell me what you want, pretty."
Too many options. You weigh them. He'll give anything, you could ask for his mouth or thick fingers or dick. Could push off your back and clamber onto his lap. He's a mess but hiding it well, save for telling pinched brows.
"Wanna see you better."
He sits high on his knees and blinks at you, trying to focus. It's hard, when you're a glowing vision in his backseat and nude besides underwear. An angel. Splayed and running a tender hand along his chest, your thumb coaxes his nipple.
"Fuck," he hisses, dark lashes aflutter.
You smile. Rarely are you the one doing the teasing.
"Sensitive," you coo and pinch quick. "Oh, you like that."
Ribbons of silver moonlight bleed through the windows, strapping across his abdomen. They set the honey-blond hairs above his belt flaming white, flowing down his navel in a band, beckoning to be licked and touched.
You twist his nipple between a delicate thumb and index. He barely swallows a whimper.
"Baby." He scrambles to hitch your thigh up his waist, holding it there while he helplessly grinds the swell of his jeans against you. "Fuck, you're so- so good. A fuckin' angel."
Your hand falls and settles on his bicep. He ruts slow and stuttered, lowering himself to press the point of his nose beside your ear. Powdery fragrance, he breathes in and in again, chest flowering with sticky, sweet love.
"Dean, I... oh."
He raises his head, fingers kneading at the dough of your leg. His rings indent cold and your half-lidded eyes tug his heart achingly. You've such a breathy, faraway voice and he hasn't even fucked you stupid yet.
"Good?" he checks. "Feels good? You like this?"
You nod feverish, catching his chin with a sloppy, pillowed kiss. He's got enough sense to grin lopsided and swallow your mouth whole, tongue needling for yours. This earns him a dreamy, lilting sigh that pits straight to his gut and pools there in welling heat.
"Y'sound like..." he starts, mumbling and blissed, following a connecting string of saliva back towards your lips. Can't ever get his fill, mind a mantra of you, warm, soft, sugary. "Heaven. What does heaven sound like?"
A shaky breath passes from your nose. "Heavenly, I'd guess."
He licks a stripe on your throat. Your arms cross over his shoulder blades, palm scooping through spiked hair, hips lifting to meet his movement. A small, hiccupping sound flies from him traitorously, bordering on plea.
"Jesus- shit," he says. His clothed thrusts become sloppy.
"Here," you offer, reaching for his belt. "Please."
There's nothing else to think about, to feel, except for your fingertips grazing past that musky trail on his low stomach. He slows, missing the friction as it wanes, but adoring your cautious expression. Excitedly nervous. Your pinkie curls around a belt loop. His palm skates the length of your thigh.
"Y'don't have to," he murmurs. "It's okay, baby."
Dean decides you must be magic, when your eyes find his. Glittering jewels amidst the dim light in the car. He can see your smile, a perfect, curling thing, and holds back from kissing you again and again until your brain is mush.
"Want to," you reply. His belt comes undone with a clink.
The button of his jeans pops out lazy under your tentative touch, but he doesn't rush. Rolls his lip beneath a shiny canine as you slide the zipper down and stifles a whiny beg. You're soft and pretty and he wants to bury himself in your skin forever.
You work his jeans to his knees and then pause to watch him quietly, ignoring his straining boxers, your chest pulling with prolonged rises. He wonders where that brief teasing went but loves you just as much, like this. Affected.
"Hey," he whispers. Leans quickly to give a smacking kiss to your hip bone. "You're beautiful."
"Thank you. You're, um. You're beautiful, too."
His body pangs. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Can you fuck me, now? Please."
Yes, yes, yes.
Clumsy in this small space, he manages to kick off his pants without hitting the top of his head and yanks his wallet from the back pocket to grab a condom. Brings it to his teeth and tears it open. His supply is diminishing.
"Yeah, yeah, baby. Yes. C'mere."
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EWW okay. this is just simply a mess don't laugh at me :p i wrote the majority of this half-asleep and barely read it over !!!
