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Pairing: Dean x Reader Prompt/Summary: Imagine Dean talking dirty to you as he hits your spot with every thrust. Author: covered-byroses Reader Gender: Female Word Count: 2,858 Warnings: Language, Smut, Dirty Talk, Wall Sex, Closet Sex, Fingering, Unsafe Sex, Dom!Dean, Dry Humping, Sir!Kink

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The Signs Studying

Aries: Reads everything so fast…

Taurus: Studies carefully and slowly.

Gemini: Studies while listening to music, talking, singing or surfing the internet.

Cancer: Only likes to study with friends or family around.

Leo: If they’re interested in having a good grade, they’ll have a good grade.

Virgo: Writes down everything they need to know and studies it.

Libra: Studies only the day before the exam.

Scorpio: Does this silently so nobody actually knows what they’re doing.

Sagittarius: Finds it boring. Reads a page then goes out for a walk.

Capricorn: Studies harder than all of the others, gets a great grade.

Aquarius: Writes down what they think it’s important. Most of the time, it wasn’t important.

Pisces: Wants to study but starts wondering about life and gets lost.

Souce: Unknown

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Rumor Has It

Title: Rumor Has It (Collab fic by @mrswhozeewhatsis and I)

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader x Misha Collins. Appearances by Jared Padalecki, Clif Kosterman, Mark Sheppard, Ruth Connell, Kim Rhodes, Rob Benedict, Richard Speight Jr., Billy Moran, Stephen Norton, Mike Borja.

Summary: Rumors had been spread through the fandom about Jensen and Misha and their convention activities, and behind the doors of a penthouse suite, you learned the truth.

Warnings: All the smut (oral, brief fingering, hand-jobs, p in the v.), Cockles, swearing (like, you can totally tell where Michelle stopped and I started based on the swearing lol), slight fluff.

Word Count: 10.3k

A/N: For all intents and purposes, Misha/Vicki and Jensen/Danneel have a special arrangement that leaves the reader in the clear. Saint Michelle brought this idea to me a long while ago and wanted to do it but couldn’t get past the rpf factor to write the smut, so here we have a collab in which she wrote the lead up and I wrote the naughty bits. If you don’t condone or read RPF, please ignore this post as it is probably not gonna make you happy in any way. Italics are inner thoughts, the bold section is a recap of the con.

Thanks to those who do read and please, leave me and my gurrl some feedback! :)

It was Sunday night at your first Supernatural convention and you were sitting in your reserved seat in the Gold section, taking a break from all of the excitement and just people watching. Fans were milling about the room, some still in line to get Jared’s and Jensen’s autographs, some waiting to be called by the event staff to the actual lines, and others just sitting around and chatting with friends, not wanting the magical weekend to be over. Your roommates and fellow Supernatural fangirls had run to see if any impromptu photo ops had been released while you chose to have a few moments to yourself and watch everyone’s things, enjoying the quiet moment alone amongst all the residual noise and adrenaline of the fun-filled weekend.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips while you replayed your favorite moments of the convention, your head lifting and the smile dissolving from your face as a stern-looking man in a dark suit approached and stopped by your side.

“Are you Y/N L/N?” he asked, all business and commanding tone.

Your eyes widened in fear as you nodded. “Um, y-yeah. Is something wrong?”

Without answering your question, the man gestured to your belongings. “Please gather your things and come with me.”

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I’m just sitting in front of my laptop, my mouth agape, and no matter how hard I’m trying to come up with witty comment, it just doesn’t come to me.

Mana, Michelle ( @mrswhozeewhatsis) , this is an incredible one! I’m still in shock so I can’t provide any coherent comment so know that you turned my brain into mush with this one. Holy crap!

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Omg, thank you SO FUCKING MUCH! *sneaks a kiss like Norman*

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Not My Sam

The best shirtless gifs/pics of Sam are when he is working out and soulless. You’ll never find me using these pics in my stories, though. Why? Because I know he’s soulless in the pics, and that turns me off. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve read a lot of hot Soulless Sam stories (special shout out to @saxxxology for this category), but Soulless Sam just doesn’t do it for me. In fact, he actively turns me off.

There is a reason Dean refers to him as a Replicant and a Terminator…Soulless Sam is a robot, with absolutely no moral compass. Even Demon Dean has a moral compass (albeit a very skewed, fucked up one). Case in point: Demon Dean doesn’t kill the woman he was hired to kill and instead kills her husband, because he made the determination about who really deserved to die or not. In comparison, Soulless Sam shot a poor bartender simply because she was a hostage and was in his way.

Every time I watch the first scene of Sam with his soul back, my heart just constricts in my chest. “Dean.” It’s the first word he says. And in that one little word, you can hear all the love in his voice, all of his devotion to his brother. His last memory is of going in to the Pit, but when he awakens, he doesn’t say his brother’s name as a question. No, it is a statement. Because it doesn’t surprise Sam that he’s back, it doesn’t surprise him his brother has saved him. He’s just grateful and full of love. Dean tries to talk to him but Sam cares nothing for words in that moment, so desperate is he to simply hug his brother. And Sam holds on to Dean so tight that the veins in his forearm stick out. And the smile on his face when he sees Bobby…he doesn’t stop to first ask how Bobby is even alive, because all he wants to do is hold the man who has been more of a Father to him than his own Father. And the pain on his face when he remembers what happened to Bobby…he doesn’t simply say that Lucifer killed him, he mentions how he “felt it” and the guilt from that is so apparent in his tone and facial expression. Part of him, as it always does, takes responsibility for horrible things that aren’t his fault because Sam can’t help but feel it’s his job to protect those he loves. And as soon as Bobby mentions Cas, the look that comes over Sam’s face is so incredible and multi-faceted. Mostly, it is an expression of a man who can’t believe how lucky he is. Sam shows absolutely no concern for how he came back, all he cares about is that the three men who are his family are safe.

This is my Sam: a Sam that cares more about others than himself, a Sam that loves unconditionally, a Sam that needs nothing more than the people he loves in order to make him happy, a Sam that is loyal to a fault. And that’s why I can’t like Soulless Sam. Because every time Soulless Sam is on screen, my Sammy isn’t.

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So I woke up this morning in a pool of my own blood.

Wait, let me back up.

Hi, my name is Cara and I’m a 21 year old woman. Every 28 days, give or take, I have a period. And it fucking sucks. Today, was one of those where I take from the 28 day cycle. I wasn’t due for another period for at least a week, but considering that my period is pretty much permanently irregular, I get to wake up a lot of mornings in a pool of my own blood. Hmm. Lovely.

I then proceed to dump my sheets, my underwear, and my pajamas in my laundry room in a tub filled with cold water, with the hopes that this time I haven’t ruined them permanently.

What next? Well, a shower of course! To wipe off the smell of rotting blood from my body! Squeaky clean and towel fresh I have about a two minute window before the volcano of blood begins to erupt again from my vagina.

What will it be today? A piece of chlorinated toilet paper cardboard with a string that I get to shove up my hole wherein the blood will sit and rot until the next time I can shove another piece of chlorinated cardboard up the same hole? Or, a plastic lined toilet paper diaper attached to my underwear that causes rug burn to my vaginal area when I walk? Well the later requires less coordination, and it is early, so I guess I’ll be sitting in a period diaper today. The best ever.

Of course, I could always just get birth control, and lessen this whole shit. But 1) I can’t afford it 2) I can’t ask my dad to pay for it because, guess what? Just like the men who run my government, my father correlates birth control with sexual promiscuity! Thus, sitting on my rotting blood, undergoing severe cramps that have on more than one occasion caused me to black out, it is! (Not that birth control is such a walk in the park either, our bodies have to learn to deal with the hormones and other chemicals and consequences that birth control entails.)

Then, I get to go to class, where I have to pretend that I am not a leaky faucet of blood and tissue. I get to sit in Calculus, and if heaven forbid, I need an additional pad, I have to be discrete about it, so as not to offend the men’s gentle sensibilities to the fact that I am the one dropping tissues and blood from my body through my vagina.

I once asked a male to take me to the pharmacy so that I could pick up (GASP) pads, or as we like to call it “feminine products” (again, so as not to offend the gentlemen’s overly sensitive natures) and had him equate me talking about my period to him talking about his erections.

ARE

YOU

FUCKING

KIDDING

ME

No.

This is nothing like your fucking erection’s. I don’t derive any enjoyment from this. I can’t mentally control any ounce of this entire process. I can’t masturbate my problem away. My period does not end in orgasm.

It stays. For at least five days in my case. Draining blood out of my body. Causing me severe cramps, making me irritable -not because I’m uncomfortable (which mind you, would be reason enough) - but because my hormones are all over the place, bloating me up to two sizes larger than I normally am, I have to actively fight not to smell like a fish market, and on top of that, you want me to be hush-hush about this? Because it’s icky for you?

And this is not an attack on that one man, this is an attack on ALL MEN who on top of sitting on their throne of gender privilege want me to stay quiet and be content about the fact that five days out of every month I get to undergo this happiest of joys.

And then, these very same men have the audacity to get annoyed because we don’t want to listen to their bullshit complaining about traffic? Or whatever other meaningless story they happen to tell us while our bodies are actively fighting against us? Then we get to be the butt of their tired-ass jokes? Sorry, I am most certainly not sorry.

I repeat NO. I say women come out of the period closet and say, “You know what, this happens to me. Every. Fucking. Month. And it’s terrible. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MORNING.” Because the truth is, if I live in a country where Viagra is covered by medical insurance, but birth control isn’t, I can no longer keep denying that I live in a country that is actively waging a war on women. And if I live in a country that is actively waging war on my sex, the least I am going to do is break patriarchal social propriety to inform anyone and everyone of the shit biological process I was BLESSED enough to be born into.

Hello, my name is Cara, I’m a 21 year old woman, and today I’m on my period. Let me fucking tell you about it.

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First and Last

Characters: Female Reader x Sam, Dean Summary: You can’t believe you admitted your Alpha/Omega kink to the boys. You certainly can’t believe Sam’s reaction to it. Warnings: SMUT, Alpha/Omega dynamics, breeding!kink, squirting, oral sex (female on male), discussion of daddy!kink, discussion of anime porn Word Count: 5,756

Author’s Note: So I’ve always wanted to write an Alpha/Beta/Omega story but am afraid I won’t be able to write a good one. So I guess this is my way of dipping my feet in the water.

Special Shoutout: to @kayteonline for helping me come up with the term “Sam’s Sasquatch Shlong.”

You aren’t drunk. You had learned the hard way not to try to keep up with the Winchester brothers when it came to drinking (especially Dean). The one and only time you had attempted to go drink for drink with them, you had made a total ass of yourself. Once you had drunk to the point that the room started spinning, you had called Dean a pretty-boy womanizer and Sam a puppy dog who always looked like he had forgotten where he buried his bone (whatever that meant). You had then spilled your drink all over the table and decided the best way to clean it up was to take your shirt off and use it as a rag. You had succeeded in only pushing the liquid around the table and becoming shirtless. You then declared that you missed sleeping with stuffed animals and that Sam looked like a giant teddy bear, at which point you climbed in to his lap (still shirtless), put your face on his shoulder and promptly passed out. Sam had carried you to bed then, but only after Dean took a video of you shirtless and snoring in to Sam’s neck.

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Rumor Has It

Title: Rumor Has It (Collab fic by @mrswhozeewhatsis and I)

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader x Misha Collins. Appearances by Jared Padalecki, Clif Kosterman, Mark Sheppard, Ruth Connell, Kim Rhodes, Rob Benedict, Richard Speight Jr., Billy Moran, Stephen Norton, Mike Borja.

Summary: Rumors had been spread through the fandom about Jensen and Misha and their convention activities, and behind the doors of a penthouse suite, you learned the truth.

Warnings: All the smut (oral, brief fingering, hand-jobs, p in the v.), Cockles, swearing (like, you can totally tell where Michelle stopped and I started based on the swearing lol), slight fluff.

Word Count: 10.3k

A/N: For all intents and purposes, Misha/Vicki and Jensen/Danneel have a special arrangement that leaves the reader in the clear. Saint Michelle brought this idea to me a long while ago and wanted to do it but couldn’t get past the rpf factor to write the smut, so here we have a collab in which she wrote the lead up and I wrote the naughty bits. If you don’t condone or read RPF, please ignore this post as it is probably not gonna make you happy in any way. Italics are inner thoughts, the bold section is a recap of the con.

Thanks to those who do read and please, leave me and my gurrl some feedback! :)

It was Sunday night at your first Supernatural convention and you were sitting in your reserved seat in the Gold section, taking a break from all of the excitement and just people watching. Fans were milling about the room, some still in line to get Jared’s and Jensen’s autographs, some waiting to be called by the event staff to the actual lines, and others just sitting around and chatting with friends, not wanting the magical weekend to be over. Your roommates and fellow Supernatural fangirls had run to see if any impromptu photo ops had been released while you chose to have a few moments to yourself and watch everyone’s things, enjoying the quiet moment alone amongst all the residual noise and adrenaline of the fun-filled weekend.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips while you replayed your favorite moments of the convention, your head lifting and the smile dissolving from your face as a stern-looking man in a dark suit approached and stopped by your side.

“Are you Y/N L/N?” he asked, all business and commanding tone.

Your eyes widened in fear as you nodded. “Um, y-yeah. Is something wrong?”

Without answering your question, the man gestured to your belongings. “Please gather your things and come with me.”

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Scent

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Warnings: Smut, A/B/O

Summary: Sam and Dean need your help on a hunt, but both Alphas are oblivious to the fact that you’re and Omega. But there’s only one Winchester in your sights. (hint: not squirrel)

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Your phone vibrated and skittered across the table and dragged your attention from your research. Wrinkling your nose in annoyance, you flipped it over and answered. “Sam, did you know that every time you call I’m right in the middle of something?” Dean chuckled in the distance, and you could practically feel Sam blushing through the phone. “It’s fine, its just funny. What’s up?” You leaned back in your chair and twirled a piece of hair in your fingers as Sam brought you up to date on their latest case.

“So, a werewolf? And you need me because…” Sam sighed, “Obviously some research, because this case is different than other werewolf cases. This werewolf is a female… and you know Dean and I are both Alphas. So, we kinda need you to get scent neutralizers for us…” “because she would smell you from a mile away,” you finished for him. “Pretty much,” he snorted. You contemplated for a moment, before shutting your book and sitting up in your chair. “That’ll work Sam! I’ll catalogue the new stuff while we’re hunting,” before Sam could protest you added, “And I’ll take notes in the field, just in case the behavior is different depending on sex and heat cycle.”

“You think of everything don’t you?”, Sam laughed.

You rifled around in your bathroom, trying to find everything you needed for the trip. Hairbrush, check. Toothbrush and paste, check. Heat suppressants… just in case. It wouldn’t do for the Winchesters to figure out you were an Omega; they’d never let you go on a hunt again. Thankfully, you were nowhere near your heat, and you’d just stocked up on scent neutralizers. So, the werewolf won’t scent the boys… and they won’t scent you.

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