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The Relief Racer (Racer/Mechanic! Dean Winchester x Racer! Fem! OC)
Dean Winchester, the face of Winchester Racing, gets suspended after a brawl with another teams spotter. Bobby has a replacement, but is Dean going to accept it?
You Right (Dean Winchester x Reader x Dr. Spencer Reid)
Acting as two FBI agents is the fastest way to gain trust. Unfortunately, you run into an ex-fling while investigating, and he knows the truth. (18+)
kacey dutton and beau arlen. mmm. yummy. (i don’t have a type i don’t know what you’re talking about that’s absolutely INSANE types are little boxes they try to fix you in and the only box tryna get fitted in is mine with them both and WOW okay we went there)
isn’t that what ao3 is for? like, write a short one shot, write a novel-length book. as long as you’re not monetizing the work through ao3, as long as you’re not violating the site’s terms of service (only fan works — original works count as fan works — are allowed) then do whatever you want.
Just thinking of Soldier Boy spreading you out as he fucks into your cunt from behind, all in front of the camera he had you set up earlier. Vibrator glued to your clit, previous cum stuck to your thighs, dripping onto the mattress beneath you. And that man’s saying the filthiest shit for both you and the camera.
“yeah, you like that, don’t you.”
“pussy needs a hard cock all the time.”
“bet those two f***ots are fuckin’ each others fists watchin.”
Meanwhile, on the receiving end of the video, Steve’s jaw is hanging open, as Bucky contemplates how hard it would be to get ahold of a vibranium chasity belt for when he and Steve are on missions.
SUMMARY : it’s finally valentine’s day and you can’t wait to give dean his gift.
WARNINGS : established relationship. gift giving. love. lust. fluff. smut. strong language. unprotected p in v. breeding kink. daddy kink. cream pie. happy ending. dom!dean. sub/dom!reader.
A/N : happy valentine’s day yall! i spent a lot of time trying not to look at these girls asses just to edit these pics for this oneshot, so yall better freaking enjoy it. sorry it’s a released a day late!
It’s finally Valentine’s Day, and you can’t be more thankful there wasn’t a case to work on. Luck was never really on your side during this particular holiday; whether it was the job or fatigue, it was constantly overlooked. Not this year! This time around, you decide to spice it up.
Although Dean wasn’t one to buy you flowers or take you out to a fancy restaurant, you were okay with that. Would it be nice? Of course! But you didn’t want him to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. Sure, he wasn’t a ‘traditional’ boyfriend, but his life wasn't conventional. Therefore, you don’t expect a gift from him, but the one you’re giving him will be enjoyable for both of you.
You warned Sam about the long night, so where he chose to go (or stay) was his choice. Nothing was going to stop you from finally celebrating the most romantic holiday with your long-time boyfriend. The day began with sleeping in, then he took you out to brunch at a local diner. Afterwards, you came home, and he spent time working on Baby while you prepared. First, it was the bedroom: you lit candles around the room and sprinkled rose petals on and around the bed. Second, was yourself: you put on your delicate undergarments, then covered them with a black robe to match, before beginning your hair.
Once it’s curled and volumized into the perfect blowout, you confidently smile in the mirror, your lip gloss shining back at you. Show time! You slip into your shiny pumps and make your way to the garage, hoping not to bump into his brother. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as soon as you make it to the stairs to the garage, your calves burning as you climb them. In the end, it’ll all be worth it when he sees you.
He hears the click-clack of your heels but doesn’t look up from underneath Baby’s hood until the noise stops. There you are, leaning against a post near the entrance to the bunker. Your robe’s tied at the waist, but the top is open, revealing your black lace push-up bra. His mouth drops as he takes you in, his eyes lingering on your cleavage for a beat too long. Yep, totally worth it.
“Hey there, stud.” You call as he steps out from around the Impala.
His brow raises with intrigue. “What’s this?”
“What, I can’t look good for my man every once in a while?” You ask sarcastically as you wrap your arms around his neck, your lashes batting at him innocently.
“You always look good.”
You smile with flattery, but it turns into a playful grin. “I look even better with my clothes off.”
A whimper pushes against his throat, his brows draw together, and he licks his bottom lip. The image of your naked body causes his mouth to water. He knew it like the back of his hand, and it always made him drool with desire. His hands hover over your silk robe, reminding himself not to touch and ruin it like he was going to ruin your insides. Your dominant hand slides down his chest, over his abdomen, past his belt buckle, before clutching his growing erection.
“Why don’t you clean up? I got a present for you.”
His neck strains as you palm him through his jeans. “O-okay.”
You peck his lips, leaving him wanting more. “I’ll be in our room.”
With that, you sway your hips as you walk away, knowing the hold it has on him. The second you disappear down the stairs and into the bunker, he leaves everything as is, telling himself he’ll worry about Baby later, before rushing toward the sink in the corner of the garage. He scrubs the grease off his skin, but the stains remain. You never minded them; In fact, you thought it was hot.
Dean sprints to your shared bedroom, running faster than he ever has. He throws the door open, and there you are, glowing in the candlelight, propped up by your arm, lying across the bed, pumps discarded, looking sexy as ever. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, and not from his race. The hunter enters the room, closing the door softly behind him, and moving slowly so he doesn’t scare away his prey—as if he could ever scare you away. You’ve seen him at his worst, demon and all, yet you stuck beside him.
“Wow, this is...”
You move to kneel on the rose petal-covered mattress, watching as he takes in the room. “Is it too much?”
His eyes lock with yours before he shakes his head. “No, not at all. I just—I should’ve done this for you, not the other way around.”
“‘S fine. I know you don’t have a romantic bone in your body.” He frowns at your statement as he stops at the foot of the bed. You hook your finger in his belt loop, pulling him closer so you can mumble against his lips, “Lucky for you, the only bone I want is the one poking my belly.”
Your lips smash against his in a feverish kiss, desperate for him. Like magnets, his hands gravitate to your ass, rubbing your covered cheeks like they were crystal balls. One of your hands works on his belt while the other runs through his soft hair. He deepens the kiss with a tilt of his head, his tongue shoving into your hot mouth once he squeezes your behind. You bathe in the moment for a little while longer before pumping the brakes.
“Undress me.”
You don’t have to tell him twice. His hands move swiftly to untie your satin robe, his hooded eyes taking in your lace lingerie. Despite the heated sexual tension hanging in the air, the room still nipped at your exposed skin. Like dagers, your nipples pierce the fabric, and without a second thought, he unclips your bra and hurls it to the floor. Just as he bends down to take a breast into his mouth, you put your hand on his chest to stop him.
“Your present.”
“I thought you were my present.” He says, eyes glued to your boobs as he leans down again, only to be stopped once more.
"Aw, you're cute." You bite your lip from devouring him. “Now, as for your present...it’s for me, but really, it’s for you.”
He straightens as you back away from him, curious. You turn around and sit like he’d instruct you from time to time, straight off a Fifty Shades of Grey page, like a ‘good girl’. His eyes are instantly attracted to the thong you custom-made for him, the bedazzled rhinestone letters that spell out his name, sparkling in the dim lighting. His mouth drops, and a series of emotions rushes through him. Holy fuck!
“Saw these online and had to get them. I am yours after all, Dean Winchester.”
You grow nervous as he stands still, not saying a word. Oh, no, he hates it, you thought to yourself. Trying your best not to show your dismay, you inquire, “Do you like it?”
Still nothing. Well fuck me. You fight the frown that wishes to appear and decide not to dwell on the fact that he might not like the gift you bought for him. Instead, you try to make light of the situation and move past the awkward silence. You turn around, avoiding his stare as you unzip his pants.
“If you don’t, I can just take it off.”
Before you can shove down his jeans, his hoarse voice stops you.
“Sweetheart, it’s the best damn gift I ever got.”
Your eyes snap to his, your heart filling with satisfaction. “Really?”
He nods before hovering over you, forcing you to lie on the bed. Your heart beats against your naked chest, excitement coursing through your veins as he slowly climbs on top of you. His eyes darken as he leans down, focusing on your biteable lips. You want to touch him, but the predator in him keeps you still like a deer in headlights, waiting for him to make the first move before you react. His hand cups your jaw, and his thumb strokes your delicate cheek; his touch is so gentle that you lean into it and close your eyes in bliss.
“I love you, princess.”
Your eyes flutter open, and you see the pure love and adoration held in his eyes. “I love you.”
His nose bumps yours, and you know the moment his mouth crashes onto yours, his gentleness is gone. His clothed chest pushes you into the mattress, and your hands scrabble to lift his shirt. He breaks away, just long enough to shed himself of his clothing. You press your thighs together, your wetness soaking your thong as he kneels above you. His member defies gravity, and your walls clench with desire.
“Turn around.”
Fuck yes.
You flip around, and he delivers a slap to your plump ass, causing a yelp to fall from your lips. He grabs your hips, pulling your body up and positioning your entrance before him. You lean on your elbows, but he shoves your neck down, forcing your face to meet the rose petals that lay scattered on the duvet. Instead of removing your thong like any other time, he pushes the fabric aside and aligns his cock with your awaiting hole. Your heart hammers against your rib cage, ready for your cunt to be abused.
The second he drives forward, your fingers grip the sheets, and your mouth falls open, his dick instantly stroking all the right angles. His pace begins slowly as your gummy walls form around him, and once it's easier to move in and out, his speed picks up. Moans flow as freely as the fountain between your legs as he slams his hips into yours. Your ass bounces against his lap while he pounds your G-spot with every thrust. Despite his eyes usually glued to your backside in this position, his bedazzled name steals his attention. The way you wore his name on such intimate clothing, showing him you were his, turned him on more than it should have.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you look so hot wearing my name this way.” He grunts over the sounds of sex. “I can’t get enough of you.”
You would smile if you could, but your moans don’t let up, and neither does he.
“‘M gonna make you mine forever. Gonna shove a baby in you.” Your eyes widen, and not because he begins hitting your cervix. His words make your walls clench around him, and he grins. “Yeah, princess, you like that? You want Daddy to put a baby in you?”
You whimper in response, too fucked to use your words, yet your pussy flutters.
“Everyone’s gonna know you belong to me once your belly’s swollen with my child.”
His words only get you there faster, your cries reflecting so. He knows you aren’t going to last much longer, and with the underwear you wore just for him, he wasn’t going to either. The mattress creaks with every movement, and the skin-on-skin smacking only grows louder as he thrusts at an alarming rate. You’re sure everything echoes down the hall, and for Sam’s sake, you hope he doesn’t hear. With one final blow, the knot in your abdomen tears, and you burst on his cock. Tears of ecstasy roll down your face as he finishes inside your cunt, planting his seed in deep.
The moment that Dean pulls his deflated member from your body, you fall to your side, trying to catch your breath. He brushes the hair off your face and offers soothing kisses to your temple as you come down from your high. Somehow, he gets you under the covers and wraps you in his loving arms, embracing his soon-to-be baby momma. You lay your head on his smooth chest and rest your hand against his beating heart, feeling full and content. It isn’t the first time he’s filled you to the brim, but it’s the first time it’s promised with a gift 9 months later. Sure, you’ve talked about starting a family together, but there was never a good time to begin. Now, it’s official, and you can’t wait to carry his child. Exhaustion consumes you both, so he presses his chin to your forehead and caresses your arm, luring you into a slumber as serenity covers you like a blanket.
“Thank you for my present, princess.”
“There’s more where that came from.”
His brow raises. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm. I got different colors and different names. I wrestled with which one to put on tonight: Dean or Daddy.”
“God, you make it harder and harder for me to last—I would’ve held on longer tonight, but you looked too damn good wearing my name.”
“You know, your last name would look even better behind mine.”
He chuckles before reaching over to his nightstand and grabbing something from its drawer. The diamond sparkles in the candlelight, and you jump up. Is that—? Is this—? No way he’s proposing!
“If you had waited a few more hours, it would’ve been romantic.”
“Oh, Dean.”
“What’d’ya say? Will you be my wife?”
“Fuck yes, I will.”
He smiles, not only from your answer but from the way you answered. He knew you were his soulmate and still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you. You practically shoved your hand in his face, telling him to put on your ring. Shivers run down your spine as he slides it on your finger, and you feel complete. You stare at the ring before tearing your gaze away to look at your fiancé.
“I’d say this is the best Valentine’s Day we’ve had yet.”
He watches you with amusement as you disregard your drenched thong before climbing on top of him, the sleepiness no longer holding you hostage.
“It’s gonna get a whole lot better.”
Your hand grabs his dick, pumping it until it’s solid. He grabs your hips and helps you ease down onto cock. You whine as he fills your sensitive cunt, inch by glorious inch. His mouth curves upward, proud that he found a girl whose sex drive was higher than his. He bites his lip as you fuck yourself on his meat, determined to squeeze another batch of babies out of him. He isn’t sure he has it in him so close after releasing his last, but he doesn’t mind participating while he recharges.
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