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So let me know if this may be of interest to you but I have a lot of medical bills and expenses these past few weeks that are legit killing me so I was wondering if personalized edits with a fic or making a ship x reader drabbles would be something people would be interested in. I’d set it up somewhere like Venmo or if anyone has a better method we can do that. This is an idea inspired by @wendichester ‘s astrology readings and I’d be happy to do supernatural or any other fandom I have knowledge in. I can try other ones but I don’t want to disappoint if I don’t know all the lore or the character LOL. You can either dm me with the ideas you’d like to see or submit it through asks. Maybe I’ll even make a google survey link, whatever is easiest. I’d charge maybe between $3-5 depending on how complicated or long it turns out. Hope this isn’t stupid as we all are struggling rn I’m sure ❤️ lots of love y’all just thought this was a cute idea!!
Hey I’m so so so sorry everyone, work has been absolutely insane and my burnout is astronomical. Every time I go to write after a shift my brain is mush and I’m too exhausted to think up anything good but I will try and get some fics out within the next 2 weeks. I’m thinking of writing several and sort of making a back log of writing that I can post in small batches. I promise I have plenty of ideas and I saw everyone’s requests in my inbox and I’m excited to tackle those for you 🖤
As always send requests whenever my inbox is open!!
summary: you’ve been having a hard time for a few days. when you finally go to the ER as a last ditch effort, the doctor decides to give you a very thorough exam.
|| light smut mdni 18+, plot? what plot????, medical malpractice, overstimulation, unrealistic medical issues, arousal disorder, fingering, f!receiving oral, praise kink, he talks you through it, I think I’m legally required to call this dub con but reader fully and enthusiastically enjoys it ||
a/n: @pearlessance..................may or may not have had something to do with these pervish thoughts of mineeeeee........... rememebr when I said id keep it to 1k?
wc: 3k
You'd been going—quite literally— insane.
You couldn't even sit, couldn't relax, couldn't even eat a meal without your body sending an immediate lick of pleasure through your spine. Sure, at first, it was kind of funny. Just some oversensitivity issue you'd been having, making it very easy to lull yourself to sleep with your nightly routine of you and your trusty vibrator in your bedside table. A little embarrassing, maybe, but manageable.
At first.
But just the other day you'd woken up and— to your pleasure and ultimate discomfort—felt the need to orgasm before even getting out of bed. Before checking your phone. Before brushing your teeth. Before even pushing the blankets off your body. You thought you'd maybe just been ovulating early; your cycle was always a little out of whack anyway.
But as you'd sat up, it was as if you'd pressed just the right pressure to your already soaked center atop your twisted sheets, and your back arched sharply as you let out a hoarse moan. You were ten minutes late to work just to try to get it out of your system, but nothing worked.
It shook you. Confused you. Now it just downright annoyed you.
You weren't able to even work comfortably, couldn't eat, couldn't do anything without getting flushed and fidgety.
One day after work, you'd given in on the car ride home, one hand white knuckled on the steering wheel while you let yourself rock against the rough drag of the driver's seat, cunt sopping and needy from the day of twitching in your desk chair. You twisted in your seat so the seams of your panties tightened just right, arching your breasts so the seatbelt pulled across your chest. You welcomed the snug feeling of it, picturing some hot actor with his hands around you and not some polyester as you closed your eyes at a red light. It only took thirty seconds for you to climax, your mouth handing open and eyes rolling back in relief while your foot pushed harder into the brake. Your eyes flashed open when the car behind you honked because the light turned green.
But now it'd been five days, and something was very, very off.
"I just want to clarify, miss…" Dr Abbot—who happened to be cut from fucking Mount Olympus or something— was saying as he looked at the screen. "you're having… too many orgasms?"
You shook your head, your skin on fire as your stomach twisted. God, this was humiliating. And did they have to send you such a good looking male doctor? What was the matter with this ER, and why was everyone so attractive? Even the nurse who brought you back had perfectly coiled hair and plush lips with his scrubs stretched nicely over her shoulders when he'd led you to your private room. Maybe it was a symptom of your oversensitive folds making you think like this, turning every person in hospital cotton into some sort of eye candy.
You swallowed thickly, taking him in despite yourself. Dark graying curls, a couple days' worth of stubble, beautiful hazel eyes that kept flicking from your face to the chart. When he'd introduced himself, your pussy clenched with excitement before you were able to contain yourself. And he'd been so nice, he didn't deserve you all horned up for him like this for what you'd seen as a true medical emergency. Why couldn't they just send some old hag of a woman instead? Someone with cold hands and orthopedic shoes and zero chance of making your clit throb harder between your legs.
"It's just—um, I'm so…sensitive? Like, I can't even sit and relax. It's like, any movement or pressure just makes me—"
And as if on cue, you squirmed in your seat, more from the humiliation of having to explain your situation than anything else, and the paper beneath you crinkled beneath your weight. A little whimper slipped out before you could stop it when it pushed just right into your wet center, your hands flying to the hospital bed beneath you. You squeezed your eyes shut, horror flooding your blood.
When you opened them again, you saw a flush creeping up the doctor's next.
"Well," he said after a second, clearing his throat as his eyes dropped back to your chart with painful determination before dragging the stool over to sit in. "Okay. Do you mind if I take a look?"
You nodded feebly, sitting back. The hospital gown felt like sandpaper, rubbing far too perfectly along your already pebbled nipples. You bit your lip to hold back another humiliating moan as you moved.
"If you don't mind putting your feet in the rests," he said, his voice suddenly so soft and gravelly, one latex-gloved hand coming to your heel to guide your left leg. When you felt his touch, you twitched in anticipation. "There you go," he finished, not noticing, or maybe giving you some grace.
You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look as he lifted your hospital gown a little, careful to keep the blanket over your knees for privacy.
"Need you to scoot a little closer," he murmured, "til your butt hits the edge, c'mon, little more— there. Good job."
Yeah, no. This was not fucking helping. Your pussy pulsed, another wave of arousal gushing at the sweet way he was talking you through the exam.
"I'm just going to take a look. One finger is all, okay? If you feel any pain, you tell me right away." But when he didn't hear anything from you, he added, "Hey—"
You opened your eyes, looking down to find his on you, his pupils a little blown out, his tongue dipping to wet his bottom lip. But there was still a very gentle look on his face, his head tilted slightly as he watched you. "Are you listening?"
You sheepishly smiled, letting out a long exhale, "Yes, I'm sorry—just nervous. I'm…sorry if I'm like… y'know…" you bit your lip, "already… wet."
He made a frown, shrugging a little, then smiled at you, "It's just body parts, sweetheart, it's all okay."
"And I didn't shave—"
"Never bothered me before—"
He seemed to catch himself, biting his lip with a bit of a knowing grin, sheepishly looking away too. "Like I said, just tell me if you feel pain, okay?"
You nodded, your hands squirming in the sheets beside you.
"Here we go, just one finger now. Easy does it," he said soothingly.
The pressure of one thick finger slid into your pussy, pushing in easily with how slick you’d become.
You sucked in a tiny breath, trying to hold back the sound crawling up your throat. Your eyes betrayed you anyway, rolling back into your skull while your teeth caught your bottom lip so hard you nearly tasted iron.
"How's that feel, hm?" he asked from between your legs.
"G-good." you cleared your throat, squirming a little, "fine, I mean."
He hummed pleasantly, and then twisted his thick finger, curled it up and to the side, pulled it out a little until only the pad of his finger was inside you, then slid it again, staying to one side then another. He was so slow, so practiced and methodical as he worked.
When he pushed all the way to the knuckle and crooked his finger up, you couldn't hold back the throaty moan that punched from your chest.
"Fuck—I'm so sorry—oh, I'm so sorry—it's just—"
"It's alright, let it out," he said, his voice thick and restrained. "Little more pressure now, sweetheart—"
You felt him push two fingers inside of you, and that was enough for you to break completely. You had half a thought to be grateful that the nurse had put you into a closed room, because now you were moaning in earnest, your hips lifting off the bed before you could stop them. God, did this doctor have the thickest fingers in the entire emergency department or something?
And was that a moan you'd just heard from him?
It was hard to tell when you were mewling like a god damn cat.
"I want to see how your body reacts to certain pressure," he explained, a flash of his eyes peering over the hospital blanket. "It's okay if you experience an orgasm, sweetheart. You really are so sensitive, huh?"
There was a quirk to his lips that you only caught because one side of his eyes creased into the lines of his face, a gleam in his deep hazel gaze.
Your mouth opened, a yelping cry seizing from you as your head tipped back and your spine arched, toes curling as you came around his fingers.
But as always, it was never enough. Just as it came down, cresting and breaking through you, it was already rolling back in again, a hard pull under your skin like a harsh midnight ocean, your hips pushing up toward his hand in search of more.
"That's it, that's it, let me see it again," he murmured.
"Oh, I'm so sorry—I'm already gonna—" you whimpered, eyes rolling back, hips jerking a little. Another orgasm came yanking through you without any reprieve, and you sobbed out another moan, your hands twisting in the sheets, your skin hot and sweating under the hospital gown.
"I want to try one more thing, sweetheart, let me see if you can give me one more, that okay? One more, baby, do it for your doctor now—"
You nodded again, helplessly this time.
This had to be fucking illegal. A medical doctor in the emergency department with his fingers inside of you, making you come over and over again. But you didn't give two shits. It felt so fucking good. Your body was screaming for it, needing it, and your hips jerked suddenly harder than ever when you felt the press of his thumb on your swollen clit.
But when they jerked up, you felt the top of your mound hit something.
And both of you froze.
Because yes, you were in a post-orgasm haze, but that felt a lot like his mouth.
"Dr. Abbot?" you murmured, breath catching hard in your chest. "I'm so, so fucking sorry—I didn't mean—"
You could barely hold yourself together, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. God, you were so embarrassed, so pent up, there was nothing you could fucking do. You wanted to scream and run away from this room, to hide from the world with your vibrator and your dildo and just ride out whatever fucked up cycle your body was torturing you with.
"It's okay." he said.
But it was so quiet—just a whisper. He didn't peer over your hospital blanket again, or tease or give you any sign of the professional doctor he was—no gentle little smile, no careful explanation. Instead, he breathed in deeply. And when he exhaled, you felt his breath fan over your sopping entrance, over the mess you'd made of yourself, cool air moving across your inner thighs and down toward the top of the bed.
You whimpered, fingers twisting harder in the sheets as you waited.
"Do you mind…" he asked, and his voice had turned even rougher now, low in his throat, "if I test out one more thing?"
You shakily nodded, "S-sure."
Gradually, as if the world was moving in slow motion, you saw the tips of his hair disappear beneath the blanket. His breath getting closer, hotter, heavier. You felt the brush of his stubble along the crease of your thigh and you bit down on your lip so hard a sound broke through your nose instead.
Oh, fuck.
And then you felt the hot press of lips on your clit.
Your mouth parted again, a breath of relief falling from it before you could stop yourself, your knees falling opening wider, wider, your body melting down into the bed like it had been waiting for that exact touch all day. The blanket shifted over your knees, the paper beneath you crinkled.
"Oh fuck, Dr. Abbot—" you moaned.
He hummed in contented pleasure, and the vibration went straight through your clit, hot and bright with how good it felt. His tongue licked over you, slower the second time, tasting you with a patience that made your stomach flip and tighten at once. Then he suckled gently, and your hips kicked before his hand came around to push you back down. His deft fingers continued pumping in and out of you, faster, harder, curling in that same velvety spot inside of you that had you shaking beneath his touch. There was only his mouth, his fingers, and the wet, obscene squelch of your pussy being devoured.
You were a writhing, mewling mess on the bed. You humped his face without shame, using the stirrups under your feet as leverage, your hips grinding up against his mouth while your hand flew in his hair, the curls soft to the touch. The hand that held you down came up to swipe the hospital gown and blanket down from you, baring you to the room, to him, so you could see him eating at you.
And what a sight it was to behold.
This stunning doctor with his tired eyes and messy gray curls was eating you out like the world might end tomorrow. Like you might be his last meal on this god-forsaken earth. Slurping, moaning, licking to his heart’s content, his brows drawn together with a concentration so vulgar it made your stomach clench. You could do nothing but moan and watch, your hand fisted in his hair, dragging your slick cunt against his mouth again and again and again while his fingers kept working inside you.
"Ride my face, that's it, baby," he moaned.
It wasn't long until you were coming again. Bright sparks burst behind your eyes, this time stronger and headier, your body going to absolute mush as he kept kissing your pussy through it, licking, feeling every pulse of it against his tongue.
You twitched in his hold, whining as he just kept fucking going, his mouth wet and relentless, his voice muffled against you when he groaned, "One more. One more, can you give me one more, baby?"
"Noooo, no more—please, Dr Abbot—"
"Yes, let me see, want another, you make the prettiest noises—"
Your body arched lazily off the bed, another rolling orgasm taking you before you could brace for it. His face was drenched, your arousal dripping around his fingers, the slick sounds loud in the closed room. They should've embarrassed you—so wet and desperate and humiliating enough to make your eyes sting if your brain hadn't finally, completely turned off.
By the fifth orgasm, your body had gone limp on the bed, every muscle emptied out, your hand loose in his hair instead of pulling now. He kept kissing you through the last little aftershocks, softer than before, until your hips started shaking and twitching and your fingers pushed weakly at his forehead.
He stopped, gently dragging his gloved hand from your walls. You clenched around the abandonment of his touch, as he stood from his stool. Standing, he wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand, stripping it off and throwing it in the trash.
He went to your chart, and you watched him sleepily through hooded eyes as he clicked through a few screens, his mouth pressing into a thoughtful line.
"Well?" you murmured.
His eyes glanced over to you. When you met his gaze, you couldn't help but let yours drop to where his cargos were much to tight, and a thick, eager bulge tented his pants.
"I'd like to keep you here for a couple hours of observation, if you're open to it. Nothing scary," he added, softer now. "I just want to monitor your heart rate, make sure your blood pressure stays stable, and get some IV fluids going. Your body’s been under a fair amount of strain."
"I…I'm just dehydrated?" you asked quizzically.
He smiled a little, walking back over to the side of the bed. "Not entirely sure yet. Which is why I need you to stay."
You nodded. "Okay."
"Good." His hands were careful as he helped your feet out of the stirrups one at a time, easing your legs down instead of letting them drop. Then he laid the blanket back over you, making sure your shoulders were tucked underneath. "Rest for now. I’m going to order the fluids, basic labs, and I’ll have your nurse come in to get you set up."
He began to turn, but you called out. "Hey—what about you? I can help—"
He looked down at you again, and there it was, that little grin, tired and pleased and trying very hard to behave. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, adjusting himself with a small shift of his hips.
"Don't worry about me," he said. "I'm your doctor. I'm supposed to take care of you."
"But I want—"
"I know," he said, gently enough that your mouth shut around the rest of what you wanted to say. "But right now, you need fluids, rest, and a few minutes where no one is bothering you."
Your face warmed.
"We can discuss another round of testing and some aftercare instructions when I come back, okay?" he added with a wink.
You smiled sleepily. "Yes, doctor. That sounds nice."
"Good girl." He reached for the railing, pulling it up with a soft click. "Stay put. I'll be back."
I am still working on current requests but I beg people to send their horny thoughts (or sweet thoughts) but a girl is ovulating and needs some inspo LOL
Tags are just some examples of fandoms/shows to write for but please feel free to send ones not on there if you want!
hey I wanted to ask if you have any destiel fics where cas is genuinely terrifying or any cas fix that causes uncanny valley vibes??
I personally did not even know what that term was tbh (I looked it up and am more confused actually oops) So I apologize but I don't feel comfortable writing about this particular film/media trope/theory thing? as I don't want to write something I have no knowledge of really. But if that is something that interests you I encourage you to maybe try writing it for yourself even if you don't plan on posting! Hope you can understand where I am coming from, and please don't hesitate to shoot other ideas my way :)
This Dean GIF is my mood because I am so beyond over it and have had many crash outs between work full time and college LOL
With that said, It is finals week at my university and I graduate the following week so please bear with me for I have not forgotten about the fics to write and I love all your little requests! Cannot wait until I can start working on them again after all that. Thank you so much for the love on what I have written and supporting my silly little ideas!
Hello, that anon (the one who asked for the breeding cause I'm a whore) back again cause I'm ovulating rn... how do you think they'd feel if you did end up pregnant? Would that turn them on even more? idk you don't have to answer this but I thought I'd just ask
Girl I got you, me too literally!! I have some thoughts on this for sure (note: the reader has been off birth control in this case) <3 Also this one is Part 1 of 4 because it got a bit too long so each of the boys will get their own little separate drabbles. Also this GIF is so so cute so please pretend that instead of Charlie this is the reader.
DEAN WINCHESTER
You're on a hunt with the Winchester boys and Castiel, and you are eating a quick lunch you picked up a town over until a wave of nausea hits you like a truck. Dean briefly turns over at you and innocently squeezes your thigh with his ringed hand for comfort.
"You doing okay, sweetheart?" He asks worried.
"Dean you need to pull over right now...I-I think I am going to be sick" You say this while holding back vomit not wanting to make a mess in Dean's precious car. He chaotically but very carefully veers onto the shoulder of the road and you get out in just enough time and Dean holds your hair back as you throw up onto the pavement.
"Oh, honey..." he says rubbing your back and carefully kissing the top of your head.
Sam and Cas look rather worried and also step out of the car to check on you. Thoughts swirl in Sam's head that you might be pregnant and he hands you a water bottle. He is so neurotic that he has your cycle schedule so him and the boys can help you (as a PCOS girlie this head canon is so cute to me) and he knows you are late by a little less than a week. With how stressed you've been with constant hunts you quite honestly didn't notice that fact.
"So Dean...you may have another baby to account for..." Sam jokes and then proceeds more seriously, "Their period is late. Let's go stop at a drug store and get a pregnancy test."
You immediately run into the drug store bathroom with Dean. Luckily its a single stall because Dean insisted he be right there with you. You piss on the stick and wait the excruciatingly long 2 minutes before you see that yes, you and Dean are in fact having a baby. Dean hugs you and tries to mask how hard it makes him that he finally successfully bred you.
"Oh hello there...you are so hot baby." You say that as you sink to your knees as a thank you for breeding you.
"Honey, you don't have to do this, I don't want you to get sick again....my cock might trigger that" You proceed to unbuckle Dean's belt as a silent reassurance that you completely are fine and want to. You shove his boxers down enough to free his leaking cock. You take him in your mouth and somehow push all his inches into your mouth no problem.
"You know I love to take my time with you but we better be quick before Sam and Cas think we are up to no good...which we are but they don't need to know that."
Dean cums down your throat and you swallow his load and smile up at him with your pretty doe eyes. Once you stand up and get your bearings he kisses you hard and licks up the little bit of his cum that dribbled out of your mouth.
Cas and Sam bought you a little plushie while they waited for you to come out from the bathroom and wonder what the hell is taking you so long. They have ears so they unfortunately know how badly Dean wanted to knock you up and they hope the loud sex will be way less frequent now that you are finally pregnant (we all know that is not true Dean is even more horny now which says a lot considering its Dean we are talking about).
"So I am in fact pregnant, can't wait for them to meet their uncles!" you share with Sam and Cas and they give you a big hug.
Dean being Dean completely forgot to buckle his belt again and Sam clocks it as Dean scrambles to try and put it back on properly.
"Oh god, y/n you are better than this." Sam teases, "Dean is a horndog so I blame him."
You all laugh and get back on the road. As they say family doesn't end with blood.
I’m begging y’all to send me requests to do little spicy drabbles/headcanons or ficlets if you will for the dean, sam, or cas. Honestly send me any character I write for but heavy on the SPN boys or soldier boy ❤️🔥
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND MORE HORNY THOUGHTS Y’ALL I WANNA WRITE MORE TODAY ❤️🔥 I also have some WIPs of the asks from yesterday but the more the merrier
Too nervous to ask this without doing this anonymously, but (forgive me if you have already done this) the SPN boys on having a breeding kink? (and soldier boy if thats okay)
Babe you’re all good promise this is a safe space (i also am an anon person for asks trust me) <3 Oh boy this is a good one always, super hot stuff and I am happy to write a little about this. In this case we can pretend Castiel can actually get a reader pregnant (as we know SPN angel lore says they don't procreate like that or at all i don't think)
DEAN WINCHESTER
-Earlier seasons Dean was 100% aroused by the idea of giving his girl a cream pie, but would be absolutely terrified of the responsibility if you did get pregnant
-However, you both have such a strong mutual trust for each another and you are on birth control so Dean practically melts every time you beg him to go in raw and cum inside "your pretty little pussy" and you feel his cock twitch before empties his load deep inside of you
-In general with Dean it is pretty normal for him to bruise your cervix with how eager he is to cum inside you
-If we are talking the later seasons, he genuinely does want to settle down and can be very intimate and sweet about it or most often times he is absolutely feral in wanting to breed his partner
-This makes me think of the Amazonian woman episode where everyone debated if he wore a condom or not most likely yes but the warriors are extremely fertile according to the lore so it clearly did not do the trick
-So to me it's lowkey canon that Dean wants to breed you so bad it hurts (both his cock and his heart)
-Also in a more wholesome way when you see him with kids it makes your heart melt at how sweet your rugged man can be
-He also is smitten with you when you take care of your little cousins when they visit or in the interactions you have with the kids you save on a hunt
-After those particular hunts, Cas and Sam have to prepare themselves for the absolute dirty, freaky shit coming from your shared room by putting on noise-cancelling headphones, going to the bunker's basement, or completely leaving altogether
-To callback to my previous fic, one time the pair of you couldn't even wait and just fucked right on the library table in the bunker where you were caught red white handed after Dean spilled his load inside you dick still in your warm heat
-One day when you are all in the kitchen "what are these hearts on certain days on the calendar?" Cas would inquire and Sam would shake his head
-your face goes a bright crimson and Dean wears a shit-eating smirk on his face
-"oh you sweet, innocent angel. did you not hear her screaming for me to fill her up last night?" you choke on your coffee but also find his raunchiness incredibly hot
-"yeah okay that's our cue to leave" Sam says
-On peak ovulation days Dean insists that you have marathon sex
-the longest the two of you lasted was 3 hours
-Dean loves massaging his cum back into your pussy when you're in your fucked out glory and are completely overstimulated but he wants to make damn sure it took and you are totally into it
SAM WINCHESTER
-sammy wants to fill you up so so badly right from the get go basically
-clinically speaking it is genetically & biologically ingrained to want to breed or be bred during sex (he totally would say "so get this" about this fact to reassure you that you are not a complete freak for wanting him to get this intimate with you)
-Stanford era/Season 1 Sam would be very shy and bashful about how dirty and fucked up it would be to cum inside his pretty girl but he needs it like he needs air to breathe
-One night Sam was fucking you incredibly deep, your legs hanging over his shoulders, and you requested with puppy dog eyes for him to slip the condom off and go in raw (in hearing that he almost blew his load immediately but thankfully did not)
-"are you sure baby?"
-"yes sammy, i wanna feel all of you" (you assured him you were on bc and would still be careful)
-and the rest was history
-sam is a slut let's face it (but only with you of course) he will empty his cock inside of you any chance he gets
-when he was soulless you were constantly stuffed full of him, one time he even made you go on a hunt after you had fucked with cum seeping from your abused cunt and into your panties/jeans
-Later seasons Sam would often read lore books in the bunker library with you happily seated on his cock after he cums to really make sure you are bred
-However, Dean waltzes in with Cas and they totally make eye contact with you when you're stuffed full
-Dean winks at you and gives you a thumbs up in typical Dean fashion
-And Cas of course is none the wiser and just thinks you're sitting on Sam's lap to research together
CASTIEL
-Cas has you seated all pretty on his angelic cock (see what I did there hehe) moving your hips in a languid motion causing the angel to whimper
-"please cum inside me angel, let's make a little miracle"
-in my mind Castiel would be extremely fertile its something that cums comes with being an angel
-"you'd like that wouldn't you?" he punctuate the last word with a hard thrust into your tight cunt
-even though Cas hasn't had many sexual encounters he knows exactly what makes you clench around his thick cock and have you beg him to breed you
-"Mr. I Had My Angel Blade" has only fucked raw cause Dean did not want to elaborate on what protection he actually meant
-Castiel cums an exuberant amount making his girl feel so full every single time
-he even fucked you in the impala in the bunker's garage to ensure the winchesters would not catch you in the act
-little did you both know that you accidentally left your bra in the car giving up your horny little secret
-"why is y/n's bra in my baby?" Dean questions, eyebrows raised "oh please don't tell me you fucked her in the backseat, angel"
-you giggle with cum still dripping into your black lacy thong and say "it was actually the front seat"
-Cas grabs your ass accidentally flashing your dripping cunt to Dean under your short little sundress and he clears his throat and feels his jeans tighten
SOLDIER BOY/BEN
(so the g*n represents his cock about the breed the shit out of you hehe)
-ben being a supe = super fucking cum just waiting to fill up your "pretty whore cunt"
-soldier boy has never worn a condom a single time with you or in his entire life i'm sure
-one time you begged soldier boy so much to be bred that he wouldn't stop fucking you even after he already creamed your pussy all of 5 times his stamina is off the charts
-in an interview with you both, no one was the wiser that you were leaking ben's cum out of your spent hole and he has your panties hanging out of the back pocket of his suit
-one day you come home to Vought tower and into soldier boy's penthouse and surprise him with a sexy little tattoo above your pubic bone that reads "ben cums here" in a cute cursive font and red ink and his shield as the arrow pointing down to your cunt
-he railed you so hard that you saw stars after that
-he somehow convinced you to film a porno about him breeding you to post on a supe version of onlyfans
-ironically enough, that fuck session is the one that took and you are going to be finally carrying soldier boy's baby and that he owns you
(rose makes feminism go back 10 years with this one LMAO)
I’m begging y’all to send me requests to do little spicy drabbles/headcanons or ficlets if you will for the dean, sam, or cas. Honestly send me any character I write for but heavy on the SPN boys or soldier boy ❤️🔥
Author's Note: Trust me I am still working on the Castiel piece I mentioned but I wanted to do a cute little drabble, or ficlet if you will, as a warm up since I haven't written on this blog in so long. I am also in my final semester of college so that of course is my main priority currently so please bear with me. Hope you enjoy and I am also going to do this prompt/concept for Sammy and Cas as well if that is of interest to y'all!
Warnings: Brief mentions of smut (unprotected PIV), descriptions of cum and female anatomy, reader can get pregnant, Dean being a stupid cute partner, pregnancy sickness mention (me with my emetophobia is quaking), Sam & Cas being adorable/supportive besties to the reader
Both of you were getting older and decided it was finally time to have kids. You’ve seen the way Dean was with Claire and some of the other kiddos he’s helped in the past and you wanted to melt every time you saw those adorable (and sometimes very funny) interactions. Of course with Dean being Dean, he wanted to breed you so bad he claimed that it actually hurts. He came with you to the obgyn appointment and made you choke on your sip of water and flush a bright shade of red when he said to the doctor “Wait you are prescribing that we should have tons of sex? Hell yeah!”. Once you return home to the bunker Sam didn’t even question it when Dean dragged you almost immediately to his bedroom. Sam even preemptively puts on his noise cancelling headphones and shakes his head. This is going to be tons of fun, you both thought.
A few days later when you have the bunker completely to yourselves (or so you thought) you decide to be a little more risky and do it on the table in the library. Dean recalled one of the positions he saw online to help get you pregnant, the mating press, he had your legs over his shoulders and the strokes hit so deep and perfectly that you saw stars. Castiel having ever the impeccable awful timing, he appears right as Dean spills his load inside you. Your cheeks go crimson and you honestly feel bad for Cas too.
“I can um…come back later. Looks like you’ve already done so yourself.” Cas says sheepishly with an awkward wink.
“Fucking hell, Cas, ew” Dean complains, “You can’t just pop in here unannounced. We’re a little bit busy here, thank you very much.”
“I hope you enjoyed fornicating, okay bye!” Cas quickly shuffles out of the room.
Dean kisses your forehead and cleans you up by pushing his fingers back into your pretty and spent cunt to make sure it takes. He pulls your panties back on and offers you his shirt while he pulls on his boxers. And of course, with the shit luck you two seem to have today Sam walks in this time.
“Dean, what do you think you're doing?” Sam questions (yes in that tone).
“Sweet, sweet baby-making, Sam.” Dean overshares, “You should try it some time.” Sam coughs and exits the room awkwardly like Cas did a few minutes prior.
A FEW WEEKS LATER
You, Cas, Sam, and Dean are out on a case and are taking a break for a quick lunch at a local diner in New Orleans. You get about half way through eating your burger until you are booking it to the bathroom to go throw it all back up. You usually love burgers so you were a bit disoriented and definitely don’t want to even smell another one until way later after this experience. Dean is waiting patiently outside the bathroom door with a worried puppy-dog look on his face.
“Sweetheart, are you feeling better now?” Dean asks, “Lemme go grab one of those pregnancy tests out of the car to see.”
Sam and Cas are finishing up their food and are also very worried about you and whispering amongst themselves about it. You head back into the bathroom to take the test. Of course you’d be on a case when you would find out you’re pregnant and in a dingy little diner on top of it all. You smile at Dean as you exit the restroom and go sit back at the table with the boys. Dean carefully rests his ringed hand on your belly. Cas clocks the motion right away, smiles bright, and looks over to Sam.
“So, we’ve got ourselves a little hunter on the way,” Dean shares, his eyes welling up, the sunlight from the diner windows making them an even brighter shade of green.
“Does that mean you two won’t be doing the deed in the public spaces of the bunker anymore?” Sam asks with a chuckle, “No, but in all seriousness, I love you guys, and of course I couldn’t be happier.”
Guess Who's Back from the Dead? Hey, it's me Rose. 🥀
Life has been insane and shitty lately, and I am sure I am not alone on that one too. So I figure I may as well start dabbling in writing again. I am currently on a huge Supernatural nostalgia tour so please please please send me any and all requests for fics or little blurbs or head canons you would be interested in reading. Here are some characters that I am big time hyper-fixating on currently (but please feel free to ask about other characters, the worst I can say is no):
*Dean Winchester
*Sam Winchester
*Castiel
*Rowena
*Robert [Bob] Reynolds/Sentry/Void
*Yelena Belova
*David Tennant Characters [Mostly Crowley or the 10th Doctor]
*Lucy MacLean [Fallout]
*Steve Harrington
*Robin Buckley
*Soldier Boy/Ben [The Boys]
I am currently whipping up a Castiel fic full of spiciness because I swear our boy is so underrated on Tumblr that literally no one writes for him. Send plenty of requests PLEASE cause I need ideas y'all my brain is mush and I need a little ounce of an escape through writing again I fear.
Warnings: pegging, spit kink, graphic descriptions of cum, threesomes mentioned, pegging, bondage, the Doctor's massive cock (needs a warning in and of itself)
a = aftercare (what he’s like after sex)
The absolute sweetest boy, he will clean you up, shower you off (might go for round 2 if you're up for it), cuddle with you, and do whatever you want. He gets hungry after sex so he will make you both a little snack.
b = body part (his favorite body part of his and yours)
The Doctor personally favors his hands because he knows how to use them (like fuck have you seen David’s hands, they do those close ups of them for a reason). Whether he’s touching your ass or your pussy, he knows how to get you riled up and ready to take him.
On a cheesy note he adores the cute faces you make when he’s fucking you and just in general. Sexually speaking, he loves your ass. When you're off on another planet he is shameless and grabs it when no one is looking (some planets physical affection in public is totally normal so if someone did catch him no one would bat an eyelash).
c = cum (anything to do with cum)
He cums a lot and can do so several times in a session. Perks of being a time lord. His favorite place to cum is on your body in some way. If he’s taking you from behind he will paint your ass white with his cum. He cums inside you once you feel comfortable with that.
d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)
The Doctor really enjoys being tied up sometimes and edged and vice versa. He would use his different ties and it is super hot.
e = experienced (how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?)
Being over 900 years old he has had his fair share of sexual partners.
f = favorite position (goes without saying)
The Doctor really likes the legs on shoulders position because he can penetrate you deeper and because he likes to look at you during sex. Normal missionary is too boring for you both.
g = goofy (is he more serious in the moment? humorous? etc.)
This is the 10th Doctor we are talking about, so he can be goofy at times during sexy time. Sex isn’t always pretty like it is in the movies, silly things can happen. Sometimes when he is stressed he gets more serious and the sex is always ungodly hot regardless.
h = hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He keeps things clean and trims when needed.
i = intimacy (how is he during the moment? is he romantic?)
He is adorably loving and sweet, always checking how you are and he is a consent king.
j = jerk off (masturbation headcanon)
Because he is always with you, he really doesn’t need to masturbate. Though there are times when he thinks he’s being sneaky and he masturbates in your shared bedroom in the Tardis and you walk in on him, he is adorable and turns bright red but you of course urge him to keep going. Mutual masturbation is also something you both partake in, usually as a form of foreplay but he does prefer to touch you himself.
k = kink (one or more of his kinks)
Praise kink 100%, you praise him, he praises you and it is so sweet
Sir kink, it makes him so fucking hard when you call him that
Edging, delayed gratification for both parties makes the orgasm so much better
Bondage, nothing too kinky but he loves restraining you with his ties or blindfolding you with one to heighten your senses
Spit kink, spitting in your mouth or you in his to taste each other’s juices/cum
Not sure if this is considered a kink but he is into him being fully clothed while fucking you and you being completely naked.
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
Usually in the Tardis of course (not when it's moving though that would be terrifying and no one would be handling the controls), specifically in the bedroom. He likes you both to be comfortable and the bed is typically the best place to do that. Sometimes in the bath or shower when the timing is right.
m = motivation (what turns him on?)
When you wear more revealing clothing or when you wear one of his iconic suits
Simple but effective when you bend over in front of him
When you tug on his hair during a kiss
When you’re confident, it makes him both happy and horny
n = no (something he wouldn’t do)
Nothing that would severely hurt or injure you, spanking and choking is hot but nothing too aggressive.
Nothing to do with bodily fluids (blood, urine, shit, etc.)
No dubious consent he is too sweet for that and it feels icky for him
No weapon play
o = oral (preference on giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He loves, loves, loves eating you out and he knows you feel so good because you pull on his hair a bit. On the other hand, he loses his mind when you suck him off because the noises you make and the sex in your eyes drives him wild and makes him absolutely feral. When you gag on it, it strokes his ego (clearly not the only thing being stroked ;) ).
p = pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
The Doctor can be either depending on his mood. Regardless of pace he constantly checks with you because he wants to make you happy, safe, and comfortable.
q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Usually, the Doctor likes to take his time with you when you have sex. He certainly finds quickies fun and thrilling but he loves to have longer intimate time spent with you. One time you had a quickie it was rough and dirty (which is usually how they go). Jack almost caught the two of you in the act, but he didn’t see anything but he knew because you both had sex hair and you still had his tie around your neck.
r = risk (is he okay with experimenting? does he take risks?)
The Doctor would take risks to an extent, but nothing too crazy. Public sex is not something he would be into because he loves you too much to risk that. However, he doesn’t mind going for a quickie in a bathroom or closet, maybe even in the parked Tardis with the door open if you’re both feeling a bit on the frisky side.
s = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)
He can go about 5-6 rounds and he usually can last anywhere from 10 minutes (for quickies) or 45 minutes (when he wants to take his time with you, he wants to make you cum as many times as possible).
t = toys (does he own toys? how much does he use them? on you or him?)
I feel like there would be a lot of like intergalactic sex toys you find along the way on your travels with the Doctor. I can’t be the only person who thinks how sonic screwdrivers look a whole lot like vibrators.
On him, he would probably try pegging at least once, but I have a feeling he would really, truly enjoy it.
u = unfair (how much does he like to tease?)
As stated above, edging is huge for the Doctor both when giving and receiving. You tease each other an equal amount and are both switches. Sometimes he will whisper dirty things in your ear when you are out and about and gives you subtle touches but says you have to wait. You tease him too by sucking on a lollipop or popsicle or walking around the Tardis in one of his shirts and nothing else.
v = volume (how loud is he? what kind of noises does he make, etc.)
The Doctor is not afraid to grunt, moan, and be vocal about how good you feel. He also loves to praise the hell out of you and say things like “good girl” but also “my little slut” when he is being mean in bed or is in a mood.
w = wild card (random headcanon)
He would be down for a threesome, usually he wouldn’t want to share you because he loves you and only you (we love a loyal baby girl, 10 is so baby girl sometimes I swear). He might even fuck around with you and the Captain Jack Harkness. The Doctor has always been queer to me and there has always been undertones of that.
I know in the show he hates being called sir in a professional way, but when you say it during sex he loves how obedient and good you’re being for him.
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
You know the David Ten-inch joke and I know that’s MASSIVE but in my canon it is 100% accurate.
y = yearning (how high is his sex drive?)
Doctor Who, more like Doctor Horny, this man loves to fuck. He can go multiple rounds in a night/day and has a pretty quick refractory period.
z = zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)
I feel like the Doctor would be kind of energetic or “on a high” after sex since he’s not human, he would lie with you because you’re exhausted (especially after going several rounds) and he will eventually drift off to sleep beside you.
I have some drafts I will hopefully finish up and post this weekend! I’m a full time college student and have a lot of other responsibilities so I hope you can understand 🥰
