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All my favorite smutty fan fics and anything else Supernatural. Credit to the writers. If you have a favorite that I haven't posted and want to let it be known SEND IT MY WAY. I try to tag the fics so they're easier to find. Dean x reader | Sam x reader

[mooseleys]

[dean-winchesters-bacon]

@evansrogerskitten cutest demon

[yo-daddys-my-bitch]

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

[hermes-is-my-homeboy]

10 of Pentz came thruuu

[winsmut]

please pentz.. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆

[berezneva12]

SPN 14x10: Nihilism

[aborddelimpala]

2020 mood ……. 

[deanwinchesters]

Are we gonna fight or make out? ‘Cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here.

Dean Winchester | 9x02 - “Devil May Care”

[bowlegschester]

[drunk-badger]

Season 1 of Supernatural: Wow, demons. That’s pretty out of our league, man.

Season 13: Family includes son of Satan, casually hanging out with dinosaurs.

[anotherwaywardsister-deactivate]

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Ten- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Ten

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love. Word Count: 2,115 Warnings:   Oral Sex (Female Receiving).    Language.

SERIES MASTERLIST I’m so addicted to all the things you do When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… From Addicted by Saving Abel

The pure radiating contentment that filled his belly was achingly foreign to the oldest Winchester.  You had long fallen asleep and he had stayed awake thinking about the events of the past few days.  He hadn’t realized that what started out as a good old game of flirting was going to boil over into this.  That night at the bar, he had been annoyed that you had chased away the blonde.  Now he couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory.  You had no idea that innocent act of jealousy had stirred up all his old feelings.  It had given him the incentive to pursue what he had first felt five year prior.    

Things were more than a little complicated for him over the past several years and he had pushed down anything good.  You were good.  Actually too damn good, for all the shit he would have put you through..  You were innocent and light- he would have never chosen to burden your heart.  Pressing his lips to yours gently, he couldn’t help but feel pure bliss.  His heart thumped against his ribs as you stirred in your sleep.  

“Ummmmmmmm.”  You hummed as your eyes fluttered open.  An instant smile lite up your face when you meet Dean’s forest green eyes.   “Hi.”  You mumbled as you rose up to peck his lips.  Dean eagerly accepted it and cupped your face to hold you in the kiss.  You moaned softly as his fingers brushed through your hair.  Pulling away, Dean smiled again as his feelings threaten to spill over.

“Hi beautiful.”  He murmured in reply as he pulled you against his chest.  You sighed quietly as a feeling of fullness spread through you.  Reaching over, you allowed your hand to ghost down his back.  You grinned when you felt it prickle with goosebumps and Dean shiver.  You had never felt anything this magical before and you would’ve sworn it was a dream.  Yet, the dull ache from between your thighs remained.

Then there was also the reality of your suddenly growling stomach.  You nodded your head and rolled your eyes.  Only you could interrupt a romantic moment with your bodily functions.  Dean chuckled softly before pressing his lips tenderly to you forehead.

“Sounds like my baby is hungry.”  He whispered in a low rumble against your ear.  The breath tickled you causing you to giggle.  Leaning down, he gently nipped at the sensitive spot in your neck. “Maybe…  A little.”  You squeaked as Dean nipped you.

“Pizza?”  He mumbled against your neck.   You practically drooled at the thought pizza and nodded vigorously.  Dean chuckled again before pulling away from you to roll off the bed.  You sat up and watched as his naked form walked away.  Clamping a hand over your mouth with a giggle threatened to spill out as you took in the beauty of him.  

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[winsmut]

There is a woman in my class whose name is ... wait for it ... Mary Dean.

MARY. DEAN.

[spn-imagines-nation]

“Don’t touch my man you bitch.”

“That was awesome Y/N. That’s my girl.”

[mrspadalackles]

Time and Place

 Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Donna

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Maybe language (I don’t even remember), typical spn violence(nothing serious), reader giving Dean a run for his money

Word Count: 1626

Prompt: There will be plenty of time for apologies and self-loathing later (will be bolded in the fic)

A/N: This is my entry for @revwinchester  Rewriting Rev Y1K Challenge. This may have also inspired another mini series though I’m definitely not committing to anything yet. So, I hope you enjoy and maybe it’ll make you wanna check out some of my other stuff. If not, that’s cool too.

Masterlist*

*Let me know if you wanna be tagged

GIFS NOT MINE!!

Research. Hunt. Repeat.

That had been your life for as long as you could remember. There was no trying to be normal or getting out. Not that you wanted to. Hunting had been all you’d ever known from the moment you ‘d first uttered the word all those years ago. It was in your blood, both of your parents having grown up as hunters they didn’t hesitate to raise you the same way.

You had never complained, it wasn’t like there was anything you could compare it to. You were homeschooled, your mother always told you that brains were just as important as the physical aspects of the job. She wasn’t wrong, your astute research was part of the reason that you’re so good at what you do. The other part came from the thorough training that you had endured. You were a natural with a gun, having fired your first shot at the ripe young age of five. From then on, you had only enhanced your skill and your arsenal.

You had long ago accepted the idea that the hunting life was it for you. So, when your friend Donna dropped you a line saying that there was a wolf in her hometown possibly even an entire pack, you quickly agreed to be there as soon as possible. Not only were you glad to be seeing your overeager cop friend, but you hadn’t had a decent hunt in ages. It was like everything had just stopped and not only was it suspicious, but it had also left you with more time to think about what you could’ve had.

Sure, the love em and leave em mentality was something that you’d lived by your whole life, but you’d also never had the time to want something more. But with no research to occupy you there was more and more space for you to think about the things you could’ve been.

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[impala-dreamer]

Let’s Not, With The Feelings...

SPN FanFic

~You and Sam have enjoyed a perfect “no strings attached” relationship… until now.~

Sam x Reader

1,962 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Dirty Sam Smut. Sexy times, a little roughish. Drunken Smut.

A/N: Sorry for all the Sam, but… no, I’m not sorry. Not at all.

Your body was relaxed and tingling as you finished the last swallow of whisky in the plastic cup. You were stretched out on the old couch by the motel room door, your hair spread out in a fan behind your head. You were drunk and enjoying the gentle floating feeling that you were experiencing in the quiet room. It had been a long, stupid day and you were happy to have some time to yourself without the Winchesters who had gone out to relax and shoot some pool.

As the quiet void began to lull you to sleep, the door next to you opened and a rather inebriated Sam stumbled in.

He threw himself onto the bed without a word and began pulling off his boots.

“Hey Sam,” you croaked, lifting your head up slightly from the cushion to peek at him.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He laughed with an adorable hiccup.

“Um…you know, chillin’,  killin’… how was the bar?”

“Crappy,” he stood up and pulled his jacket off, tossing aside the denim and then shed his flannel.

“Sam…”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“Why are you stripping?”

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[saxxxxology]

*sings with delight because it’s 11:00 PM and I just found this gem of a fic*

[paigeinastory-deactivated201804]

Imagine: Your older brother, Dean hears some strange noises coming from your bedroom.

Dean was on his way to the bunker library when his spidey senses start tingling. Dean knew when it was too quiet something was up. Dean decided better to be safe to be sorry to make a quick detour through the hallway before going to the library. 

Don’t get Dean confused, he trusted his baby sister but after they brought Jack back to the bunker you’ve been acting kind of weird. Dean confronted you about your feelings and you very defensively denied you had any feelings for the half human half angel. 

Dean wanted to believe you, but he couldn’t help being on the fence a little bit when it came to you and guys. You were young, naive, and curious. Dean remembered being the same way when he was your age, but he wanted to stop you before you did something stupid or that you would regret for the rest of your life. 

Dean was your brother but he also the only father figure in your life. Dean traveled the hallway with caution. The sound was definitely coming from your room. Dean was preparing what he would say to you. Dean took a deep breath and burst through the door without knocking. 

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[mackenziewilson]

[Imagine]

Crowley Giving You A Hellhound For Your Birthday But Your Dad And Uncle Dean Are Not Happy About It.

[winchesterenthusiast]

Confessions

A drunk!Dean x Reader / fluff

A/N: Hey, it’s me! Just writing two things in one week. (It’s probably going to snow). This is just something that popped into my head, because I love drunk!Dean/Jensen. I hope you guys like it. Your response fuels my writing. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 1,302

Warnings: - language. - implied smut (kind of)

Tags: (at the end) *if you want to be tagged in future fics, send me an ask.

*gif is not mine.

It was early for you, considering you normally didn’t wake up until at least noon. Looking at your phone, you realized it was only 7 am. Sam wasn’t even awake yet; his bedroom door next to yours still closed. With no windows in the Bunker, it was hard for you to wake up with the dawn anymore, your body used to the sun being your alarm clock. Walking down the hallway into the kitchen, you could hear faint giggling. It was a deep, goofy giggle, and you knew exactly who it was coming from.

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[winsmut]

HOLY FUCK

I CAN FINALY CHECK THE POSTS IVE BEEN TAGGED IN.

Maybe I’ll be on here more often. Tag me in some smut. 🖤

[just-another-busy-fangirl]

Calm

This is the first chapter of a Sam x Reader mini-series I Found You (Masterlist).

An A/B/O Appreciation Day fic for my A/B/O Bingo Card, the Scenting square.  @spnabobingo

Summary: When he meets you at a bar after a weird hunt, Sam feels calm immediately.  Does that instant connection mean something deeper than just comfort?

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, scenting (obvi), Alpha!Sam, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, implied true mate, nothing explicit

word count: ~1040

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