Hero Worship

From the moment you met Soldier Boy, you knew the obsession would become  your life.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Word Count: 2094

Warnings: Smut. Just smut. 

For mah Liz @jensensgotyoudean​  💚💚💚  Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

It was dangerous downtown. A battle was raging in the street, Payback out in force against some criminal element, you didn’t really know the details. There was no reason for you to be there. Well, there was no good reason.

You were there for him.

You had bought the police scanner a couple of weeks after you met him for the first time. Some big media frenzy parade, all the members of Payback shaking hands, posing for pictures, signing autographs for rabid fans. Soldier Boy had posed and strutted and smirked his way through the crowd, but when his eyes had landed on you – he had paused, one side of his sinful lips drawn up in a lecherous smile. “Well, hello there, beautiful,” he had said, his voice smooth and warm as hot buttered rum. He had taken your hand in his, brought it to his lips, and gave it a kiss that immediately brought to mind how those lush lips would feel elsewhere. “Hope I can run into you again sometime.” His eyes were dark with promises of what could happen, if that were to happen. When he left you standing there, your knees were weak and there was a steady throbbing between your thighs that took way too long to subside.

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Now this is some good, wholesome, Soldier Boy fan fiction, just like I like! 😉

Peppermint

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,659

A/N: This was written for @webcricket’s SPN Advent Challenge with the prompt, flavor: peppermint. This was betaed by a friend who is not on Tumblr. Sexy but no smut. Enjoy.

               Also on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/12948558)

“So get this, they found a hex bag at the scene.”

“Fuck. Come on, Sammy, I hate witches.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. “It’ll be a quick case.”

“Witches are never a quick case. Why didn’t you mentioned witches before? We coulda taken the werewolf case instead.”

“Uh-huh yeah, well…you’ll love this,” Sam stated, undeterred by Dean’s comment.

Dean took his eyes off the road for a second, to look at his brother. “Will you tell me where I’m driving to?”

“Nope. We’ll be there in two minutes, Dean. Relax. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“Witches man. I-.”

Sam just smirked at his response, effectively silencing Dean as he tried to start guessing where they were going. A pie factory? In the middle of nowhere? Not very likely. What else was more probable that Dean would love?

A tense silence filled the car while Dean gave Sam surreptitious glances trying to glean some clues from his body language. But his brother was damn good at keeping a secret; he always had been. Oh – so infuriating.

“Okay, make a left here and we’ll be right there.”

Dean gulped and looked over at his brother a second before he made the turn, suddenly tense about the charade. But all of that dissipated when he saw the huge neon sign. He abruptly stopped the car and gaped. He turned to Sam with a twinkle in his eyes.

“No, Sammy what the hell?!” he asked his little brother in an excited but obviously incredulous tone.

“Yeah, like I said, you’ll love it.”

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Too cute!

Sam's Last Straw

A/N: This was supposed to be a ficlet or just a little something about what I would write if I actually wrote something, but instead, I actually wrote something! Prompt provided by @wingedcatninja.

Prompt: Dean x Reader, hurt/comfort

Summary: Dean and the Reader are BOTH hurt on a hunt and Sam has to take care of them. They get... needy.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Nothing. It's just so freaking fluffy.

Word count: 2322 words

After much squabbling (Dean was hurt worse, but you kind of had to pee), Sam carried you to the bathroom, then helped Dean get settled in his room, then carried you from the bathroom to your bedroom. He left you with an apology and a set of guilty puppy eyes, then raced off to find supplies.

You got changed into comfy clothes all by yourself, thank…Pete, maybe? Can’t thank God anymore, so might as well thank a random dude named Pete. It was about as effective. Anyway, a severely sprained ankle and bruised/possibly cracked ribs made things difficult, but not impossible. Mostly. You’d gotten off easy. Dean had broken his leg. Luckily, it was just a hairline fracture that would heal in a few weeks, but he was non-weight-bearing for a while. As were you. And the little clinic you’d visited for the x-rays was all out of crutches. Hence Sam running around like a one-armed paperhanger to help you both.

Well this was adorable!

Fucking his little princess.

Pairings : Omega!Reader x Beta!Aaron (OC), Alpha!Dean x Beta!OFC, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader.

Word count : 3,771

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Sloppy seconds.

Warning : drinking, smut, cheating, daddy kink, degrees of incest - stepfather/stepdaughter, knotting mentioned, come play, guilt.

Written for & Beta’d by : @iflostreturntosteverogers​ This is an early birthday present for my bestie. Her birthday is coming up real soon. Love you, booboo.

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You’re giggling when you unlock and open the front door. “Shhhhh.” you put a finger to your lips, then his, unable to stop the giggles. You slowly step inside, the door getting pushed shut a little too loudly and it makes your head snap around.

“Sorry.” Aaron whispers with a laugh, hands going to cup your face before he pulls you in for a deep but sloppy drunk kiss.

“Mm.” you hum, breaking it and pulling away. “Not here. Upstairs.” His grin is wide as you turn away, starting for the stairs but first peeking around the corner into the living room to be sure it’s empty. Aaron’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush to him and making you giggle again as you both start up the stairs and head for your bedroom.

As of midnight, which was about two and a half hours ago, it’s your 21st birthday.  You’d spent the night with Aaron, your Beta boyfriend of the past 11 months (you met him at your last birthday drink fest) and friends, never paying for a single drink in the never ending line of shots that made up your night out. To say you were drunk was an understatement, and you had no idea how you made it up the stairs, especially with Aaron attached to you like he was. But you made it, giggling the whole way.

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(Fanning myself) Holy crap!