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Summary: Y/N's bored and wants to play a game with Dean. Who will win?
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Not much. Fluff, lots a fluff and silliness. Smidge of angst. Bit of kissing/making out, nothing too explicit. All fairly fluffy sexiness.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N
Word Count: 2,233
A/N: So, my dear friend, @winchesterfanatic1967 has been feeling down and out lately, and having a really rough time of it. So, she made the following request for a fluffy/sexy Dean fic:
I've really been missing Supernatural and Dean lately and also been sort of down. If it's ok I would like to request some major Dean x reader fluff where he's tickling her and while doing so he discovers how ticklish underneath her arms are for the first time maybe while tickling her ribs and he gets too close? She's desperately trying to keep him from getting her there but fails and while holding her arms up she's begging him not to and he can't help but laugh along with her cause he's never heard her laugh or beg like that before while tickling her and he finds it super cute?
So, I've attempted to give her what she was looking for in this fic, and I hope you all enjoy it as well.
If you do enjoy it, please don't forget to Reblog and Comment. Means the world to us writers! ❤️
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Y/N looked up from the incredibly boring book she was reading and groaned towards Dean who was sitting on the other bed in their cheap motel room, methodically cleaning his weapons.
“I’m bore-duh!” She whined at her best friend.
Dean’s lips quirked up slightly as he pulled off the etched slide barrel of his silver, 1911 pistol, but otherwise he ignored her cry of distress and continued to pull apart his favorite gun.
Annoyed by his unwillingness to drop everything and make her boredom go away, Y/N tossed her book across the room, hitting him in the upper arm.
“What the fuck?” Dean grunted, turning to give Y/N an extremely offended look. He picked up the book and tossed it back onto her bed. “Did you just throw that at me?”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Oh, it’s a barely two hundred page paperback, you’ve taken worse.”
Dean scowled at her and Y/N let her face crumple in misery. “Deeeeeeeaaaan.” She whined again. “Entertain me.”
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Request: Hi 😊 would you do a Dean Winchester imagine where youre secretly having a crush on each other but not admitting it. Then one time Sam is out and you’re alone at the motel, so it happens you accidentally walk in the bathroom while Dean takes a shower. You get all flustered but Dean takes the chance to grab you and kiss you and you end up in bed making soft love that night. In the morning Sam finds you cuddling and is just happy you finally got together
Summary: You were born with a very special and powerful gift. This is the story of how you met the Winchesters and fell for the older one.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: mentions of rape, abuse and death, AGE GAP (DEAN IS 35 AND THE READER IS 20), sweet and vanilla sex (reader is a virgin)
Word count: 7,505 (OOPS! I got carried away…)
Note: I LIVE FOR MUTURAL PINING OKAY! I put my own little twist to it and the only thing I left out from the request was when Sam finds them together….I kinda wanted a funny ending. Request by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains
Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)
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Tell me about being in a cabin with Dean, having a calm, romantic night, and having sex while it snows outside.
Boots and Blankets and Things -
His boots were by the door. Snow was melting off the treds as the heat from the fireplace reached across the big room. The little puddle was nothing to worry about, they could clean it up later.
The thick blankets were tossed aside and rumpled beneath them; the warm wool threads frayed from years of use. They didn’t make blankets like that anymore, they were only ever found tucked away in the back of closets or stowed in car trunks in case of emergencies.
An empty whiskey bottle lay on its side on the floor, kicked over by an elbow, a foot, who’s to say? They’d drunk their fill and then some, raiding Bobby’s stash in the bedroom until they were warm and giddy, drowning in lust and rye.
Flannel shirts were balled up as pillows and stuffed beneath her head. Denim was cast away aside like trash, cotton was sprinkled like breadcrumbs across the cabin.
Outside a gentle snow fell onto freezing earth, weighing down the pine trees, erasing the gravel driveway, the stairs, their hopes of escape. It piled up on the windows, stuck in the muntin, fogged up the glass.
Inside, he held her close, spreading kisses like honey down her body. His lips were chapped from the cold but oh so warm as they nipped at her shoulder, suckled on her breast, parted her lips with hungry kisses.
Light from the fire played across their nakedness, casting shadows in curves and illuminating sacred spaces usually kept hidden. Dean kissed every spot, let his fingers glide over every inch previously unknown. Y/N held her breath as he explored, moaned his name when he struck the sweet spots. She scraped her nails down his back, nibbled gently on his ears, fit her thighs snug around his trim waist.
There was no rush, no need to worry. There were no monsters lurking behind the trees, no doomsday clock ticking away over their heads. There was only the perfect falling snow and the fire, only the passion between them and the stillness of the forest.
Tomorrow, they would dig their way out, shovel the Impala free and fight their way down the mountain. But tonight they slept in peace, sated and calm, wrapped together on the floor by the fire. Tonight they found the love they both needed, the safety of old wool blankets and the warmth of each other’s arms.
Series Summary: Y/N and Dean exist in completely different worlds. Can they ever bring them together?
I asked for prompts from this list which includes smut, fluff, and angst prompts. I asked for 1 prompt for each genre, and the beautiful @eevvvaa came up with a smorgasbord of prompts for me to choose from. So, I decided to use all of them! in this 3 part mini-series. The prompts are as follows:
Part 1 = Fluff - "I believe you.", Smut - “Call me that again.”, Angst - “Can’t you listen for one second?”
Part 2 = Fluff - "You remembered?” Smut - "As beautiful as you look, all I want to do is rip that dress off right now.”, Angst - "Don’t lie to me.”
Part 3 = Fluff - "I just wanted to make you laugh." Smut - "I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.” Angst - "You deserve better.”
Dean’s knuckles rapped on the woodwork around your open bedroom door and you looked up to find him leaning casually with his ankles crossed and his right shoulder holding up the Bunker. A slick smile was plastered on his lips and you narrowed your eyes at him. He was up to something.
Barely lifting your attention from the book in your lap, you sighed. “What’s up?”
Dean licked his lips and you did your best not to notice. “Oh… just stoppin’ by to say ‘hey’.”
You turned the page with dramatic flare. “So get on with it.”
He sucked his teeth suggestively and ducked his chin, staring at you. “Hey.”
Your gaze lifted and your interested increased. He was wearing a tight black tee under that burgundy flannel that always drove you nuts, and his hair was spikey and damp, fresh from a shower. You cleared your throat. “Hey, yourself.” You waited, staring patiently, for him to carry on with his business of interrupting you.
He didn’t speak, nervously fidgeting with his belt buckle.
“Was there something else you needed?” you asked, laying your book aside.
Dean chewed his bottom lip and shrugged nervously. “Well, I-” There was something hiding behind his back and his arm tensed, shifting it around. “Thing is, it’s-uh-”
Ideas floated through your head and you bit back a smile. If he was doing what you thought he was doing…
“Spit it out, Winchester.”
Dean swallowed hard and pushed himself off of the door, taking a step down into your bedroom. “Thing is, it’s uh-” He cleared his throat. “It occurred to me that it’s some kinda special day and well- I didn’t want you to think I didn’t know, so-”
Standing at the foot of your bed, he pulled a small, heartshapped box of candy from behind his back and twirled it between his fingers.
Heat flooded your cheeks and your heart swelled. “Dean, did you- get me a valentine?”
He blushed and looked down and away. “It’s nothing, really. I mean- I… Saw it at the gas station and-”
Flipping onto your knees, you crawled across the mattress and took the box, holding it gently between your hands.
“You are so-” The red cellophane had been torn at the back and retapped shut. “Did you open this?”
He stammered. “Well, I mean- I uh- I took out all the coconut ones. I know you don’t like those.” Head still down, he looked up at you through thick lashes and smiled sweetly. He was more nervous than he’d been in years, more terrified than even when he’d faced the Devil himself. All because of you.
“I love it,” you said, running your fingers across the top. “You’re very sweet, Dean. Thank you.”
He took a breath and plump lips parted gently. “So… how about it?” He smiled and the light in his eyes was nothing but love. “Wanna be my Valentine, Y/N/N?”
A laugh tickled your lips and you tossed the candy over your shoulder, grabbing at Dean instead. “Thought you’d never ask…”
His kiss was tinged with coconut, but somehow, you couldn’t seem to care.
Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Summary: When a bad storm forces you and Dean apart on a hunt, he realizes just how much you mean to him.
Tags: 18+, smut, making love, p in v, all that jazz... nothing too crazy
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: Hello, I'm back after almost 6 months. Moving across the country (again) among other big life events (all good ones!) gave me the worst writer's block of all time, but thanks to my friends (@soaringeag1e & @emoryhemsworth), writing this fic per their suggestion (based off Radio and the Rain by Chris Young) is what finally pulled me out of it! Beta'd by my angels @wayward-dreamer and @makeadealwithdean. Alright, hope you all enjoy, and I promise I'll be back again with more things soon!
You can also read me on Ao3!
“Y/N!” Dean calls out, doubtful that you can hear him over the sound of the rain coming down as he tries to ignore the panic building inside him. His hair is stuck to his forehead from the downpour, water droplets streaming down his face as he tries to shield himself from the weather. It’s no use. He’s soaked to the bone – he’s not sure he could have worn enough layers to keep him dry, not in this storm – and the darkness of the forest seems to go on forever. He could have sworn there was a town nearby – some light pollution would be really helpful right about now – but he seems to be shit out of luck. Thunder booms above him, almost deafening, and he keeps on what he hopes is the right path, his heart rate steadily increasing. He needs to find you.
Square/s Filled: convention - @supernatural-jackles (Tell Me A Story Bingo) / dirty talk - @spnkinkevents
Pairing: Jensen x Female!Reader
Word count: 2,818
Summary: Jensen convinces Y/N to join him at a convention over the weekend, telling her that she’ll have a great time. It isn’t until the Saturday night concert that she realizes what kind of fun he means.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, Jensen singing S.O.B (y’all know that’s a warning), smut: dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people)
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
A/N: When that little hip shake and throwing of the mic stand happened, I knew it would result in this. This man will be the death of me, I swear. Thanks to my beta besties @evergreencowboy and @makeadealwithdean, love you both!! <3
Going to a convention with Jensen that weekend was exactly what Y/N needed.
When he told her he was going a day early, and would love for her to join him, she immediately jumped at the chance to go. She didn’t have any responsibilities from work that had carried over into the weekend, and it was an opportunity to catch up with their friends. Considering they would be there on a Saturday, she was excited that her boyfriend would surprise everyone at the convention and sing at Saturday Night Special, but he was being mysterious about his plans for what song. He said that it wasn’t going to be anything new, but she was going to like it anyway, and she had never been more confused.
An SPN Story
~Take a drive to nowhere with your favorite Winchester...~
Dean Winchester x F!Reader
2,009 Words
A/N: NSFW. Poetical Smuts and a Dreamy Drive
America is full of highways. Long stretches of road that endlessly and seamlessly weave through the country, leading you into the sunset or pulling you away from the twilight. The white line ‘bends and curls around mountains and forests, deserts and snow drifts; observing the climate’s change, but never changing itself. It’s one steady hand in the morphing landscape, one constant on your journey.
It can be invisible, hiding on the very edge of your vision, or it can hold you captive, trancing you like a pocket watch dangling before your eyes.
Dean likes to ride the white line, driving for hours with it in the corner of his eye. Illusion said the tire was right on top of it, but he was steady in the center of the lane, carefully gliding over the blacktop in his precious baby, with the most precious cargo by his side.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Mary Winchester (mentioned)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: People always leave him.
Square/s Filled: Whiskey (@spnchristmasbingo), heartbreak (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles)
Warnings: angst, fluff, Mary isn’t the mother of the year
Words count: 1018
Beta: @akshi8278 🖤
A/N: Hi!!! I’ve been quite busy lately, and I didn’t always have the time to sit and write. So, I’m learning how to take some time just for myself and write. I guess it’s working because here I’m. The idea for this fic came out of nowhere. I was actually thinking about Bones, this other old show I loved so much. I remembered this sweet scene with Booth and Brennan, where she asked him if he needed time and space. I always loved that scene, so I decided to take that quote and see how it sounded with Supernatural. The result is not that bad if you asked me but let me know what you think. Oh, and stay tuned because a lot of new things are coming your way soon. Enjoy! 🖤
She left him, again.
She did it right before Christmas, of all time. Who does that? His mom, apparently. He sighed while letting himself slip down the floor, his back resting against the bed. His mind was still too busy reliving the argument with his mom when a soft knock at the door caught his attention. Dean looked up just in time to see Y/N's head peeking inside the room. Shit, he thought when he saw her. He had totally forgotten they had plans that night.
Square/s Filled: Secret relationship - Tell Me A Story Bingo @supernatural-jackles / Co-worker AU - @anyfandomaubingo / Rough sex - @spnkinkevents
Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader
Word count: 912
Summary: Dean and Y/N find a few minutes to give into their desires, without their coworkers knowing.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, secret relationship, office romance, smut: dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), rough sex
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
A/N: Hoping all this drabbling will help me write something longer soon. Hope you all enjoy! :)
Dean pressed Y/N up against the wall, his lips on hers in a rough embrace, his hands pushing up her skirt to pull her panties aside just as her legs wrapped tighter around his waist.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she stated, out of breath as her hurried movements continued, tugging his belt off as she pushed his pants down.
He smirked as he stared down at her, loving the way her actions were completely contradicting her words. “Alright, but you’re tellin’ me you could stop right now?”
A Supernatural Series
~Y/N has everything she’s ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren’t always what they seem.~
Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others
Chapter Fifteen Word Count: 886
A/N: Thank you so so much to everyone who read and commented/reblogged/sent asks. I really appreciate your interaction and involvement. <3 This is the end... and I'm sure you'll have questions, but as I said, there were always breadcrumbs lol. Feel free to come chat with me about it... <33
A Supernatural Series
~Y/N has everything she's ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren't always what they seem.~
Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others
Series Warnings: NSFW. Angst. Smut. Blood. Magic. Trauma. Suicidal Issues. Major Character Death(s). Strangeness. It's Super Angst. Chapters won't be tagged to preserve story flow, but it is all angst. Be warned.
Chapters:
Summary: The time has come to put the lessons to the test.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Fingering. P in V unprotected sex. loss of virginity. some, slight pain mentioned. virgin!reader. age gap.
Pairings: Jensen x Y/N
Word Count: 2,633
A/N: So, this will continue on from:
I'll be continuing to progress through Jensen and Y/N's evening together and touching on some of the other specifics that the lovely @kayyay1219 requested. Stay tuned for all the lessons! 😜 Going forward, I plan on 4 more entries into this series, to round them to a total of 10. 😊
Hope you all enjoy!
A/N 2: As always, of course this is a Jensen from another part of the Multiverse, who is single. This is an absolute work of fiction.
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He turned back to face me properly, breathing a little easier now. “At least, not this time. If you’ll let me, if you’re ready, I desperately want to sink into your body, wanna watch you come apart for me at least two more times, wanna feel that beautiful cunt tighten around me, clenching me, pulling me deep into you so I can fill you up completely.”
My breathing was fast and shallow, as his words painted pictures in my mind.
“Will you let me, Y/N?”
My answer was simple, obvious, and immediate.
“Yes, Jensen. Yes, please.”
His face softened and he reached out his hand, pushing his fingers through my hair and moving them down to grip the back of my neck. He pulled me close to him, and I could feel the heat that radiated from his tall, broad body. I skimmed my hands up his torso, fingers tingling as they passed over his skin.
I reached up to grip his shoulders, kneading the muscles there. He leaned down to skim his lips across my temple and down over my cheekbone; they felt like silk, his breath warm and soothing as it caressed me. He tipped my chin up as he reached my mouth, settling his lips over mine, pressing full and heavy.
A Supernatural Series
~Y/N has everything she’s ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren’t always what they seem.~
Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others
Chapter Twelve Word Count: 1527
A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! This one’s … intense…
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The room was freezing when she woke; the tip of her nose felt like ice and her fingers were numb. Shivering, she clung to the thin woolen blanket, rolling onto her side and tucking her knees to her chest.
Slowly, she realized that it wasn’t the room that was chilled, but that the cold was coming from inside of her. Her breath came out in a puff of ice crystals that lingered in the air above her face, shining down like a wintery ghost. It floated, shifting and forming itself into a picture perfect cloud of snowflakes and mist. Curiously, Y/N reached up and touched one of the crystals. The entire form shattered, crackling into tiny shards of glass that shot down and into her, stabbing her with a thousand pricks across her face, throat and arms. She screamed and the bed began to shake, the mattress waving like a turbulent ocean. The cuts on her skin deepened and widened; blood poured from each gash, soaking into the hungry bed, feeding it all of her.
A Supernatural Series
~Y/N has everything she’s ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren’t always what they seem.~
Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others
Chapter Eleven Word Count: 2468
A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! This one's ... intense...
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Y/N perched on the foot of her bed and rubbed her palms down her thighs, nervous and exhausted.
Her room looked sad and abandoned. It had been a while since she’d stayed there, coming in only now and then to grab clothes or switch out toiletries. A few photographs in dusty frames sat atop her desk and her mother’s crocheted blanket hung over the back of the chair. Otherwise, the place was unrecongizable as belonging to Y/N.
Her time was spent with Dean now, cluttering up his room and his life.
Honestly, if she thought about it, she couldn’t remember ever sleeping in her room. Or setting it up, placing the photos on the desk top, folding the blanket. If she really thought about it, it all seemed so foreign, so strange.
