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that-sarcastic-writer · 2 years

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Lost Time (Soldier Boy)

Mind games til we lose control drabble

Pairing: Soldier Boy X FSupe!Reader

Summary: After the disaster at Herogasm, you and Soldier Boy blow off some steam, and make up for the loss time. Takes place during that one scene at the beginning of ep7, but like not that. Just same place. This is just porn without a plot I'm sorry.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex (pls children wrap it before you tap it), p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, dirty talk bc its Soldier Boy, praising kink, bit of degrading, drug use, brief mentions of stormfront, allusion to attempted sexual assault (NOT from sb). Slightly occ ben, I make him slightly less horrible. This is one is kinda heavy so strap in.

WC: 2k

A/N: pls I'm sorry, I know I'm bombarding yall with soldier boy (smut) I promise I was gonna take few days and post something else, but I was just sitting here thinking how I havent seen any fics of sb eating pussy so I wrote it. I promise I'm not turning into a sb blog, i have a dean winchester fic coming, I just so happened to finish this one in one sitting in like 2 hours. Dont unfollow me pls kay enjoy the sin love yall. Ps I know this is too long to be a drabble but idk what else to call it so just accept it.

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"And you remember that chick Liberty?" You asked Ben absentmindedly, an arm behind your head as you held a joint to your lips with the other. You heard him hum, his face pressed to your stomach as he left sloppy kisses on your skin, "So turns out she was like a nazi."

"What the fuck?" He snapped his head up to look at you with a twisted look on his face. You looked down at him and nodded, taking a long drag of the joint before placing it on the ashtray next to you.

"You didn't know?"

"Fuck no. I was a soldier during World War II, you think I would've been in the same room as that bitch had I known she was a nazi?" He scoffed and shook his head, looking like he was questioning his life choices. "Fuck, and to think I founded Herogasm with her."

"Yeah well," You shrugged, watching him with a raised eyebrow as he laid his head on your bare thigh. He was a surprisingly good listener. And since you were pretty much catching him up on all the supe and Vought business he had missed, he was particularly attentive, as well as he could be with you naked and him between your legs of course. "Her and Homelander were fucking, like they were public and everything. And honestly it doesn't surprise me, that motherfucker is a weirdo. And that's saying something."

"You know the fucker? He recognized you at Herogasm." He raised an eyebrow at you, you could hear the slight bit of possessiveness in his tone. Funny how some things didn't change. He would always throw a fit if he found out you talked to other men, he was the only man in your life. Yeah as if.

You snorted at him and shrugged, running your fingers through his long honey strands, "Some. He wanted me to join The Seven years ago. I thought about it, and then the motherfucker tried to get me to fuck him in exchange of joining the team. And you know exactly how well that went when you tried it the first time. Told him fuck off and he didn't like it. And of course Vought didn't give a shit when I told them what he did, so I left and they got Noir instead."

"At least I took no for an answer," He scoffed with both a mixture of disgust and anger. "And for the record, I didn't ask you to fuck me to join the team, I wanted to fuck you, and after that I wanted you to join the team, but those weren't mutually exclusive."

"Oh right, you were such a gentleman." You rolled your eyes at him and chuckled, hoping to humor him, but he still had a hard expression on his face.

"But he didn't—"

"No Ben, he didn't do anything. It was a long time ago, I haven't seen him since. Well, not before Herogasm." You reassured him, fingers threading to his scalp, making him close his eyes and hum lowly.

"I don't know what I would've done if he had laid a fuckin' hand on you when I wasn't there to protect you." He mumbled, his lips pressed against your thigh, you barely heard him, but you did. You sighed softly.

"Yeah well you're here now. So relax, relax before we have to go fuck some more people up. Enjoy this while you can." You emphasized, biting your lip softly. You saw the way his expression changed, and his pink lips twisted into a smirk.

"Yeah I'm gonna fuckin' enjoy this alright." He bit his lip, positioning himself so that your legs were on either side of his broad shoulders and he was laying on his stomach.

You watched with glazed eyes as he drew a line on your stomach and pitched the side or his nose before he dragged it across your stomach, the white substance lingering in his nose. He sat on his elbows, eyes closed as he sniffled and hummed.

"Christ, that's some good shit." He chuckled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand and looked up at you, pupils so dilated that you barely see the green in his eyes. But you didn't know if that was from the drugs or lust, maybe both. "But this is better."

You gasped, body jolting when he dipped his head and dragged his tongue over your clit, suckling on the bud for a second or two before he lifted his head up again, leaving you whimpering.

"Best goddamn pussy I've ever had the pleasure of eating," He rasped, teeth digging into his bottom teeth as he threw your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer to his face and dived back in, but not before he muttered, "Can't get enough of it."

He had you like this for hours. Alternating between fucking you with mouth and fingers, and actually fucking you. Ever since you got back from Herogasm, your failed attempt at killing Homelander and pretty much hijacked The Legend's place, you had been in this room, with Ben all over you. He had always been insatiable, but even back then he would get tired too, and would take breaks. But now, he wouldn't keep his hands off you, he was relentless. You pretty much had to beg him to stop and give you a break. To which he surprisingly agreed. But that was maybe fifteen minutes ago, and he figured it was time to continue, while he still could. Make up for the lost time, you guessed. You weren't complaining though.

His long fingers eventually joined the rhythm of his expert tongue. The second you felt two fingers slip into you you began to feel an ache in your stomach. You gave up on words a long time ago. You were nothing but a mess of whimpers and moans by then. Something that definitely fueled Ben's ego, he loved watching you fall apart for him. He knew your body perfectly, and the second one of your hands flew to pull at his hair, he knew he found your trigger. And his fingers curved over that spot, over, over and over until he had you crying out and he felt warm sparks on his scalp.

Your juices coated his tongue and fingers as you shuddered, your shaky thighs clamping around his head. You were panting, and you could hear your heartbeat thump against your head so hard it made you dizzy. You closed your eyes, hissing softly when you felt Ben's fingers leave you, but his tongue was still drawing slow figure eights on your clit.

"Such a sweet girl. So fuckin' sweet," He coaxed as he pulled his face away from you. You were still shaking from your high when you felt his lips trail up your stomach until he found your neck, and he was attacking that too. "Now that I got you nice and wet, I'm gonna fuck you real good before those fuckers come in and spoil all the fun. I can hear Butcher outside."

You half nodded, still a bit blazed from both the weed and your orgasm, but you still helped him shrug off his ridiculous robe. He unraveled it and tossed it aside before taking his already hard cock into his hands. He grabbed one of your legs and held it over his shoulder as he sat back on his knees and positioned himself at your entrance. He slipped in with a groan, his face twisted into a pleasured expression as he watched the way he slid inside your walls with ease. You were already so cock drunk and fucked all you could do was moan.

"I don't know what I love more, eating this pussy, or fuckin' it." He was drawing back and slamming back in with enough force to make your body slide on the mattress. God, Soldier Boy fucked like he fought, ruthless and with purpose.

Your head was thrown back, eyes screwed shut and your hands were clutching the sheets so tight you thought you were going to rip them. Though by then the whole room was tossed, somehow some pillows had been ripped in half and you were sure the brick wall had dents in it. It was absolutely messy, filthy and absolutely intoxicating. He was intoxicating. Everything about him.

"You're squeezing the fuck outta my cock, you wanna come my pretty Violet?" He rasped and panted, his forehead and chest glistening with sweat as he watched the way he fucked himself in and out of your tight walls. And fuck did he love it. "You need me to make you come again? Is that what my pretty slut needs?"

"Yes! Fuck Ben, please." How you were speaking, you had no idea, but you screamed it, overstimulation and the aching need for release making your vision blurry with tears.

"Fuck, yeah give me what I want. Come for me, do it now." He ordered, sneaking a hand between your bodies and rubbed quick harsh circles on your clit until he had you crying out and your eyes flashed violet. "Fuck, shit, that's it."

Your leg hung over his shoulder as he leaned down and held himself up on his forearm as he snapped his hips quickly but more shallow like he was trying to get himself over the edge. You were so drunk on your high you barely noticed when be grabbed your hand placed it on your lower belly, his own hand right of top of yours, and you sure noticed when he pushed down on your belly with the slightly bit of pressure on it and spoke in your ear.

"You feel that? That's exactly where only I fuckin' belong. Not Homelander, not fuckin' anyone, me." He rasped, a groan leaving his lips when he gave you one final thrust and spilled inside you.

He kept himself braced on his forearm so as not to crush you with his weight, but his body still laid on top of you, still inside you. Hazily, you threw your arms over his neck and ran one of your hands through his damp hair. His heavy breaths and your own filled the room, but other than that you laid in silence, simply soaking in the feeling of each other. Fuck did it feel right. Too bad it didn't last.

"Oi children!" You heard an unmistakable cockney accent as the doors suddenly opened, followed by a pair of collective groans.

"Fuckin' Christ. Can't even fuck my girl in peace." Ben groaned as peeled himself from you and sat up, naked as the day the boys found him.

"Oh Jesus, please put that away." Hughie muttered to Ben, face red as it could get at the sight of you two naked.

Despite your still hazy state, you were quick to pull the sheets over your naked body as you sat up. You inhaled sharply as you brought your legs to your knees, muscles already screaming at you for your reckless activities. You eyed the three men in front of you. Legend was going on a rant about the room you destroyed, Butcher was berating Ben for his shitty Intel on Mindstorm, and Hughie just stood there mortified.

"It's not like you've never seen a dick before. You do have one right? Or do you just have a pussy down there and that's why you act like one?" Ben chuckled, looking directly at Hughie as he stood up, cock half hard and with no urgency to grab his robe from the ground.

"Ben, stop harassing the kid and put your dick away." You scolded him, being pretty much the only person on this earth that could tell Soldier Boy what to do without being threatened with bodily damage. He glared at you, but complied nonetheless and wrapped the robe around himself. "And you two could learn to fucking knock, save yourself the trauma." You sighed as you looked around the bed for your clothes but they weren't on sight. Until you felt something hit the side of your head and fall on the bed.

"Asshole." You glared at Ben as you grabbed the hoodie sitting beside you and slipped it on, the smirk on his face making you roll your eyes.

"Anytime sweetheart." He winked at you before turning his attention to Butcher and Hughie who were going back and forth about Mindstorm. Guess they could find an address after all.

Well off you were. At least you were able to make up for lost time.

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x fem reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy smut #the boys

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Ah! I love your gabe fic ♥ !

Can I req a gabe x reader where the reader is quite hyperactive, cute yet stubborn and always tries to impress Gabe in a not so subtle way to earn affections? But he calms her down or something and the quote prompt can be the "I love you" "I love you more" ? ^^

Love this request, hope you don't mind its in Headcanon form I wanted to make sure I added a important things while at the same time it making since.

Ps. Sorry it's short and it took so long.

Gabriel having a Hyperactive Girlfriend

Prompt: 1.5) "I Love You" - "I love you more"

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Your described as a happy person more or less and your also described as a hyper one.

Gabe loves that about you and he loves the fact you help his shenanigans become reality.

Dispite the constant torture he put the Winchesters through you fell hard for him.

But in your mind you didn't realize the feelings was mutual. The Winchester Bro's will constantly teas you when you would go out of your way to impress him. Rather it would be pranking Sam or stealing the tiers of the impala.

9 times out of 10 gabe would chear you on and praise you for the 'tourcher' you'd cast upon them.

That only increasesd the caohs and your hypernes especially if gabe supplys you with Monster energy drinks and candy you both love.

Another way he'd praise you would be quick kisses on your cheek that would make butterflies form in your stomach.

But one day when you were feeling particularly ornery you decided to mess with the impala. You had glued those fake eye lash things girl put on cars and covered they body in gliter. That same morning you had wrapped the entire fridge and everything in it while every speaker blasted Heat of the moment.

In the middle of all the mass destruction gabe payed a hello vist and saw Sam frantically running around trying to find your phone to stop the music while Dean agressevelly ripped the Christmas paper away trying to find the beer.

As soon as the music stop and the beer was found an even louder speaker blasted the Avengers them song. Sam's frustration followed and he just left for the garage with Dean behind.

“DAMIT Y/N!” Dean yelled from the garage

You laughed and and ran to the garage with gabe following. As you made it on gabe busted up laughing. Even Sam had a good chuckle.

“okay new plan... Your staying home” Dean said and left in the glitter covered impala

You were laughing so hard you almost missed gabe talking. “I love you”

You suddenly stopped laughing and stared at him with wide eyes. “wait what?”

He snickered. “you heard me... I love you”

“I love you more” you replied and playfully kissed his cheek. You laughed and pulled gabe into the bunker with so much energy. “come on we need to mess with Sam's room!”

Gabe laughed as the world doesn't know what kinda chaos and mass destruction that is now cast upon it now you two had admitted your feelings.

#Gabriel x reader #Gabriel imagines #gabriel headcanons #Supernatural #supernatural prefrences #Dean winchester imagines #Sam Winchester imagines #Richard speight Jr #Supernatural imagines #supernatural headcanons

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magnoliabutters · 2 years

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HEART OR STOMACH • STORIES FOR HUNTERS •

pairing: dean winchester x (female, 18+) reader

summary: the new monster of the week just so happens to show up at your diner. the winchesters think they’ve saved another damsel in distress, little do they know...

warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; violence to fluff to smut - rinse & repeat; oral (freceiving), ass play, heavy petting, gore, “torture,” weapons, weed mentioned, kidnapping, consensual as always, etc.

word count: ~6.9k

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• stories for hunters •

note: hello there! welcome to a new series! we are finally entering a new universe, supernatural. i've been missing my winchester boys! it’s time to bring them back for some fun! please let me know what you think! i'm hoping to make this a series! ps - sorry it’s so long for a first part! i hope you find it worth it!

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“Hey! We’re behind. We got tickets on the board,” you say as you walk down toward the kitchen. “Heard,” you hear from your cooks. You turn the corner to get behind the line. Quickly grabbing the next ticket, you help your workers get the food out. “James, my burger’s almost up. Can you grab me some fries?” you say pointing towards him. He replies with a quick nod. “Aye, Annie, table 42′s about to start bitchin’. Let’s get those poppers out,” you share, tapping her on the back. “Echo,” Annie says with a smile. “Y/n! We got a Karen up by 9. Can you help out?” Brandy asks, coming from the front. “Annie, James. Y’all got it back here?” you ask, continuing to flip the burgers and getting them set with their sides. “Yeah, we got it,” James says. You nod and walk out towards the front.

Landing your eyes on table 9, you see that classic “Karen” hairstyle with her dopey husband across from her. With a sigh, you head towards her. “Hello there! Brandy shared you wanted to speak with me?” you ask, fully prepared for whatever bullshit comes your way. “Yeah, this salad has tomatoes on it. I was very specific when I said that I don’t want tomatoes,” she says with a stern, condescending tone. “Great! So I’ll go ahead and get the chopped salad without tomatoes,” you say with that clear fake customer service voice. You take the plate from in front of her. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” The woman scoffs, “Yeah, you can take this off our bill.”

Your eyebrows raise in response to her audacity. “So, you don’t want the salad anymore?” you ask. The woman shakes her head. “What are you stupid? Yes, I want my salad,” she screamed. You laugh as you place her plate back onto the table. “You can’t have both, honey,” you say with a stern whisper. You lean your hands onto the table. “Do you want to eat the salad that you’re going to pay for, or do you want nothing, ma’am?” The woman gasps, as though you stabbed her with a fork from her plate. She nods, hiking up a side of her top lip. “One salad with no tomatoes coming right up,” you smile.

As you walk by your other tables, you hear laughter and someone say, “Nice! I love dinner and a show.” You stop and turn to him. You are prepared to give him the highest level of sass for the day. That’s what they should expect coming in to your diner. As soon as your eyes reach him, your face deadpans. This man looked like a god damned angel. His jaw chiseled and enough to make a grown woman cry. His eyes so damn green the whole world could have stopped but you would have never known. His hair gelled up, but in a way that it still looks so natural and amazing to push your hand through. His shirt as green as his eyes. His eyes that are looking right back into yours. Your heart races and you try to calm yourself with some shaky breaths. “How’s your food?” you ask attempting to fill the space.

“I’m not complaining,” he says as he takes a huge bite of his burger. You smile, suddenly having worried thoughts if you had anything in your teeth or if your smile was too big. Turning towards his companion, you notice a much taller gentleman. Just as beautiful, but with darker and longer locks. His eyes just as green. His face more sweet and welcoming, as opposed to drop dead gorgeous like the first one. “How about you?” you ask. He smiles, “It’s great. Thank you.” He pushes around the vegetables within his salad. You smile in response, giving the male model a special wink as you walk away. A smirk resting on his face.

“Brandy, you did not tell me about the male gods at fucking 13!” you say as you land your elbows onto the expo counter. Your heart thumping in your chest. “Oh my god, I know,” she says, meeting you on the counter. “The guy with the short hair already has my number. I will definitely be seeing him later,” she says fanning herself with her receipt pad. “Oo, he’s the one I was looking at too,” you say with a giggle. “Get him, girl.” You look back through the expo window to take one last look at them. The tall one pulled out a laptop and they seemed to now be in a more serious conversation. No matter how serious the discussion must be, the other one is deadly focused on his burger. A man after your own heart.

-xox-

Finally it’s time to close up shop. You have been counting down the minutes. Two in the morning - absolutely disgusting. The crew is finishing up their closing duties, as you count the money from the registers. “Brandy, I have your tips,” you say, waving her money in the air. She walks by, grabbing the cash as she passes. “Thank you!” You turn towards Annie and James, “Y’all are good to go too! I’ll finish up.” Annie makes a confused face and asks, “Are you sure, y/n?” You laugh as you wipe off the front counter. “All good. Head out before I change my mind,” you chuckle. They all rapidly grab their things. The front door’s bell ringing nonstop as they all rush off into the night. You’re left completely alone in the diner. Exactly how and where you’d like to be.

A little more cleaning and you’ll be on your way. But first, some rock. You turn on your headphones and place them carefully into your ears. With a simple hit of the play button, your ear buds flood “Crazy Train.” Pretending to play the drums on each intense beat, you begin to walk over to the back to retrieve your broom. You grab onto it, using it like a fake electric guitar as you play your heart out to the song’s devilish riff. You feel the rush as you yell out the lyrics. You wouldn’t have to worry about anyone hearing you, seeing as your diner is at least 5 miles away from the closest civilization.

As you continue to sweep out any food left under the tables, you hear the front door bell ring. That unbelievable piercing ring that you unfortunately hear through even the most noise cancelling of headphones. “Hey, we’re closed,” you say as you raise from the table and pull a bud out of your ear. You look towards the front door and see it swinging but no one in sight. “Hello?” you say with higher volume, your eyebrows raised. The silence is deafening. Even the air felt unbelievably still and quiet. The hair on your arms begin to raise. You feel goose bumps travel up your back. Every part of your body screaming for you to run out and leave without even seeing anything tangible.

You take a deep breath. Your jaw clenched, teeth grinding against each other. As you slowly back yourself towards a wall, a shadow began to take shape in front of you. A man. Your grasp on the broom tighter than before. “Get the fuck out of here,” you say sternly and powerfully. You approach this unfortunate situation as though he were a bear. Making yourself larger, able to put up more of a fight, and then hope he gets scared off. The shadow moves closer to you. Instinctually, you bring the broom across your body - ready to swing if needed. But god, you hope you wouldn’t need to do that. “I got 9-1-1 already on the way. They should be here any fucking minute!” You scream loudly, knowing full well that your phone is on the front counter. As the body continues to slowly move to you, the moonlight shines perfectly against its teeth. It’s incredibly long, sharp teeth.

With that sight, you drop the broom and run towards the back. You hear tables being pushed around and growling as you rush towards the back door. Adrenaline pumping throughout your body. You’re terrified, but your body pushes you to keep moving. The shadow jumps over the counter in an attempt to lessen the distance between you two. With one swing, you feel claws rip through your lower back. Pain shoots up your spine. Your legs unfortunately buckle at the sudden red hot sensation.

You land right onto your face. Your hands taking most of the beating, but your forehead having taken quite the smack onto the kitchen floor. Dizzily, you attempt to raise your head - looking for any potential weapon that could help you defend yourself. Very slowly, you feel the shadow’s body straddle yours. Biting deeply into your lip, you try to hold back your whimpers. This is it. You’re going to die. You’re not ready. And that’s when you hear it. “I-I didn’t want to do this. I can’t s-stop. I’m so sorry, y/n,” a familiar voice whispers. With a quick hit to the back of your head, you are unconscious.

-xox-

Pulsating beats flood through your head. The pain in the base of your skull leaving you nauseous. You feel a trail of dried blood resting on your eyebrows, nose, and lip. You attempt to look around, but your eyes are too shaky and blurry. You hear, “Oh thank god, you’re okay.” A sweet, small voice shoots through your hazy vision. “Where am I?” you mumble. Your throat and lips were dry. Your voice cracked to the point where it left you in pain. Whatever hit you took, it was bad. It is incredibly difficult to hold your own at this moment. You close your eyes as to not get nauseous.

As you slightly shift your weight, you feel a deep pain in your shoulder’s joints. You realize that your arms are hanging above your head. Wrists tied together. Your toes barely grazing the floor. The rope being the only thing holding you up right now. “We’re in deep shit, but we’re going to help each other get out, okay?” a voice appears. You turn and open your eyes in the direction of the voice. It’s a girl. You don’t know her, yet your life might depend on her now. Her arms tied above her head as well. “What do we do?” you say with a whisper. You can see her moving and twisting about.

Looking around, you find yourself in a room that looks like it was made by Lincoln-Logs. A fire burning and crackling in the cornered chimney. You focus your efforts into slowing your breathing - attempting to remain calm despite this terrifying situation. “Do you see that table next to you?” the girl says, nodding towards your left. You twist your body to see the small end table. A butter knife laying atop it with other surrounding knick knacks. It is rather far from you, but you could reach it at the risk of popping your shoulder out. Hey, it’s better than dying. You nod towards the girl.

With a pointed toe, you attempt to pull the table closer to you. Your foot finally hooking around its leg. As you lean more of your weight onto your right side, the rope digs deeply into your wrist. You feel it dragging and ripping against your skin. You let out a shaky breath, pain lingering down your arm. With a bit more force, you are able to flip the table on its side with a crashing noise. Your movements now more rushed than before. “Yes, yes! Okay, now grab it!” she screams towards you. You quickly move your eyes towards her. “Be quiet. We don’t know where they are,” you whisper softly. You turn back towards the task at hand. Using your toes, you grip onto the base of the knife. “Okay, now can you lift it up or something?” she says with a whisper. You nod and attempt to raise your leg towards her. Your weight resting on just your big toe.

As you lift your leg, attempting to get it high enough to reach the girl’s hands, your back sends deafening pains through your limbs. “Fuck!” you yell. You drop the knife harshly into the floor. Your weight quickly drops onto your joints, sending another rush of destruction throughout your body. Suddenly, you hear a door burst open behind you. The pain leaving you with an inability to move. The girl gasps and shudders in response to the shadow re-emerging.

“What are you doing?” the familiar voice shakes you to your core. You stay as still as possible, as though he won’t be able to see you. “Don’t make this worse than it has to be,” he says hesitantly. “Let me the fuck out of here, James!” the girl screams. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. Before you can stop yourself, you turn towards him. Your eyes landing on his face. You get the pleasure of having emotional pain on top of your physical. James is - was - so important to you. He’s always been there for you. He’s always had your back. He’s always supported you as you pushed your way through the glass wall at the diner. Yet here he is.

You desperately keep your eyes from his. You feel him scan your body from top to bottom. “Keep your mouth shut, June,” he says in a terrifying tone you don’t recognize. He walks towards the girl slowly, as though he was stalking her. As he walks past you, you catch a glimpse of sharp nails extending from his fingers. The sight leaves shivers up your spine. This is not normal. “Please, James. Please just let me go. Please,” she whispers. Before she’s able to say anything else, a growl erupts from him. He pulls his elbow back and thrusts it deep within her chest.

With an audible gasp, you find yourself absolutely petrified. Your entire body begins to shake, but you cannot pull your eyes from James and June. June’s mouth gapes open, a permanent expression of shock upon her face. James growls loudly in her face as he pulls his hand back from her torso. You surprisingly were able to look down at his hand - there rests her heart. It gradually slows its beat. You remain absolutely still. You oddly don’t feel pain in your body, despite the grueling torture you’ve experienced so far. James quickly rushes the heart into his mouth. He took a bite, breathing incredibly deep with satisfaction.

James slowly turns towards you as he takes another bite. His face completely covered in blood. His eyes a golden yellow now, despite normally having blue eyes. “Do you want some, y/n?” he says with a deep laugh. You cringe away from him as he lifts June’s heart to your face. Gritting your teeth together, you continue to place distance. Tears welling within your eyes. Your body shakes at his closeness. James quickly pulls away, his eyebrows furrowing together. As a tear falls down your cheek, he lifts his sharp claw to your face. He wipes away the drop. “I-I’m so sorry, y/n. You don’t deserve this,” he says. His entire demeanor shifting so quickly it leaves you unbalanced. You could swear that his eyes were slowly flooding with blue.

“I’m just so hungry,” James says softly. “And there was no one else. I don’t want to do this.” You remain quiet, continuing to shake uncontrollably. He slowly takes another bite of June’s heart, maintaining eye contact. Before you could process everything, a force bursts through the window. The glass thrashes throughout the room. James drops his meal and rushes towards the window. You hear loud grunts and growls. Following the sounds, your eyes land on James fighting the tall man from the diner. You must have truly hit your head, because there is no way that this is real life. You watch as the tall man attempts to raise his gun towards James. He attempts to claw at the man. The tall man continues to throw punches while seemingly attempting to avoid James’ mouth. You begin to feel lightheaded, wanting to simply give up.

As they continue to swing at each other, growing bloodier and bloodier by the second, you hear the door open behind you softly. Suddenly, you feel someone’s body against your back. A comforting voice says, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Without taking a beat, you fall back towards the voice. Your eyes close as you drop your guard. You could hear a snapping of the rope and sudden release of pressure on your wrists as you flail back onto their chest. With a soft grip, they quickly lift your arm around their shoulder. You try your best to keep your torso up, but it continues to prove difficult. Continually tripping over your feet, you make it through the threshold of the front door.

You are met with a cool rush of air. The sun rising in the distance. You watch as someone supports you towards a car - an older, yet loved car. Your vision completely blurry. The comforting voice speaks again, “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to lay you down and I will be right back. We’ll get out of here soon.” It opens the backdoor of the car. Ever so gently, the man supports you in lying down on your side in the backseat. Several bangs suddenly ring through the air. The tall man must have gotten his shot. As you lean back onto the seat, you recognize the comforting voice as the male god from the diner. He rushes saying, “I’ll be right back.” As he straightens up, he pulls his own gun from his waistline and closes the car’s door.

The next few moments were small and quick blurbs of coming in and out of consciousness. You remember the male god throwing the tall one into the passenger side. He seems to be in pain, open cuts against his check. Blood staining his face and hair. The male god jumped into the driver’s seat and quickly reversed, leaving a screeching sound in the air. “Sam, Sammy! Are you good?” he says with increasing intensity. “I’m good, Dean. I’m good,” the tall one replies with evident fatigue. “Y/n, are you okay?” he says, adjusting his rearview mirror to see you. “I’m okay,” you say in a soft mumble.

You feel the car moving very quickly. “Where are we going?” you say. The two men continue to converse outside of your earshot. “Where are we going?” you say loudly. They continue to speak, unable to hear you for some reason. The lack of response leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of distrust. Opening your eyes, you see what looks like a machete underneath the passenger seat. With another surge of anxiety, you grab the blade, push yourself up despite the pain. You lift the tip of the machete against the tall one’s throat. His nostrils flared in nervousness. His hands begin to raise. The driver continuing to thrash his head between you and the road. “Where. Are. We. Going?” you ask sternly. The tall one hesitantly replies, “We’re going somewhere safe. We saved you, y/n.” “Where?!” you yell, your eyes closing due to your deteriorating energy. “Flamingo Bay Motel,” the driver spits out. Before you are able to acknowledge the answer, you loosen your grip on the machete. It falls upon the tall one’s lap, as you fall and hit your head harshly against the leather of the back seat. Another bout of unconsciousness envelops you.

- xox -

In and out of consciousness, you find yourself carried from the backseat and into a room. You are unsure of who is moving you. As you are laid carefully on your stomach, you feel the comfort of a slightly softer surface - compared to the car’s seats. The side of your face gently placed onto a pillow. You find yourself back into a state of sleep. In another string of regained consciousness, you hear voices above you. “Dean, we gotta do something about her wounds. Her back is scratched to hell,” the first voice says. You feel the sensation of someone touching the bottom of your shirt. Slowly, they lift your shirt. You involuntarily wince at the pain as the clothing sticks do your back, drenched in dried and fresh blood. “It’s going to be okay, y/n,” a lower toned voice calls out. “Okay, we’re going to need more bandages and antibiotics. Go grab those and I'll start on the stitches.” The first voice agrees as you hear a rush of movements out the door. Another calming “you’re okay” leads you into another fog of unconsciousness.

You awake to a sudden cold touch on your back. Hands begin to push a piece of fabric onto your lower back. Your eyelids slowly open and land onto the male god’s face. Part of you is excited to see him. The other part terrified seeing as you don’t yet know his role in this trauma. Following his gaze, you realize he is staring at your ass. Your eyebrows furrow in a mixture of bewilderment, disappointment, and shock. The slight movement of your face draws his sight towards you. His eyes widen, deep green irises full of shock. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, blood flushing towards his cheeks. “What?” another voice replies behind you. “Oh, nothing,” the man says, sinking his chin towards his chest. As your eyes slowly close again, you notice the sky darkening beyond the window’s curtains.

With a groan, you lift your head from the pillow. You feel as though you were hit by an 18-wheeler. Moving your hands by your pillow, you raise your torso off of the bed. As your lower back arches, you feel an intense agony spread through your back. You yelp at the sensation and drop your body down. A quiet voice says, “Oh, oh, oh. Don’t try to move, y/n. Let me help you.” You feel a comforting hand press against your upper back, supporting you as you attempt to lift from your side. You slowly swing your legs around the edge of the bed.

Looking up, you recognize the tall man. A new bloodied bandage across his cheek. The remaining blood cleaned from his face. “I’m going to ask you some quick questions, okay? What’s your name?” he says calmly. With a mumble, you reply, “Y/n.” He laughs nervously, elated at your response. “Okay, and do you know where you are?” Your head feels like it’s about to explode. You have never felt this intensity from a migraine. Squinting as you raise your eyes towards his, you say, “Flamingo Bay Hotel.” A blunt chuckle generates from a corner of the room. “Close enough,” the low toned, male model replies.

Addressing him, you ask, “What happened?” The tall one pulls a chair up to the mattress. “We’re actually hoping you could tell us,” he replies softly. You close your eyes, raising your hand to your temple. Applying some pressure, you answer, “I was closing up the diner. I heard the front bell and then this shadow came at me.” The male model in the corner stands up, walking closer to you. His arms crossed against his chest. “A shadow?” he asks. You open your eyes to look at him. “Yes, a shadow. I could also see claws and these really terrifying teeth. He scratched my back,” you reply. “Before I knew it, I was hanging from my arms in this shitty ass cabin. H-he,” your words choke you as you attempt to continue. With a clearing of your throat, you share, “He killed that girl, June.” The tall one quickly turns toward his companion. “June Emery,” he says quickly.

“You knew her?” you ask. He turns back to you slowly. “No, she, uh, she went missing about a day or two before he got you,” he answers softly. With the brief mention of “him,” it all comes flooding back. Without realizing it, you mutter, “James.” The tall one leans closer towards you. “Yes, James Carlton,” he says with a bit of excitement. “Do you know where he lives?” You look up towards him, a confused face meeting his. “Why would you go to his house?” With a twist of his neck, he nervously speaks while gesturing with his hands. “Well, we need to find him-” Quickly, you rise from the mattress. Looking down towards him, you raise your voice, “You didn’t fucking kill him?!”

The tall one backed his chair from you slowly. The male god raising his hand towards you. “It’s okay,” you hear him say. Finally, the voice that you’ve been listening to - that’s comforted you. “We’re going to get him, y/n,” he says gently. You breathe harshly through your nostrils. You are not satisfied by that answer whatsoever. It was not good enough. James should be dead for what he did. Your fists begin to ball up. “I don’t even know who you guys are. I’m fucking leaving,” you say rushing towards the door. The two boys instinctually move towards the door, blocking you from escaping.

“I’m Sam,” the tall one says with a soft tone. “And this is my brother, Dean. We saved you from James two days ago. You’ve been in and out since then. We want to make sure that this doesn’t happen to anyone again.” The model, Dean, continues to sternly stare at you. Looking at Sam, you whisper, “I want to go home.” They continue to stand in your way. “I don’t care if you guys come. I just need my medicine and-and I’ll tell you whatever you need to know, okay?” Sam nods, looking quite concerned. “Dean’ll take you,” he says. Dean raises his hands, his mouth open. “What are you going to do?” he says. You watch, disgusted, while expecting some annoying brother-like banter. “I’m going to canvas the neighbors,” Sam says softly, leaning towards Dean. “You know, just in case,” he mutters discretely. Rolling your eyes, you push forcefully through the two men and walk towards the unforgettable car.

After an excruciatingly silent car ride, you finally reach your house. With a wince, you slowly raise from the passenger’s side. Dean rushes around his car’s front to support your arm. “I’ve got you,” he says softly. You both walk towards your house. After a night like you’ve had, you would imagine being home would give you a sense of comfort or safety. But it just leaves you with an empty feeling. You finally open the door after a few seconds of struggling with the keys. “So what’s this medicine you need so bad?” Dean asks, walking through the threshold. You chuckle as you walk towards your living room. In your first aid kit, you grab hold of the fragrant joint you got a hold of last week. "I’ve been saving this for something special,” you sigh. “Fuck it.” He laughs as he walks towards you. Placing the j between your lips, you ask, “You smoke?”

“No, I don’t smoke during a case,” Dean says, taking a look at your living room. You shrug and begin to light the joint. “A case?” you ask with a giggle. He turns towards you with confusion as you suck in a puff. “Ah,” you say releasing a long trail of smoke. “Yeah, this should take care of these aches. No problem.” Turning back towards him, you ask, “If you don’t smoke, what do you do?” Dean smiles, walking towards you. “I’m a beer man,” he says confidently. Your eyes widen in excitement. “Oh, I’ve got that too!” He follows you as you glide towards the kitchen. You grab a cold beer from your fridge, and proceed to sit on your small kitchen table. With a wave, you invite him to join you.

Dean sits down slowly. He twists off the cap of his beer and takes a quick swig. “James lives in an apartment back in town, on Pentrose Ave. I doubt he’d go back there after all this,” you say. He leans his elbows onto the table. “Is there any where else he’d end up?” he asks with a serious inflection to his voice. “Where was the cabin?” you ask as your press your finger back onto your temple. “It was about 3 miles behind your diner. Pretty hidden in those woods,” he says as he takes another sip of his beer. “Well, there’s an old mining tunnel a few miles into the woods. It’s supposedly haunted by ghosts and shit,” you say laughing to yourself, taking another puff.

With a sudden deadpanned face, you take the moment to realize that you might actually believe in those ‘ghosts and shit’ now. What happened two nights ago was not normal. He was not normal. “What was - What happened to James?” you ask hesitantly. Dean sharply stopped sipping on his beer. He slowly places the bottle onto the table. “He was turned into a werewolf,” he says quietly. His eyes fixated on your face - attempting to prepare himself for whatever reaction you gave. “A werewolf,” you repeat slowly. Somehow the unbelievable makes whole lot of sense to you. “He seems to target important women in his life. Three women, including you and June, have gone missing,” he says emotionless.

“And they eat hearts,” you whisper. Dean looks at you with surprise. His eyebrows furrow together. Concern plastered throughout his face. “Yes.” With a sucking of your lip, you keep your eyes down. “He ate June,” you mutter. He reaches his hand towards your chin. With a slight push from his jaw, he maintains eye contact with you. “He did and he will never do that again. You are safe,” he says matter of factly. His green eyes intensely looking at yours. You can see the pain in them, but you note the strength and power behind them. Luckily for you, heroes are just as beautiful as they make them out to be.

Pulling your eyes from him, you question, “So, you guys patched up my back? I don’t have to worry about any surprise hospital bills?” Dean laughs, following your lead in the conversation. “Yeah, you’ll have a pretty bad ass scar.” Taking another puff, you chuckle, “Great, just what I need.” He leans forward, touching your hand. “Hey, scars are sexy,” he whispers. You giggle in response. “You sure you weren’t just looking at my ass while you stitched me up?” you reply with a twist of your head and a raise of your brow. That familiar flush presents on his cheeks.

“Oh, so you remember that,” Dean states, taking a large sip and leaning back into the chair. His hand slowly leaving yours. “Yeah, a bit hard to forget given everything,” you say with a smirk. “I’m sorry,” he says with a hand to his face. You lean forward to hold his other hand before he could place it further away from you. “Don’t worry, I liked it,” you whisper. His eyebrows rise and a smirk appears on his face. He scoffs as he rubs his thumb against the back of your hand. With a smile, you squeeze your hand and raise from the table. You walk towards your ashtray on the counter and flick off the cherry of your joint.

With a smooth quick movement, you walk towards your bedroom’s French doors - swiftly opening them. You turn your head around towards Dean as he continues to sit at the table. “I’m going to bed,” you say softly. With a slow back and forth, you lower the waist band of your jeans. You bend over as you push them down towards your ankles. As you step out from them and continue forward, you mention, “You can join me if you’d like.” You smile as you hear a loud grinding of the chair against the floor. His steps rushing towards you.

Dean carefully places his hands on your waist as you walk into your bedroom. With a look over your shoulder, you ask, “Can you help me take this off?” He smiles, biting his lip. He slowly lifts your white top off of you. You wince at the intense ache as you raise your arms. “Are you okay?” he asks as he plants the gentlest kisses onto your neck. You spin around and place your hands on his low back - pulling him closer. As you maintain eye contact, you lean towards him and kiss him gently. His lips felt like clouds, soft and generous. His body refreshing against yours. You feel his hands gripping onto your hair. You slowly press your tongue against his lips. His softly meets yours in a loving embrace.

You both begin to walk towards the bed. Sustaining kisses throughout the action. Dean slowly lowers you onto the mattress. His touch leaving you with a jolt of excitement and pleasure. As he leans onto you, you unfortunately feel weight onto your bandages. You attempt to hold in the wince as much as you could. You had hoped that the weed would have softened your pain receptors. Unfortunately, he was able to notice. “Is your back hurting you, y/n?” he says in an angelic voice. You nod, leaning into another kiss. He pulls away, staring at your face. You watch as his eyes shift focus on different aspects of your body. He smiles and leans past your face towards your ear. “Turn over,” he says softly.

With his support, you slowly flip over. Dean instinctually grabs one of your smaller pillows and places it under your hips - leaving your ass up in the air. “Perfect,” he says as he lands kisses on the dimples of your low back. You grip tightly onto the pillow below your face. His hands start on the side of your thighs and up to your hips. Your body is filled with pins and needles. He hooks his fingers below your panty line and begins to pull them down. You shake at his touch. A wetness forming between your legs as he pulls ever so slowly.

“God, you’re amazing,” Dean says breathlessly. You grip even harder onto your pillow, knowing that you are fully on display for him. He begins with his finger traveling up and down your pussy, gathering slick. He releases short breaths. You softly begin to moan, so terribly excited for what would come next. With a swift but gentle movement, Dean spreads your legs apart. He leans himself closer into the gap. He slowly circles his finger onto your clit. Your legs tighten against his body. He lands tender kisses onto your ass as he squeezes his hands onto your thighs.

Dean’s kisses grow closer and closer to your pussy. It leaves your thighs desperately shaking. Your body aches for his touch. Aches for his mouth. Aches for him. As his lips finally reach, a tongue slowly emerges and laps up your slick. He feels absolutely incredible against you. Your heart begins to race. Your clit starts to pulsate to a steady beat. “Dean,” you moan aloud. He quickly shushes you as though you were distracting him. He traces his tongue deep against your skin. You release harsh breaths and begin to bite onto your pillow. Dean slowly pushes his tongue deep within you. His finger continuing to stimulate your clit. Your hips begin to wiggle at the extreme pleasure.

Every so often, Dean would come up for air. He continued to moan your name with each breath. You begin to tense around his tongue and finger. Your walls begin to tighten, furiously craving him. He slowly pulls out from you. He returns to kisses on your cheeks, leaving you with a flood of intensity in your groin. With a sudden movement, he bites down onto your skin - moving back and forth between cheeks sweetly. It leaves you with a white hot sensation, but a frantic need for more. He then traces his tongue onto your ass. It slowly comes closer and closer to your hole.

You tense up, never having done anything like this before. Dean’s hands gently guide you and relax your body. His tongue begins to circle your hole, leaving you with an almost overwhelming rush of pleasure. You moan louder into the pillow, learning something new about yourself. “Fuck Dean,” you blurt out. He continues to circle your hole. His hands gripping harder against your cheeks. As you struggle to maintain your breathing, he quickly pulls from your hole and slams his tongue deep within your pussy. He drags his tongue in and out of you with a quick and sudden pace. You feel your body collapsing onto him. A hard, hot beating felt up to your ears. Your walls pulsating around his tongue. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you scream desperately. You feel a giggle against your skin, as he grips harder onto you. That all too familiar pit in your stomach begins to appear. Without realizing it, you begin to move your hips back into him. As your moans increase, he begins to make more noise against you. Each of his grunts leaving you in a whole other level of pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum. Fuck Dean!” you scream as your cum releases into his mouth. You feel your toes curling. Your body tensing against him. You feel lightheaded through the extreme gratification.

As you continue to ride out your high, you grind your bottom against his face. A man has never ate you out as well as he has. Of course, you would never tell him that. As your movements slow, Dean raises from your legs and lands himself beside you. You grab onto his shirt and pull him closer to you. He wraps his arm underneath your pillow. His fingers tangling within your hair. Your head resting softly against his chest. “Shit,” you say, out of breath. He laughs as he plants a kiss against your forehead. You look down towards his jeans and see a rather large bulge. A smile forms across your face as you bite your lip. Dean follows your eye line and smirks. He uses his other hand to slowly unbutton his jeans.

You giggle looking up towards his chin. “Oh, were you expecting something?” you whisper sarcastically. Dean chuckles, “Well, I didn’t expect you to be a pillow princess, but that’s fine, y/n.” You scoff, raising yourself from his chest. “I am not a pillow princess! But ... I am definitely going to leave you wanting more.” He bites his lip and pulls you back down towards him. “God, you are so beautiful,” he says with a tight grip around your shoulders. You lean up and kiss his jaw and eventually land upon those supple lips. “I know,” you whisper. “I’m going to make us some pancakes,” you say enthusiastically as you pull away from his chest. “No way,” he says with a sudden serious tone.

With a giggle, you prance into the kitchen and begin to make your famous pancakes. “Go clean up, I’ll get started,” you say pointing towards your bathroom. Once he’s washed his face, Dean slowly returns to the kitchen. He leans onto the threshold, biting his lip, as he watches this beautiful naked woman cooking him up some pancakes. “They do say ‘food is the best way to a man’s heart’,” he shares with a smile. You turn towards him with a hum, “Hm, your heart, huh? You already feeling something here, baby?” You wave your whisk between the two of you. With a laugh, he says, “I already know I will be coming back for more.” With a smile, you return back to your cooking. “I hope you will,” you whisper to yourself.

After watching this man eat your pancakes in less than 2 minutes, Dean leans back onto his chair with a hand on his stomach. “Shit, that was good,” he smiles. You take another bite of your first pancake. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you say. “Oh, baby. I enjoyed every minute,” Dean says with a confident smirk. It is your turn to blush. With another bite, he reaches into his pocket. He grabs a flip phone. “What the hell?” you chuckle. “It’s a classic,” he replies with a wink. As his eyes land onto his phone’s screen, his facial expression shifts. A sudden switch from happiness to stern and serious. The change so drastic that it leaves you asking what was wrong. As he pulls his eyes away from his phone, he whispers, “Sam didn’t check in. He should have checked in by now.” He quickly pushes off from the table and begins to gather his things. “Something’s wrong,” he says gravely.

You quickly rush to grab your clothes as he finds his keys in the living room. “Just stay here, y/n. I’ll come back for you,” Dean says sternly without looking back. “I’m coming with,” you reply. He slowly turns towards you. “Look, I don’t have time to deal with this. You stay here. I will come back for you,” he says impassively. As he slightly opens your front door, you land your palm closing it loudly. “Let me be clear. I will be going after James whether you’re there or not. So I will be helping you get back Sam and kill that fucker in the process.” Dean watches your eyes intently. He recognizes your passion. He acknowledges your strength. He also knows that he might end up having to save two asses instead of just his brother’s. With a clenching of his jaw, he mutters, “Fine. Let’s move.” You follow him out the door.

—- x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x —-

note: i hope you liked it! let’s pretend it makes sense for someone who got their back ripped up to later get their ass eat up. what do you think? lmk your thoughts in the comments or reblogs!

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 2 years

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Baby

Picture from Pinterest | Dividers from @firefly-graphics

Summary: You were just helping a friend out. Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader Squares: Sex Toys for @spnaubingo // Free Space for @supernatural-jackles' Tell Me A Story Bingo Warnings: Alternative Universe, Lingerie, Sex toys, Model, Self-love Word Count: 773

When your best friend offered you a job, you said yes without hesitation. You should’ve asked what it was before agreeing, but if you were being honest, you should’ve imagined the job. She owned a small lingerie business and was planning on opening a sex shop too, you should’ve known better.

So, when you got a package from her, you knew you were in a big mess.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” you asked her over the phone looking at the set. “Model it, take some pictures, and share them with me.” You sighed, “I’ll do it only if the pictures are faceless”

“Whatever it works with you, I just need the set to be as visible as possible”

This was a big challenge for you, you’ve never loved your body, never felt comfortable with showing skin, and this was something that you’ve never in your life crossed your mind.

The next day before taking the pictures, you decided it was the perfect chance to pamper yourself, taking a long relaxing bath, shaving the entirety of your body with that expensive shaving cream you really loved, using that hydrating creme that made your skin glow. You wanted to do this perfectly.

Once you had some pictures, you sent them to your friend. She was in love with them. They were exactly what they needed, were their words.

And that’s how you became a lingerie model.

Every week, your best friend gave you a new set for you to take pictures with it. You’d started to explore different poses and angles for the pictures. You really wanted the pictures to work out.

With each picture, your best friend showered you with compliments; slowly you started to love yourself but especially, your body.

One night you arrived at your apartment after your everyday job, and there was a huge black box waiting on your door.

”What did you send?” You asked your best friend, who you were talking to over the phone. “Uh, nothing? Why?”

“There is a huge black box on my front door” you explained, “Ok, no, it wasn’t me, but get inside and open it!” your best friend hurried, “Ok, give me a sec”

Once you were inside with the box, you proceed to open it, “Still there?” you asked and your best friend was heard through the speaker “you really think I’m gonna leave without knowing?”

“So, the inside box is pink and it’s covered with what it looks like to be velvet” you started to explain. “What’s underneath?”

After removing that cover, the next item you found was lingerie, a lot of them. “Lingerie,” you said like it was obvious, “lots of them” you continued explaining while removing some of them from the box. “Wait, there’s another box inside and there’s a card on top of it”

You removed the rest of the lingerie and took the box out along with the card. The first thing you opened was the box, there were several devices in it and you were confused, so next, you opened the envelope with a card in it that read:

I hope you are a playful princess and keep entertained with these toys. PS: If you don’t know how to make them work, give me a call. I’ll gladly help. Dean Winchester, CEO of Baby

“Oh my god,” your best friend exclaimed, “Dean Winchester is our new investor for the sex shop, I didn’t have the time to talk to you about him” they explained. You were confused, how did he know who you were? How did he know where you live?

Your brain was coming up with a lot of questions, but then, your friend interrupted your chain of thoughts, “Girl, call the man, even if you do know how that thing, whatever that is, works. He is interested in you” They admitted, you sighed, said your goodbyes, and ended the call.

You were intrigued about this man and this thing he sent you, but, after all the questions you had, this was part of your job.

You kept looking at the box with your phone in hand, whatever this was, it didn’t sound like a creep. He was going to be working with you.

Next thing you knew, you were calling him, after the second ring, the call was picked up, “hey sweetheart, good to know you’re curious. There’s going to be a car waiting for you in fifteen minutes. Don’t worry about the box. I have more with me. Can’t wait to see you” and the call ended, you weren’t able to say anything. What the hell has just happened?

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xenaxena · 10 months

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hello!

my name is xena (not really) and this is a side blog i have purely for sexy times (smut, porn, call it what you want)

my masterlist — i have written for dean winchester and beau arlen

i’m 20 years old, and if you interact with me you must be over the age of 18. (almost) every post will be nsfw, you are responsible for your content consumption and i won’t be held accountable.

i’m planning to write for supernatural, the boys, marvel, dc, and other stuff with those actors/actresses. (no rpf, only the characters they play)

currently writing for most jensen ackles characters (dean winchester, ben/soldier boy, beau arlen, jason teague, jake gray, alec/x5-494) and taking requests.

if you have a request don’t hesitate to send it! i will not be writing w*ncest or non/con but other then that, ask away! (if i’m uncomfortable with the request i will simply voice that and move on, no hard feelings)

i only right “x female reader” but the character(s) can be any gender

ps - if you find my main blog, please keep this blog separate (name, fandoms, etc) thanks. also, i would very much appreciate it if you let me know you connected the dots lol (either through anon or messages just please let me know!!)

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impalaslytherin · 2 years

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ICARUS

So I watched "Red Meat " episode of season 11 yesterday ( well I am new to this show and lazy audience ) and that apex of sacrificial Dean I was so heartbroken damn how much of sacrificial Dean was needed for the show 🥺written from the reader's point of view PS A sad story and angst ❤️ but it was sad episode I can't help it

Story Warning - Mention of suicide ,self harm ...

Silence ,no it was numbness surrounded in her mind ,she was not thinking straight as soon she got to know what Dean did to save Sam this time well it's not he tried everything already but swallowing those pills and dying this time it was different it felt different but who's she is fooling she always knew this Sam and Dean are practically soulmates and nothing and nobody can come in between them she knew this before being friends with Dean and then further more to him

But is there any further more or it was just her daydream but today it clear the air of that daydream the minute Sam in danger dean will forget everything and everyone and try to save him with whatever he can giving his own life well he is Picasso of this art even the reaper seems to be bore with this repetition but Dean doesn't care and he did not care at this hunt too but after knowing everything even after that well she is not jealous with Sam she is happy beyond happy he is safe and they both are safe but Dean couldn't he try something else ,he didn't stop and think for her and the unborn soul before swallowing those pills not once just before the hunt it was all promise of apple pie life at night Dean being all romantic and cheesy but in this hunt he suddenly forgot the mere existence of her well things were pretty clear in between them but such direct ignorance from his side it was something that was ripping her heart off till now she agreed with every thing he said keeping their intimate relationship intimate not telling anyone about it but today she wanted him to fight harder but what she can do she fell in love with brother who already sold his soul for his brother what did she thought of he would forget Sam and run into her arms no but she knew Dean can fight harder but the question what did he want weather he wanted to fight harder or not at the bunker when everyone was joking about what Dean did after knowing Sam was dead it was not funny between them silent glances were exchanged between them he was ignoring her no one knows what he did no one knows whats going on between so know one really knows whats goes on with Dean Winchester she knows she is close with him and now it's like being close with sun it's nothing but killing her she don't know what to do with this proximity she loves him she cares for him she respects him but she can't be just a sidekick someone needs to find a space she needs to accept the hard truth before it gets too late isn't this late enough but still she needs to Clarify things once things got settled after dinner she told Dean to meet her he knew what this was all about he shouldn't have told her the details but man can her really keep things away from her she scans his lie like an x-ray machine well she is good at it reading people's mind she is his sherlock Holmes but today can he face her he betrayed her and somewhat he is half relaxed that Sam is safe and other half is breaking from inside that how can he not think of her and his nevermind it's his reflexes to save Sam by forgetting everyone and everything but how can he forget about his own child ...are reflexes that strong he know her she wanted things straight as arrow she is not the one who think about fake promises she always stand for hard truth maybe with him she sometimes forget about it but not today

"so hunt was successful " she said well sarcasm was there

Before he could say something

" you know what whatever it is just answer my questions and honestly " she continues further and he could spot the tears and rage in her eyes

"did you think of me and the child before swallowing those pills ,for once and don't even lie that half of your soul or entirely you are relaxed that Sam is safe and you don't regret your decision "

"just say it "

He couldn't say anything but damn his green eyes saying something he didn't even mean at that time or did he mean it

She kept looking at him everything was slipping away from her hands but wait she is an idiot to think of everything with Dean well expert of giving everything just for for the sake of Sam that's his hobby and favourite thing to do how can she think he can look at things differently

"I am sorry " that's what he come up with I am sorry well for what they both were not aware of ...

But here she is at the crossroad she made for herself

Wiping the tears away standing close to him probably one last time one last time feeling him she hugged him tightly she don't want to loose him but tough decision are to be made whatwill happen if gets on full sacrificial mode once the kid will be born with Dean 's record that happens thrice in a week god wonder how much he hates himself how undeserving he think of himself she hates she is thinking of leaving him isn't she being too much selfish and him being not all selfish there's no balance thsts the problem but a mother always choose the kid isn't a second later touching his lips looking at his green eyes probably one last time savouring the moment

"you know my reflexes of saving Sam overshadow rest of my reasoning "

"he don't even realise how lucky he is to have you in his life "

"I think he knows "

" he must know else I will kill him and this time you will not be able to save him "

He chuckled

"so it's final " he asked

" I think so I need sometime " she stated

" you are mad at me right "he continued

" well the minute I said yes to you I know this come with package you being self sacrificial and all and Sam being top most priority of yours ofc I know this and don't judge me ok I am still not that girl who comes in between brothers I am still not but all I am saying ...well it break my heart after knowing what you did today I am allowed to feel that way "

He was kind of suprise at her words he never guessed someone would be this much heartbroken after listening his death well aside from Bobby and Sam but still he always thinks of putting others before himself it's more of a habbit and when it's Sam then nothing counts before him and now seeing her this much vulnerable god he really hurt her but what else he could do

" you know Dean your life does count more than being a sacrificial lamb you should know it " she said

" well aside being awesome in bed this is my expertise "he winked

Hitting him hard on his chest

"you don't get to joke about this ok I am serious and aside from that escaping tough conversation is your expertise too "

Still embracing each other

She further continues

"I need sometime to think about all this where we stand but you should know this fact I don't give up easily accept it Dean you are a broken man and very defination of broken to me is something that can be fixed but let me fix myself first "

"I will try till my last breath to make you realise the worth of your life "

"you should not waste your life on me "he said

"well you should have said this little early " she chuckled yet anger and sorrow in her voice

Saying that she kissed him and left the bunker probably she might not be able to fix him or she might left him for betterment she don't know Dean why he have to do this now she is so confused she want it all in her life and she is stubborn to get it but Dean his dreams are no longer alive did he ever dreamt of something of his own or it's just taking care of Sam his duty, his responsibility,his habbit so it's easy for him to choose when there's only one way to go but to her it's perplexed state she must decide something soon

The End

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Dean Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2414 words

Warnings: none

Summary: A skinwalker imitating the reader, but she has one thing it never could.

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You weren’t shocked when you turned the corner to come face to face with yourself.

If you had been in the position of the skinwalker right now, perhaps you would have done the same thing. Replicating you would surely be the best way to get the best of Sam and Dean, at least, in theory.

From where they were standing, there was no real way to know which of you was actually you.

That point was only further proved to you when you heard Dean’s handgun click behind you.

One of you was the shapeshifter, and that was basically all he knew for sure. The only other thing he knew was that he wasn’t going to let it get away.

He was tired of skins.

“Dean, kill it” you ordered, gesturing over to the monster opposite you. In any other case, he would have done as you asked without question but given the circumstances, he couldn’t just do that.

For all he knew, he could have killed you if he listened to the wrong one.

Which was exactly what could have happened, because as soon as you spoke, the skinwalker took its opportunity to do the same. Almost immediately it began begging for Dean to kill you because you were the monster.

You knew that you had to figure something out quickly, before Dean decided to take his shot.

As much as the idea of accidentally shooting you terrified him, he was just as concerned about letting the skin go. You had been tracking it for days, and it had already killed so many people, not killing it wasn’t an option.

Thankfully, just as you were starting to give up, you had an idea.

For the most part, the shifter had copied your appearance a hundred percent but there was something it couldn’t have had.

Not only would it literally be a problem for a creature like that because of what it was but it couldn’t have known about it. The skinwalker hadn’t gotten quite close enough to see what you were hiding.

It was perfect.

Right here, around your neck, was the one thing in the world that could distinguish you from that freak wearing your face.

“Dean, look at me baby, look!” you called, making sure that no matter what the creature said, you were louder, clearer through the fog of it all.

This was a lot at once, but once he saw what you had, it would all be over.

It had to be.

His attention snapped to you immediately, keeping his laser focus which only faltered for a second when he saw what you were holding up for him to see.

The metal sparkled back and forth on the edge of the chain, which made it impossible not to catch his eye.

It was a ring, a pure silver band he’d given you a few summers ago.

It was a gift, albeit one he hadn’t actually expected you to keep. Though, he was glad you had, because it was serving you well right now. If it hadn’t been for that, he wasn’t sure what he would have done.

As soon as the presence of that gift registered in Dean’s mind, and the meaning clicked for him, the gun went off. The silver bullets he’d loaded into that gun earlier pierced the shifter over and over until he’d emptied the clip.

In fact, he didn’t even move until he was sure the skin was dead and gone.

“That son of a bitch could’ve made me kill you” he muttered, walking alongside you back to the impala, obsessing over every little difference between you and the shifter that he should have seen earlier.

He was going to make himself feel bad about it, of course, now that it was after the fact but you knew the truth. There was relatively no difference between you and the shapeshifter, that was how it worked.

He couldn’t have known it was you, not without a little help.

“Don’t beat yourself up, I couldn’t have known any better than you if the roles were reversed” you assured, a soft smile on your lips as you bumped the male with your shoulder.

Maybe you liked to think it would be different but you knew better than that. That was why the shapeshifters did what they did. That was how they survived, and how they kept going, not much different than you.

All they did was what they were designed to.

They were meant to be hunted, just as you were meant to be a hunter.

“Yeah, you're probably right” Dean huffed, though he said it in the way that he always did when he was just saying what he thought you wanted to hear. He didn’t really believe it, even though it had just happened.

You would know who he was, even if one of those freaks strapped on his whole meat suit.

That was why you kept that piece of junk in the first place, which reminded him. Dean had no idea that you would have kept that ring he gave you, especially not after all this time.

It didn’t make sense.

“I didn’t know you still wore that thing” he commented, gingerly taking hold of the ring on the end of the chain, which you had put back around your neck after leaving that horrible place.

For the most part, it never left your person.

For you, it was the first thing that Dean ever gave you and it was so much more than just a ring he’d bought off of one of the hunter’s wives you’d run into on the road. It was a symbol of how much you’d done together, and how much he cared.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of it, even after all this.

“Why wouldn’t I? You gave it to me, was I supposed to just throw it out” you teased, snatching the ring back from him and tucking it back into your flannel. You should have known he would act like this when he found out.

Knowing him, he probably assumed you got rid of it as soon as he gave it to you. Maybe if you had, he wouldn’t be so smug about it right now.

“I don’t know, it just isn’t the kind of thing I thought you’d keep is all” he shrugged, still walking with you, a strange sort of change in his demeanor catching you off guard.

Something was bothering him, something you couldn't have really understood, even if he told you.

In Dean’s eyes, it was different.

That was a little piece of silver, and as far as a gift from your partner went, it was hardly the quality of gift that you deserved. Hell, he would have given you the hope diamond if he could, because that was a much more fitting present.

Compared to that, and everything else you deserved, this little trinket was hardly a scrap of anything.

It was kind of a joke from his perspective, embarrassing that you had kept it this long when it was barely a fraction of what you should have had.

You could have had a family, a couple of kids, and a golden retriever. You should have had all those things and so much more but he couldn’t give you that. This life couldn’t give you that, and he hated it.

...but he wasn’t about to let you go either.

This might not have been what he wanted to give you, or what he thought you deserved, but for what Dean did have, he’d given you everything. You knew that, better than anything, and that was why you kept it.

“Yeah, well I’m not giving it up, so tough luck” you shot back, climbing into the backseat of the impala.

Normally, you liked to ride shotgun but Sam had already sat in the back the whole way here. You didn’t want him to have to do it again for however many hours it took you to get to the next motel.

Besides, if you sat in the back now, you could get some rest before it was time to unload all your duffles and stuff into a new room.

A few extra hours couldn’t hurt.

“So, what’s the deal with the ring?” Sam wondered, breaking up the silence between them in the impala just enough.

All this time, they had been sitting in relative silence, with the exception of your soft snoring and the lull of the road.

He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to interrupt that just to ask about something Dean clearly didn’t want him to know about. If he wanted him to, Sam would have heard about it or seen something before now.

It wasn’t like this was the first time you three had been on a hunt together, after all.

It just hadn’t come out before.

“Sammy, it's not a big deal, don’t worry about it” he groaned, fully aware that no matter what he said, his brother wasn’t going to just let this go. Sam loved all that mushy, lovey dovey crap, and he was always asking about how you two got together.

It was before him, and he constantly wanted to know how it happened. He couldn’t help himself, Sam was a romantic at heart.

“It looked like a big deal to me, just tell me about it” he tried, hoping that would finally sway his older brother, and luckily for him, it seemed to do the trick just fine.

Truth was, Dean had been thinking about that stupid ring since he saw it again and maybe telling the story could be a good time. He hadn’t thought about it in forever, and it was a pretty good story.

“We were hunting this poltergeist a few years back with dad, and we ran into a couple that used to hunt together,”

“They were retired by the time we found ‘em, real rare for hunting types, but anyway, we stayed in their cabin for a couple nights, right?” Dean started, only glancing over at his brother a few times as he talked to make sure he was paying attention.

Sam nodded, that sort of thing wasn’t uncommon in this business, though it was more rare than just staying in the back of cars or in cheap motels that didn’t do background checks.

John certainly wasn't a huge fan of spending time with other hunters but he wasn’t a complete stranger to taking help when he needed it.

“Well, Y/N fit right in, like she always does and made friends with the old guy’s wife” he grinned, recalling the way you’d immediately taken to the two of them, even against John’s every suggestion.

You always got attached, even more so when he told you it wasn’t a good idea.

You took to them so quickly, asking about their grandkids and how they managed to make it all work even with a life of hunting. For you, hunters that were nearly in their sixties seemed like an oddity and you just wanted to learn as much from them as you could.

It wasn’t everyday you got to meet such interesting folks, after all, and being around them gave you a new sense of what being a hunter meant and what it could be.

Even now, he thought that trip must have been one of your favorites.

“Long story short, this lady made jewelry and I could tell she liked it, so I bought that ring off of her, and I guess she never took it off,” he shrugged, finding that this story, albeit one of his favorites, wasn’t that long.

At its core, itt was just a ring.

It served you well today, because even in arts and crafts, hunters couldn’t help but use monster killing material but other than that, it was a trinket more than a promise of anything.

You knew that just as well as Dean did but you didn’t care about that. The material object had never been your focus, for you, the ring was more about what your future could be like if you kept at it.

For all you knew, you and Dean could end up just like Elliot and Bonnie had in forty years or so. That ring was a brilliant reminder of all that, and you weren’t about to toss that away, no matter how trivial it may have seemed to him.

It meant too much for something like that.

“So, you bought her a ring?” Sam clarified, making sure that he got the gist of the story. All in all, it was very you to grab on tightly to such a real idea and it made even more sense to Sam that you kept it.

Dean didn’t ever get into stuff like this before you, and he hardly got into it now that he had you, but you always had.

You were much more sentimental in that regard.

“Yeah, I guess I did”

He had never thought about it before, but that was exactly what he’d done. Dean Winchester bought you a ring, and you’d kept it all this time because you loved him, and he loved you too.

That was what mattered.

This whole time he had been too focused on the fact that the ring he’d bought wasn’t the kind of ring he dreamed about but you didn’t care about that at all. The ring he’d bought was the ring you wanted because it was from him.

That was all that mattered to you.

“You know, it isn’t that rare for hunters to stay together that long. You two could retire too, some day” Sam whispered, his voice much softer this time.

He wasn’t completely sure if he wanted to say it but he couldn’t help himself.

It was true.

There was no reason that you had to be any different than those two were, living in their cabin, and taking in younger hunters who needed a place to sleep for the night.

It was a respectable life, and much more attainable for you and Dean than any apple pie life could be. You weren’t the picket fence type but maybe you were the making silver jewlery and bullet casing kind in retirement.

“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind Sammy” he hummed, his eyes flicking up to his rearview mirror where he could see you, curled up in the backseat, as peaceful and happy as ever.

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littlemessyjessi · 5 years

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“Donuts and Jerky”: Dean Winchester Imagine #Smoochentines Extravaganza!

Dean Winchester Imagine X Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

Vday with Dean...

Honestly, ya’ll had been on a job

You were both covered in gunk

Blood, sweat and grime

Sexy, right?

Yeah, not so much when it’s stuck between your boobs and you’ve got someone else’s blood in your ear

Tired and sore

A Valentine’s tradition at this point in your relationship

So in truth, ya’ll were always pretty chill about it

You’d rent a movie off tv

Take a shower and chill on the couch

However, Dean surprised you

Jerky and pizza from the closest gas station

And the little heart shaped donuts from the bakery

“I know it’s not a fancy date but...”

“It’s perfect.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

“Happy Vday, babe.”

“Also, if you really wanna get me a gift- you can take your shirt off.”

A naughty smile

“Put me down for that too.”

(A/N: Aww, Deano...you adorable man, you.)

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carryonmywaywardcaptain · 3 years

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I’ve somehow managed to fall down the Demon Dean hole....which is new for me, even though he’s always been an irresistible babe.

So, you know.....if y’all wanted to spam me with your fav Demon Dean x reader fics, that’d be cool and I wouldn’t hate it at all 😉😘😎

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justjensenandhisalteregos · 2 months

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x f! Reader, (Big bro vibes) Sam Winchester x f! Reader

Warnings: a bit of sadness and Dean being Dean, not in a good way, a dose of reality from Chuck

A/N: This is very loosely based off the Fanfiction episode and I heard Picture by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow for the first time in a while and I immediately thought it would make a good story. Italics are flashbacks and both Dean and the readers thoughts.

Thanks to @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior for the continued help and proof reading. I credit her for the interaction between the waitress and Dean, she put it far more eloquently than I had first wrote it.

As always thoughts, hearts, and reblogs are welcome and much appreciated! X 🤍

PS. Currently working on Deans Valentines Day P3 as we speak!! 😁

WC:776

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“You deserve more than I can give.”

“I loose every person I allow to get close to me”

“I just can’t anymore…”

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Flashbacks from three days ago have been living rent free in my head. That’s when Dean told me we were never going to be more than friends. We weren’t even anything, yet. That’s when he left the bunker, to give me space. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

Again, tears built up in my eyes threatening to spill over.

I was holed up in my bedroom, across the hall from Dean’s room. This was hard on me, but even so on Sam. Sam would check on me ever so often, usually to bring me food and water.

“Hey, (Y/N), I got you some (breakfast, lunch, dinner).” He’d say while giving me a tried smile.

“Dean is a dumbass, you know that. He gets in his head about everything.”

A faint grin began to tug at the corner of my mouth as my eyes began to close, my body burnt out from the continuous flashbacks. Through everything I was thankful Sam cared for me like a big brother should.

***

Dean’s POV

“You deserve more than I can give.”

“I loose every person I allow to get close to me”

“I just can’t anymore…”

I was looking at her picture. I couldn’t get (Y/N) out of my head. I missed her with every ounce of myself. Quickly, I put her picture away as number 3 came out of the bathroom. I felt tears threaten to appear. I knew I couldn’t look at your picture while I was laying next to her.

Thankfully, I fell asleep before anything could happen with the third woman I took back to my motel room from the bar. She was gone before I woke up this morning.

My stomach made noise signaling that I was overdue for breakfast.

12:30PM

I groaned at how long I had slept. Quickly I got dressed and headed to the nearest diner to grab a really late breakfast. I had a hankering for Pancakes like (Y/N) makes me for my birthday breakfast every year.

The bell over the door to the Breakfast All Day Diner chimed as I opened the door. The smell of all things breakfast filled my senses as I followed what the sign at the host table said,

Please seat yourself!

Pulling out a menu from where it was tucked between the napkin dispenser and condiments holder, I opened it in search of any type of pancake, although nothing would ever compare to (Y/N’s).

As I pulled the menu up to my face to read the small print, I vaguely registered the chime of the diner door. Seconds later, I felt the presence of someone staring at me. Slowly I lowered my menu to see Chuck.

“Hello Dean.” He spoke almost sounding scornful.

“Chuck.” I said back unamused.

Without asking he slid into the booth to sit across from me.

Just then a attractive, brunette waitress appeared, seemingly reader to take our, my order.

What can I get you gentlemen today?” She asked, and I noticed the way her eyes lingered on my face. I knew the look she was giving me, I'd seen it enough times in my life. It was an invitation - to flirt, to hit on her, possibly more.

I was having none of it. I have or had a woman at home. Sighing, I read off my order of two pancakes, eggs over easy, and extra bacon in place of sausage. Chuck just ordered a black coffee.

“Are you going to ask why I’m here? Chuck asked somewhat annoyed.

“I’m sure you’re planning on telling me anyways. I deadpanned back.

Before Chuck could share of his reason for showing up, my meal was set in front of me. The smell of my plate wafted to my nose and I was ready to dig in. With a forkful of pancake midway to my lips Chuck started speaking again.

“I wrote (Y/N) into the story for a reason. Opposites attract, she is your opposite Dean.”

My eyes dilated as I took in Chucks simple words. Immediately, my thoughts orbited (Y/N).

“How could this be?”

“I am no good for her.”

“I can’t give her the life she deserves.”

“I can’t loose her.”

“I told her I couldn’t…can I?

As all these and a plethora of other reasons why it couldn’t work circulated my brain, I was brought back to reality at the ring of my cell.

(Y/N)

She was calling me after three damn days. Without thinking, I picked up the call. Chuck smiled knowingly.

Before I could say anything, (Y/N) spoke.

“I just called to say, I love you. Come back home.”

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that-sarcastic-writer · 2 years

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Playing With Fire (Dean Winchester)

Pairing: AU Firefighter!Dean Winchester X F Firefighter!Reader

Summary: Starting a new life isn't easy, but when you transfer to a new fire station in Lawrence, Kansas and you meet your asshole of a fire lieutenant Dean Winchester, you quickly realize that you're not the only one with baggage.

Warnings: language, mentions of death, that's about it, tame first part

WC: 3.8k

A/N: So I lied lol, I couldn't wait until I was done with safe haven, I mean its technically done. I just finished writing this and I got excited so I'm posting it. This is my new series, so I hope yall give it some love because I'm super excited about this one. Ps yall know the drill if you want to be added to the taglist, fill out the form please, it's easier to keep track of

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You gripped the steering wheel, a heavy exhale leaving your lips when Welcome to Lawrence sign came to view and just as quickly left it in your rearview. You came to a stop at a red light and you leaned your forehead against the steering wheel, a thunderstorm of emotions eating you up. It was fucking hard, starting new. Moving to a new city, starting a new job, a new firehouse. Station 119, your new home. Or at least that was what you were hoping. You had heard good things about it, you former captain, Captain Turner had spoken very highly of said firehouse and its team. And when he heard there was an opening, he was happy to recommend you, knowing well your situation, your need for change. It was hard, having to start over after everything, but you knew you needed this.

“We’ll be okay, we’ll be happy here.” You sighed as you kept driving, the meowing of your furry companion getting your attention. You glanced beside you to the carrier securely strapped behind the seat belt, your cat, Ares, inside. You brushed your finger against the side of the carrier where you could see his round face. You smiled sadly and sighed as you pulled up into your new house.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, it wasn’t big or fancy, but the second you walked in, you felt peaceful, like you could get used to this place. The place was empty, you were going to have to buy pretty much everything other than appliances. You didn’t bring much, all you had managed to stuff in your car were a couple of suitcases, a few boxes and a TV. You were most likely going to have to buy an air mattress until you could buy proper furniture, whenever you had days off. For now, you were dropping off your belongings and Ares. you felt bad for leaving him alone for so long at times, but he was used to it, you were sure he would enjoy having the whole house for himself. You set the carrier down and unzipped it, allowing the black ball of fur to roam and stretch his tiny legs. He sat by your feet, almost as if he was taking in his new surroundings, much like yourself. After a few minutes of wandering around the house and setting up the space for Ares in your bedroom, you pulled out your phone and exhaled heavily when you saw the time, you were supposed to head to the station soon.

“Okay sweetie, you know the drill,” You said to Ares as you crouched down to pick him up, the black blob having followed you upstairs. He stared at you, with the only eye he had and purred when you scratched under his chin, “I’ll come feed you every day and I’ll stay for a few minutes to play. You know where your litter is, don’t make a mess.” You spoke to him like he could understand you, you sometimes thought he did. He just purred, pushing his head against your hand more.

“Man, I wish they allowed cats in fire stations. You’re pretty badass right Ares? If dogs can be firefighters why can’t cats? Maybe I’ll make that suggestion to the chief. If I even stay long enough that is.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek, the feeling of anxiety eating you up. You sighed and shook your head, pressing a kiss to Ares' fluffy head before you set him down. “Okay, I gotta go now, please eat your food and drink water. I’ll come see you tomorrow morning.”

You were scared, you would be lying if you tried to tell yourself that you weren’t. You knew what it was like to be the new girl, the replacement, it wasn’t always pretty. It worked out at your last firehouse, you had a family, a home. Those people were your ride or die, the people you would die for, and vice versa. But all of that was gone now, and all you had was this, this blind hope that they would accept you into their family as one of their own. But knowing they had lost one of their own not too long ago, you weren’t expecting them too. You knew you wouldn’t.

It was busy, everybody going about their business, though you could feel a few lingering eyes on you as you made your way further into the house, duffel bag over your shoulder. Nobody payed much mind to you, until a younger boy with short pitch black hair and a grey shirt with the word candidate written on the back noticed your presence and stopped whatever he was doing to actually pay you his attention to you. He looked at you with a confused look at first as he stopped mopping the floors.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Yeah, I think so,” You offered him a small smile and he quickly placed the mop back in its bucket, wiped his hands on the front of his pants and stuck out a hand for you to shake as he eyed you, quickly realizing.

“Oh, you must be the new firefighter,” He said, squinting his eyes to read your last name on the tag stitched on the front of your shirt. You smiled and nodded.

“Wonder what gave that away,” You laughed, looking down at your new uniform, one that was slightly different than your old one, this one was black instead of navy blue. The kid smiled.

“The look in your eyes, like you’ve seen a lot of crap, but you still see the good in the world. You look like you have a dark sense of humor too. All firefighters have it.”

You stared at him, your lips half curved into a small smile. He seemed sweet, funny but awkward, you had the feeling you were really going to like this kid.

“Anyway, you’re here to see the chief right? Oh and I’m Kevin by the way.”

You nodded, “Yes. And nice to meet you Kevin, I’m Y/N.” He nodded as he motioned you to follow him. He guided you along, occasionally asking questions as he led you up a flight of stairs. You thought it was sweet how excited he was about getting someone new around here and how the team would be just as happy. You could beg to differ, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise, though it was nice to hear that from somebody here, you were just hoping it was true.

Kevin waved you goodbye when you both made it to the chief’s office. You thanked him before you knocked on the door. You heard a 'come in' and you cautiously opened the door, peaking your head inside. There you saw an older man, beard with white streaks and thin hair slicked back. He had a serious expression on his face when his eyes landed on you, and that did nothing to calm your nerves. You swallowed thickly and slowly walked in, hands behind your back as you stood up straight when you stood in front of his desk. He stood up as well and offered you a tight smile that made it seem like he definitely didn’t do it often. Though you loosened up a bit when he stuck his hand out to you and you shook it before he offered you to sit. “You must be Y/N, we spoke on the phone.”

You nodded as you took a seat, “Yes sir. It is nice to meet you in person, Chief.”

He chuckled lightly, “Relax kid, you can call me Bobby. Nobody ever calls me Chief, or Chief Singer, it makes me sound old.” You let out a small laugh, mostly out of relief that you didn’t have to be so uptight and formal. He gave you a nod as he typed on his keyboard, squinting at his screen for a second before he looked at you, “I do apologize for having to do that over the phone. I usually prefer to have people come in person before they get the position, but as you may know, it’s been a bit hectic here being a firefighter down after we uh.. Lost one of our own. And Rufus did speak very highly of you when he recommended you, and as an old friend, I trust his judgment.”

You gave him a look, your heart slightly sinking at the mention of one of their firefighters. You knew perfectly how it felt to lose one of your own like that, it was a void hard to fill. “Yeah, he was my old Captain, and he spoke very highly of you and your firehouse, so I was honored to have been given a chance here without having to go through the whole process of coming down here prior to the application process and all.”

“Well your record is pretty much spotless, not a single issue during your eight years as a firefighter, and based on your recommendations, you were an exemplary member, so I’m glad you decided to come all the way down here. And I’m sure the team will feel the same.” He was standing now, and he motioned a hand for you to follow him, which you did.

“Thank you sir, I really do appreciate the opportunity.” He gave you a look as he led you down the stairs, and stopped in his tracks for a second. You smiled a little and chuckled, “Thank you, Bobby.”

“That’s more like it. Now c’mon, I’ll show you around.”

This station was undeniably big, much bigger than your last. And it was beautiful, like it had been remodeled recently and it felt very modern and comfortable. You honestly didn’t remember the last time your old firehouse had been renovated. Your last stop had been the lockers, there being an empty one, the label freshly placed in place of the old scratched off one. But it didn’t feel right just yet, you felt like a temporary replacement, like you didn’t have a place here. At least not yet. You were hoping you would be able to write your name on that label soon enough.

Once you had left your duffel bag in your locker, Bobby took you to the rec room where you wpukd meet your fire squad, he pretty much threw you to the wolves and left you to fend for yourself. He sent you off with a quick pat on the back before he was retreating back into his office, leaving you standing there, shaky hands clasped together in front of yourself as you stood in the center of the room. The team surrounding the pool table had fallen silent as their eyes landed on you, gaze glued to you like they were judging your mere presence. And the room was dead silent, so much you could hear your breath.

You were off to a great start.

You were about to speak when a brunette man with a beard and bright blue eyes approached you. “You must be the new firefighter. I’m Benny.” The thick southern accent was almost reassuring, like he was friendly. You half smiled and nodded, shaking his hand when he stuck it out for you.

“Y/N, nice to meet you.” Your voice wasn’t as shaky as you had expected it to be. But then again you no longer felt like you were being lynched under their gazes. You looked around the room and their eyes didn’t look as harsh, they looked curious even, as if they were waiting for their introductions now that one of them had actually approached you. He wasn’t your lieutenant was he?

“So, mean lookin’ girl by the pool table, that’s Meg, she’s one of our paramedics. Redhead is Charlie,” He pointed to the two women, Charlie smiled sweetly and waved at you, while Meg glared at Benny, but still gave you a polite nod. You tried your best not to look awkward when you waved at them. “Kid over there is Jack, him along with blondie next to him, Claire, are our newest additions. They’re the youngest ones here. Jack took his exam first then Claire, she was replaced by Kevin as probie. You met the kid yet?”

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah, sweet kid.”

Benny chuckled and nodded, “Agreed.” There was a bit of a smile there, like he was fond of Kevin, but then again, who wouldn’t be? “Then there’s— Meg, where’s Cas?”

“Stocking the ambulance.” She answered, resuming her pool game.

“Cas is her partner, our other paramedic. And she has the poor bastard doin’ inventory by himself. This evil woman, I wouldn’t trust her if I were you.” He grinned at Meg, who simply flipped him off in response. He laughed before turning back to you. “And Dean, he’s our Lieutenant and he’s a huge pain in the ass. But you get used to it eventually.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re pissed at him. You’re literally besties.” You heard the blond girl, who you remembered had been introduced as Claire, comment.

“The bastard drank the last bit of espresso I had left, I had to go out at five in the morning to the other side of town to get more. He should be thankful I didn’t drag his ass out of bed and made him get it himself.” Benny hissed and shook his head. You looked back and forth between them, all you could do was smile at how they interacted with each other. It reminded you of your old firehouse. “Well, if he’s not here hustling us for our money in pool, he’s probably out helping Cas stock the ambo. I can take you to meet 'em if you’d like.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, you knew well how the chain of command worked, and being on the Lieutenant's good side was probably the smart thing to do. So introducing yourself as soon as possible was probably a good idea. You nodded at Benny, hands shoved into your pocket as you rocked back and forth on your heels. He told Meg to pause their pool game and motioned you out of the room, the lot quickly falling back into their own conversations. Benny led you to the main lot, you spotted Kevin still mopping the floors as you walked towards the ambulance.

Two men stood by the ambulance, one with really dark hair and the same uniform Meg had inside the ambulance, his expression tired as he held a clipboard in his hands. And the other, his back was entirely to you, the muscles in his back tense and tight under his shirt as he passed boxes on to the brunette you were assuming was Cas. Which meant, this tall, tense and pissed off dirty blonde had to be Dean.

“I’m just saying man, we don’t need another fucking firefighter getting in our way. These replacements they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing.” He had this gruff and gravelly voice, and it sounded even more so as he rambled angrily. Cas sighed, slightly rolling his eyes, “I bet he got kicked out of his last firehouse and since they’re desperate here, they hired him. Fuck, they’re really just letting anyone into this firehouse.”

“I don’t see what the problem is Dean. You don’t even know them and you already decided you don’t like them.” Cas sighed again, shaking his head. He jumped down from the ambulance and stood right in front of his friend, the very slight height difference between them becoming apparent to you. He was about to speak when his eyes found yours, not recognizing you right away, but judging by your matching uniform and Benny beside you, he knew. His expression quickly changed but before he could say anything, Dean was already talking again,

“Damn straight I don’t. I don’t need another replacement here to be a pain in my ass ‘cause they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing or because they have something to prove. Bobby is probably gonna want me to show ‘em how we do things here, they’re just gonna get in my way.”

“I’ll be sure to stay out of your way then.”

You watched Dean jump, head flashing around to find you, arms crossed over your chest and face hard. He eyed Benny for a second, almost as if he was begging him to intervene, but Benny simply shrugged. Dean looked back at Cas, eyes narrowed with a sharp glare for allowing him to speak on. But Cas simply shook his head at him. Dean cleared his throat, face hard and jaw tight as he stepped forward, facing you now, “You were there the whole time?”

“Oh, no, just long enough to hear that I’m already not good enough for you, Lieutenant.” Your face was blank and your lips were in a flat line. You watched his jaw twitch as he stuck his hand out for you to shake. But it was left sticking in front of you because your arms remained glued to your chest. He scowled at you for your act of clear insubordination, but then again he just insulted you without having even spoken to you yet.

“That’s not what I said.”

“No, you just said I was a replacement that doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing and that I have something to prove to you if I heard correctly. Did I get that right?” You raised an eyebrow at him, and the frown on his face became a snarl as he mimicked your stance, arms crossed over his chest in defiance. He stood in front of you now, towering over you as his green eyes burned into your face like he was trying to get you to back down. You didn’t. Instead you held your head up high and dead eyed him.

“And you expect me to treat you any better when you talk to your Lieutenant like that?” He scoffed, practically all up in your face. You knew what he was doing, tight and tall stance, jaw tight and eyes hard, he was trying to intimidate you. And honestly, if you weren’t so pissed by his behavior, you would’ve backed down.

“Well, if you’re right, you won’t be my Lieutenant for long anyway,” You said through the gritted teeth, your hard expression hiding the small bit of sadness you felt knowing you already had no place here. “Although in my experience, Lieutenants who act just like you, who do the whole intimidation drill sergeant thing are just overcompensating.”

“Dick jokes, really? What are you, fourteen?” He scoffed, eyebrows raised in disbelief and he shook his head in a way you assumed was meant to be condescending. But that only made you want to take it a step further.

“I wasn’t talking about what’s between your legs. I was talking about self-esteem and ego, that you try to intimidate everyone around you to make yourself feel better. Kind of like you have something to prove,” You used the words he had used earlier. And that only worked to piss him off even more. His face was red as it could get, and his jaw was wound up so tight you would see a vain in his neck, anger flashing in hot waves when he heard a few collective chuckles of the crew that had been around to see the whole thing go down. “But hey, your mind went there all on its own, which speaks enough on its own really.”

“You’re off to a great start here kid,” He muttered, exhaling roughly as he walked past your shoulder, barely missing you, but stopped to shoot the few people that had gathered around sharp glares, “The fuck are you guys looking at? Do I not give you enough work to do? No? Alright, we’re doing drills in thirty so, I would finish quickly if I were you.”

You heard them all groan, the brief amusement quickly fading and instead you felt several pairs of eyes give your dirty looks now that they had more work to do because you decided to antagonize the asshole in charge. It was a cheap move, one that would surely make them dislike you already, you knew it, and you had a feeling he knew it too. He smirked when you swallowed and you looked down at your hands to avoid the looks of your colleagues. He was about to walk, but not before he leaned down, lips near your ear so only you could hear and whispered.

“And just so you know, I can already tell you’re not good enough. I can’t wait to kick you out myself.”

His words stung, and not because he was saying them, but because you knew what he represented around here. Those words that meant absolutely nothing to him, meant everything to you, because it meant you had no future here. His shoulder actually jutted against your own roughly as he stormed off. You closed your eyes, unconsciously rubbing your shoulder, but not because it hurt, but more as to comfort yourself. Though you did feel a hand on your opposite shoulder and when you looked up you saw Benny giving you a sympathetic look.

“Told you he was a pain in the ass.”

“He’s not always a pain in the ass,” Cas chimed in when he actually approached you, an equally sympathetic look on his face, but his blue eyes looked more apologetic and like he was ashamed of his friend’s behavior. “Dean he’s… He’s rough. But he’s a good man. He’s just having a hard time with all the replacements coming and going. He was… Close, with the person who’s position you’re filling, and he’s taking it the hardest.”

“Trust me, I get it, and I’m not trying to replace your friend, but he’s not the only one who deals with loss. Doesn't mean we can treat people like shit though.” You muttered bitterly and shook your head. You knew you couldn’t compete and much less fill their friend’s place, let alone when Dean had already made up his mind about it. But you weren’t trying to replace anyone, you just wanted your own place here. Cas sighed and nodded, not knowing how else he could comfort you.

“I know, and I’m not saying he’s right. Just… Give him time. He grows on you. And you will grow on him, he’s just in a bad mood.” He reassured, awkwardly patting your shoulder. You chuckled softly, appreciating the gesture.

“That’s if I even last long enough.”

“You will, I have a feeling. You aren’t like all of the other replacements we’ve had, you’re… Different. Trust me.” He reassured you, and for some reason, he sounded genuine.

You met his eyes, they were genuine. You half smiled and nodded. You were really hoping he was right. You had the feeling you could grow to like it here, before your little standoff with Dean, you had been hoping people around here would like you because it felt right to be there, like you could make this your home, like these people could be your family. Now? Now you weren’t so sure.

“I’m Castiel by the way. And welcome to the 119.”

Yeah, welcome alright.

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