Messy Eating
Dean Winchester Masterlist
Summary: Dean’s messy. Whenever he eats, it always falls everywhere on the table, on his chin, on his fingers… It was all fine, until it wasn't. Until that hunt with only you and him. Until jealousy and anger mixed with pie and sexual tension.
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader
Word count: 7202
Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, fingering, p in v, hickeys, lots of finger sucking, food play, messy eating, bit of angst, minor injury
Square filled: finger sucking for @spnkinkbingo
A/n: Here it is! I wrote that one a while ago but never posted it for some reason... I think I didn’t think it was good enough. But I read it again today and it’s so much better than what i do now, which is nothing cause of my writer block xD anyway, enjoy!
“You’re messy.”
It always started the same.
The day started normally. You got up, the second after Sam but before Dean. As you walked into the kitchen, the smell of coffee greeted you with a good morning from the youngest Winchester making lunch. Since you've been living with them, you've never seen Sam miss a single breakfast cooking surprise.
Around the time of your sixth sip of coffee, the bacon roasting in the pan, Dean arrived still half asleep. He poured himself a cup of coffee, complimenting the delicious smell of bacon and how his brother knew him so well, making him his favorite meal every morning.
Then he ate.
The fat from the bacon trickled down his chin as he took a too big mouthful, his tongue struggling to get it all back in his mouth. Crumbs fell on his plate like leaves in autumn, always surprising you how badly he could eat.
Since it clearly was not going to fit in his mouth by itself, Dean used his fingers, pushing the escaping food back inside.
The fat trickled down his fingers as he did so, slowly, it traced the outline of his digits to land in his palms and also between his knuckles… Like a fucking delicious porno… And that was when your day turned into a nightmare. A nightmare filled with dirty thoughts, heat mounting between your legs, wetness flooding your panties.
Dean had big hands, nothing more than normal with how tall he was. Over six feet of muscle and sheer beauty to the eyes. Sam also had big hands. But Dean’s fingers… Dean's fingers were thick, long, large and blunt and from having touched them once or twice during hunts or when you had to bandage bruised knuckles, you knew they were warm, strong and soft to the touch, yet rough from his years of work and hunting.
And then you would start picturing them everywhere on your body, squeezing your flesh, your throat, sliding between your folds…
Fingering you…
And then you, sucking them clean- Him fucking your mouth with his fingers, taping at your tongue cirling them, praising how good of a cocksucker you’ll be when he’ll allow you to have his cock in your mouth-
“You're so messy,” you repeated, tearing your eyes from his fingers now glistening with grease under the neon lights in the kitchen. Christ, you couldn’t keep doing that, picturing every single utility of his fingers, not when Dean and Sam were in the same room! Faking a disgusted face, you hoped neither of the brothers noticed the truth behind your comment. I'm turned on by those fucking fingers, again!
It was unfair, so fucking unfair. Dean was single, you knew that very well. He really enjoyed having fun with women, that too you were sure, you had seen him leave bars more than once with a well-fitted bimbo.
And meanwhile, there was you, Y/n Y/l/n, a hunter-in-training who accompanied the Winchesters on hunts to learn and fix whatever injury they would get. Little Y/n who never left bars with anyone and always watched the dream on two bow legs leave with a different person every night.
It was so unfair when he was so close, but yet so far to you. It was unfair how you wanted him but were too shy and hesitant to do the first step, scared of rejection and how it could ruin your relationship with him.
Clearly, there was something more than friendship you felt for the green-eyed hunter. At first you thought it was only admiration and a little crush, after all, he was a very hot and beautiful man, but then… It grew up. More. And more. And recently those feelings, if you could call them that, had taken a turn… In the most uncomfortable craving way. It wasn't just that you loved the girth of his fingers or his tongues licking their lengths, or his lips wrapping around his digits…
It was worse than that.
His hands. His fucking fingers. You would catch yourself staring at them for long periods of time now. As he cleaned his guns, washed the dishes, or passed them against his face or through his hair. You stared at his hands all the time, so much it hurt your focus during hunts.
When you couldn't watch them, you were imagining them. Alone in your room, your hands buried in your panties, fingering yourself at the thought of him. Picturing his thick fingers instead of yours as you touched yourself… So lost in that fantasy you could almost hear his growls and feel the warmth of his body against you on the bed-
And at first, masturbating while thinking about Dean managed to lower down your needs enough to be in the same room as him. Okay, looking him in the eyes was still impossible, and the first few times you were so embarrassed, like he knew, and you had to leave immediately, but your core wasn't burning up anymore in the mere presence of him. But then, it wasn't enough. Thinking about him, about his hands, about his lips… It didn’t do it anymore, it didn’t fill the need or satiate your arousal.
The worst was when he ate. It was like no one taught him table etiquette, or that he was doing it on purpose to make you fucking horny. Food would trickle down his fingers like an invitation, any sauce, grease, jelly, cream… It drove you so fucking crazy!
“Can't help it when it's that good,” Dean muttered with his mouth full, bringing you back to the present. “Delicious,” he purred, and suddenly, it was like he knew. You were sure he heard your thoughts, that’s it, Dean’s a mind reader. Because next thing he did was put his fingers in his mouth. One at a time, slowly, he sucked his fingers clean.
Dean started with his thumb. He put the larger digits in his mouth and sucked it clean, the skin glistening with saliva, an adventurous droll of spit still linking his lips to it. For the index, he did the same, but then, there was still grease left between two fingers, so he had to use his tongue… Sliding perfectly in the tight, narrow space. For the remaining fingers, he licked them up like lolipop, from the bottom to the top, humming and moaning his approval at the taste.
You were dripping. You could feel it, the warm puddle between your legs was growing intensely as he finished cleaning his hand. Melting on the chair at the fucking sight.
And when the right hand was done, he licked his lips, eyes wide with the pleasure of the taste, stared at his left hand and… started licking it.
Under the table, your legs closed together. In the useless attempt to release some tension, you rubbed them together, trying to find some friction, but when a moan almost escaped you, you knew you had to leave. “Excuse me,” you suddenly got up, not even touching your breakfast and leaving your coffee on the table. Sam looked at you questioningly, but you barely acknowledged him before you almost ran out of the kitchen.
Now in the security of your room, the door locked, you quickly stripped off your pajama pants and panties to look at the damage.
Yeah, it was a close one.
And now you were so horny, you couldn’t leave it like that. You had two choices. Rub one out, hoping you could be fast and silent enough for the Winchesters to not notice, or take a freezing shower to cool out your head.
“Y/n, dress up, Sam found a case!”
His voice alone had powers over you, even when he was saying the most normal of things. Because, again, your imagination drove the wild route, and you started to imagine him giving you orders and dirty talking to you- that mouth was made for sins after all.
“Gimme 10 minutes!” It took a couple of tries, but you could actually manage to answer without missing a single word.
Cold shower it is.
-
That was mostly what you had to go through every day.
It couldn’t continue like that, it was now not only uncomfortable because of your inadequate arousal, but also because jealousy was starting to break your heart. But what could you do? Tell him? No way.
10 minutes later, you were ready to go on the hunt that Sam had found. It didn't look very complicated, mysterious disappearances, all the victims had been in the same building, cold spots, most likely a ghost.
You were waiting for Sam and Dean by the car when the green-eyed hunter entered the garage, his bag on his shoulder. "Hop in sweetheart, you're riding shotgun."
A crooked smile tugged his perfect lips as his perfect arms tucked his bag into the trunk of his perfect car. "Sam will sit in the back?" You asked, opening the door to sit in front, Dean sitting next to you. Usually, for Sam’s gigantic legs, he had to be in the front and you in the back, so this was new.
The immediate proximity with Dean gave you a heat stroke that took your breath away for a moment. Wait, how do we breathe again? Why is my heart reacting like this? It's not normal, usually I can at least breathe! Don’t look at him, you’ll look weird, you are weird, stop!
Your eyes fell on his hands on the steering wheel despite your mind just ordering your body not to look at him. His thick fingers played with the key before inserting it into the ignition. Ah, yes, to breathe, I have to inhale. Okay, I can do it. You let the air enter your lungs through your nose, but it only made things worse when his perfect scent reached your senses. Fucking perfect he smell divine.
And now his scent was already all over the habitacle.
Dean twisted the key and the engine purred its sweet melody. "No need, it's just you and me today," he simply announced. As if he had just announced a discount at the grocery store.
"What?" Your voice came out sharp and a little broken, like a seagull being strangled. Your eyes searched for him as he shifted the gear into reverse, the garage door opening behind you.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine." He patted your thigh as he said this, green eyes glancing your way slightly. Your whole body stiffened at the sight and touch of his large warm hand on your body. “You're ready for a two person hunt.”
Only one ear listened to him, and you watched with sadness his hand leave your thigh to land on the bench behind you. The hunter leaned dangerously towards you, head turned towards the back to reverse out of the garage.
“Oh, I’m not worried about that,” you muttered under your breath, looking at the bunker disappearing in the rearview mirror as he drove away.
-
“The fuck was that!”
Now in a motel room, the hunt was finally over but it was not thanks to you. It was a ghost, exactly like you suspected, but then, it wasn’t only that. They were two, twins, kids, they died horribly in that building decades ago and now, every year at their anniversary, they kill the people that entered the building the same way they died. Blocked all doors, played hide and seek with them and then…
Locked them forever in the building, slowly killing them of starvation and madness.
“You had one job, how could you screw it up that bad!!”
The bones were easy to find, but at the same time, impossible. They were both still in their hiding place, the place they died all those years ago. The moment you arrived, you and Dean split up to search the grounds, but then, because you really were not focused, you missed all the important clues that were leading you to the place you had to go.
And here you were now, sitting on a chair, a bag of ice on your head where it hit the wall, your hand stuck in a bandage where you burned yourself trying to burn the bones.
“I’m sorry,” you tried again, but Dean wasn’t having it. He had nothing, no scratch, no wound, he burned his bones easy peasy, and when he went and checked on you, it was to see you with blood on your forehead, struggling to light your matches and burning yourself with them when you noticed him.
“I thought you were ready,” the hunter groaned, his hand rubbing his eyes slowly. Your gaze followed the movement and you couldn’t help but lick your lips. Christ, Y/n, not the time!
“I’m sorry,” you tried again. “It doesn’t hurt though,” you removed the bag of ice to show him your forehead. Dean opened his beautiful green eyes and worry could be read in them like in an open book. Guilt too. He regretted coming with you on this hunt alone. And you bet he would never allow it like, ever again.
Dean reached out to you suddenly, leaving you no time to think of a proper reaction to his proximity. Big, wide hands rested on your cheek, lifting your head up, concerned eyes focusing on your forehead. Swallowing hard, you let him do, feeling one of his hands leaving your face to gently stroke your wound. A hiss left your mouth. It was sensitive. “Doesn’t hurt my ass,” Dean let go of your face, stepping back. “What happened back there? I know you can deal with ghosts just fine, and the ghosts were not even there.”
Crap. Your lie wasn’t working anymore. The ghost twins only appeared at their birthday, which was not today.
You glanced down at your hands, playing with them nervously. Truth was, you tripped, simply, you were not focused, thinking about things and a certain person you should have not been thinking about, tripped on a plank and hit the wall face first. And when you heard Dean coming, ashamed of your clumsiness, you burned yourself trying to light the bones on fire as quickly as you could.
“I tripped and fell, that’s all,” you ended up replying, still avoiding his eyes.
“I can’t believe it!” Glancing up, you looked at him, not understanding why he was so pissed about this.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you making a scene?” You got up, voice louder echoing in the small motel room. “I tripped, it happens! Can you let it go!”
“Let it go? Sure!” Dean exploded, anger filling his eyes and you really tried to understand why he was so pissed. “I’m letting it go, I’m going,” he took his jacket, his keys, and slammed the door on his way out.
“What the fuck?” You sat back down, putting back the bag of ice rather roughly on your head and winced. “What's wrong with him?”
-
You still had no idea why Dean was so mad. You got hurt, it happens, and the hunt went well, you burned the bones and that was it. Still, you felt like you did something wrong and didn’t like having fights with him, so you did what you thought was safe, you walked to the grocery store and bought Dean a pie. Maybe it wouldn’t be enough for him to forgive you for whatever you did, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to stay moody when he would get back if he had a pie. Dean could never be mad with a pie.
If… He came back.
You suspected he went to a bar and would probably spend the night with another nameless chick, so you left the pie on the table with a note, saying you were going out and you were sorry. Anger and jealousy were boiling in your veins at the thought of him with another girl, but you were still wondering why he was so mad in the first place.
You decided it was time to dress up for the rare occasion of you going out and even put on some makeup, glad you brought all of those things with you this morning. The fed outfit would do the job, short, black pencil skirt with a tight white blouse.
The bar was close to the motel, and no Impala in the parking lot informed you Dean wasn’t there. Perfect. It was your turn to have some fun, you had to let him go, Dean would never be interested in you, and tonight's weird reaction only confirmed that.
After a few drinks and a few men crossing your path, you finally found the right one and were ready to leave with him for the night. It wasn’t something you did often, one night stand with strangers, especially after you drank and after a fight with Dean, but tonight, you wanted to. Be like him a little, be wild, do whatever you wanted, and the guy was handsome. Tall, short hair, brown eyes… shorter than Dean tho. And more muscular. But it wasn’t Dean you wanted.
Also the stranger’s hands… They were not like his. Big, yeah, but his fingers were longer, less thick, nails not as blunt. Probably someone working in an office, those hands never saw hard work in his life, other than holding a pen to sign some documents or lifting weights at the gym.
No, you had to stop comparing him to Dean, it wasn’t Dean you wanted.
Your high heels were starting to get uncomfortable as you walked with the stranger to his car, his name was Glenn or… Sean… Or… His name had no importance whatsoever.
One moment, you were sure of yourself, dizzily walking to his car, but then, you were not so sure anymore and you stopped on the spot.
“Everything okay sweetheart?”
The way he said that pet name wasn’t him. It wasn’t…. He wasn’t the man you loved. You drank tonight, but not enough to lose the last remains of your consciousness. This, this wasn’t you, sleeping all around with strangers, pretending your feelings and your attraction for the green eyed hunter didn't exist.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized, starting to step back, scared he would suddenly get really mad at you for changing your mind. Men were like that, getting angry, treating women like sluts and teases for changing their minds. “I can’t…”
“Hey,” he softly said, a soft smile drawing up on his lips. “It’s okay, we don’t have to either. Don’t worry.” Even if his words seemed trustfull, you were still suspicious. Your hunter instinct kicked in, but in that outfit, there were no pockets, so you had no weapon to defend yourself. “I know how it feels.”
“What?” You frowned, your head tilting to the side as he stepped back instead of closer.
“I came here to forget, and… And well, I don’t want this to turn bad. I had a great evening, it can end up like that,” he proposed, shrugging his shoulders.
You studied him for real. “Wow, they still exist,” you laughed, really believing him now. Truth could be seen in his eyes, you were good with reading people’s intentions. “I must confess, I had a nice time too, Steven.”
“Glenn,” he laughed, and this time, you really felt the tension leaving your shoulder. “But close enough.” Glenn walked closer to his car and then turned to you. “Let me drive you home at least?”
-
In the end, even if the bar was close by foot to the motel, you accepted Glenn’s proposition. It felt good to trust someone, not immediately jumping to the conclusion he had to be a monster or possessed or a complete dick. Glenn was nice, kind, too, and in the car you learned he was the CEO of a paper company downtown and well, things weren’t going well at his job, that was the reason he was at that bar.
The drive ended up rather quickly, and that was when you noticed the beautiful 67 car in the parking lot. “Damn it…” You cursed. You wanted to drown in the seat.
“What’s up?” Glenn asked and you turned to him, rolling your eyes.
“Someone I don’t really want to face is there,” you confessed, staring at your wounded hand. Glenn probably followed your gaze, because you felt him tense beside you.
“He's the one that hurt you?” You turned your head to look at him. “Saw your head,” he added, and you were sure if you didn’t stop him, he would leave his car and beat the shit out of Dean, only Dean would end up beating the shit out of Glenn.
“No! God, no,” you hastened to say. “I tripped, that’s all. I swear,” you raised your hand like a promise and laughed, but he didn’t seem really convinced. “Tell you what,” you continued, picking up a pen from your purse and then his hand to write something in his palm. His skin was so soft and warm, you really wanted to stay with him in the car more, just holding his hand. It felt… Normal. You didn’t know you wanted normal until now. Just a hand to hold on to, a body to cuddle, some warmth. “Here’s my number. Text me, I’ll have yours, does that reassure you?” You smiled.
“Yeah,” it was Glenn’s turn to smile. “Thank you, have a nice night, Y/n. Call me if you need anything.”
“Will do,” you said, and then, purely because he was the nicest guy you ever met, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Good night.”
You watched the car leave the motel parking lot until it got swallowed into the darkness of the night. Your phone buzzed in your purse, a sign Glenn just texted you. Good, you had his number. Maybe you could see him again one day.
You stayed outside a little bit more, standing alone in the silent parking lot, staring at the motel. Now, you had to enter the room you shared with Dean, really hoping he was alone and not screwing another chick. Actually, you hoped he was with a chick, you would have a good reason to call Glenn back and go to his place. Anything to avoid another confrontation with Dean that would end up breaking your heart.
When you entered the room, at first you saw nothing. It was pitch black. But then, a light turned on on your left and you turned your head to see Dean sitting at the table in front of the pie you got him. Talking about an entrance.
“Had fun?”
You watched the hunter sit back against his chair, legs spread, feet tapping on the floor, arms crossed on his chest. He was still wearing the same shirt but didn’t have his plaid shirt on. Your eyes immediately stared at his biceps a bit too long. No, Y/n, you are mad at him. Stop looking at his perfection.
“Lots,” you replied, walking to your bed, ignoring his eyes burning your neck as he kept on staring at you.
“Glad you had fun with Glenn,” Dean continued and your head snapped towards him.
“What?” You were on the verge of exploding. “You followed me? How did you-”
“Got his license number, less than a minute and I had his name, age, address. Did you know his company is falling apart?” Dean continued, green eyes burning as he kept on looking at you. “I read some very interesting stuff about the CEO sucking at his job.”
“That’s not of your fucking buisiness! I’m a fucking adult, I do the fuck I want with who I want,” you exploded finally, walking towards him.
“He could have been a monster, Y/n, did you think of that?” Dean leaned forward, still sitting on his chair. He was lower than you since you were standing up, but you never felt smaller. Not with the way he was looking at you. Almost… Disappointed. “Or a demon, you didn’t even have holy water on you!” He gestured to your outfit with his hand. Yep. Disappointed. Disapproving your choices.
“I can take care of myself!” You groaned, walking even closer to him. One more step and you would be standing right between his legs.
“Guess not, or you wouldn’t have hurt yourself in the hunt!” He grabbed your wrist, showing you your bandaged hand.
“Will you let the hunt out of the conversation? Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you? I got hurt, get over it!” You tried to get back your hand, but his grip tightened.
“What’s wrong with me?” Dean rose up, his height swallowing you down immediately. You lifted your head, not breaking eye contact. You were fed up with his attitude. “What’s wrong with me is, I know. How you look at me, disapear in your room the moment I do something remotely sexual, like this!” Taking the hand that wasn’t holding your wrist, Dean suddenly dipped two fingers into the pie, cupping some cream from it. Showing you his now messy fingers, he put them in his mouth, sucking them slowly. Some cream stayed on the corner of his mouth and you felt yourself choking the need to reach up and clean it. “I know. I see you,” his voice was now rusty, low and dangerous. “I hear you when you touch yourself. Do you think about me? About my hands? Do you imagine my fingers instead of yours when you finger your tight little cunt?”
Your lips parted to breathe, but Dean took it as an invitation. Sugary and thick, the fingers he just put in his own mouth stroke your lower lips, inviting you to open wider. Completely under his spell, you obeyed and felt him slip his fingers in your mouth.
It had an immediate effect, you felt yourself growing weak as your tongue licked his digits even cleaner than they already were, tasting the flavor of the pie on them. Closing your lips around them, you started sucking, eyes not leaving his green gems, like two magnets, impossible to look away.
Dean tilted his head to the side and removed his fingers, a thread of saliva connecting your mouth to them. “You’re driving me fucking crazy and you have no idea how much I dreamed of this…” Leaning towards you, Dean’s face was so close you could feel his breath on your lips. Beer, the sugar of the pie, you were hungry and only a slight distance separated you from kissing him. “So… Were you picturing me, all those times I heard your little whimpers? All those times the smell of arousal lingered in your room… Meaning you just touched yourself and got off, huh? Tell me…” His hand was still holding your wrist, but the other had free access to your whole body. Even if his skin was warm, burning, even, shivers still climbed your skin whenever his fingers grazed your flesh. They ended their exploration against your neck, playing with your hair and then, circled your throat gently. “You need to use your words, sweetheart… How badly did you want your fingers to be mine?”
“So… So bad,” you whispered, chasing his lips like he was the only oxygen in the room. Heart pounding fast, you could feel the beatings between your legs where it ached to be touched. Dean groaned, not letting you kiss him yet.
“Hmmm,” he hummed, his hand leaving your throat, touching every accessible part of your body as it got lower but avoiding your breasts. “Hmm… Say please,” he muttered, green eyes locking with yours again. You could feel his fingers against your thigh, going up under your skirt, so close to your core and yet, so far.
“P-Please…” You begged, your mouth obeying his demands without your mind needing to order your body. “Please, Dean… Need you… Your fingers…”
“Where? Where do you need my fingers, sweetheart?” He was doing it on purpose, stroking the inside of your thighs and you moaned, trying to get him to touch you faster. “Nuh huh… Words.”
Reaching down, you captured his hand, guiding him towards your core, panties now drenched and hot with your arousal. “Here… On me… In me… Please…” You whimpered, your head now a mess of him. Your thoughts were a mess of his voice, face, how good he smelled, how bad your lips burned with the need to kiss him, to have everything, to have him whole. “Please, I want your fingers inside of me… Please…” You grinded on his hands, biting your lips, moaning when you felt him shiver.
“Fuck, begging me so good… So fucking wet, all for me?” You could feel Dean’s smirk as he placed his lips on yours, finally kissing you. And like that, you let go, your free hand gripping his shirt, kissing back with everything you got. Tongue out, you licked his lower lip, Dean groaning as he opened his own mouth to let you in. For a couple of seconds, you dominated the kiss, it was messy, loud, your moans filled the room with his low growls as you kept on grinding on his hand. But you lost any rhythm when you felt him toss your panties to the side to immediately sink two fingers inside of your drenching hole.
“Oh, fuck,” you broke the kiss, trying to breathe, the sensation so perfect. You felt already full, full of him, his digits so thick inside of you. How many nights have you dreamed of those fingers inside of you, pumping your tight entrance? Way too many lost nights, trying to get off, picturing him, all of him on you, in you… A shameless moan escaped your lips, immediately swallowed by his mouth.
Once again, you tried to find your breath, it was so much, almost too much all at once, your legs shaking with the stimulation, but Dean cut down that possibility as he kissed you once again, his fingers already moving inside of you. They were going slow at first, teasing, even, almost exploring. You could feel them move inside of you, stretching your entrance, and then finding the spot that turned your moan into a high pitched whimper.
“Found it,” Dean smirked against your lips, and then, he started pistoning that spot again and again. Your visions whiten and you closed your eyes, struggling to stay up as pleasure attacked you in waves. The sound of your wetness as he moved his fingers was almost nasty, so loud, but you couldn’t hear it very well, not under all the sounds you were making. “That’s it, cum on my fingers…”
Like it was an order your body was eager to obey, you let go, your orgasm exploding between your thighs. It felt powerful, washing over your whole body, shaking as you struggled to stay up once again, and you felt something warm trickling down your legs. “Hm…” Resting your forehead on his shoulder, you moaned lazily as his fingers slowed down to a stop.
“Nuh huh, look at me,” he ordered, and even if you were still stuck in the high of your orgasm, you tilted your head back just enough to look at him. Dean had his hand up, fingers glistening with your juice and smiled as he slowly and teasingly licked his fingers clean. “Hmm… Sweet, just like I thought…”
The sight made you quiver and you swallowed, staring at every single one of his gestures. How his tongue was so pink, agile, moving languidly from bottom to top and then twisting around his digits, not missing a single spot, his chest vibrating a satisfied hum. He took his sweet time, on purpose, making your need for him stronger by the minute. And before he even finished, you freed your hand, grabbed him by the collar and pinned him to the wall, lips already stuck to his, kissing him. Hands started undressing each other until there was only flesh against flesh, hands on skin and tongue against tongue.
Once you were both naked, Dean guided you to the bed, his hands burning wherever he touched, and right now they were on your waist. You landed on the bed in a soft hmf. Your breath cut, but before you could even find it again, Dean was stealing it with his lips, kissing you again.
“Please,” you begged, your hands lost in his hair as his face was hidden against your neck, kissing and leaving his mark on your skin. Tugging, you tried to make him look at you, but only a groan answered you. “Dean, please,” you tried again, and then you felt it. Without him even looking at you, Dean pressed his cock to your entrance and pushed in slowly, stretching you and filling you up so good your head rolled back, giving him even more access to your throat he kept on attacking.
“So tight for me sweetheart,” Dean groaned, kissing your throat once more before looking at you.
It was a moment frozen in time. Two bodies joined, two souls staring at each other, eyes lit by desire, a fire that was almost extinct but always there, finally eating, finally living for real. And he was beautiful, Dean was beautiful, inside, out, everything about him was beautiful. You found yourself reaching up, cupping his face inside your palm, fingers brushing his scruff. It tickled your skin and you felt your heart flutter in pure love when he leaned against your touch, closing his eyes. A soft exhale brushed your face, like all the pressure of the world just left his back.
“Dean…” It was a whisper, only his name, but how you said it, the moment you said it, it meant everything. It was everything Dean needed to hear, everything he dreamed of. It was sex, but at the same time, it was so much more. It was the hunter allowing himself some happiness, it was him allowing his needs and desires to be true, to get them, like he deserved.
Green irises met yours as he opened his eyes, looking at you like you were the most precious thing he ever saw. It made you feel special, like you belonged to him, so many unspoken words readable in only one second of staring into his eyes.
“Y/n…”
The moment he muttered your name, his lips parted, letting the groans he was holding escape his mouth. And only then did you understood that what you felt for him wasn’t only attraction or sexual desire. It was more. Maybe he felt it too, because right now, you were closer to him than you ever were. And the moment he said your name, you felt him start moving, hips rutting, his length easily slipping back and forth inside of you. You moaned, your hand gripping his neck, inciting him to lean down and kiss you, and who was he to deny you anything? Dean leaned down, capturing your lips and stealing both your breath and your moans.
At first, it was soft, but quickly, the heat and the need that was previously so strong came back with force. And quickly, he was pounding into you, fast and hard, your hands scratching his back as your head rolled back, moans of pure pleasure flooding out of your lips. Breathing fast, Dean was groaning, mumbling things like good girl, feels so good, and the few times you managed to keep your eyes open was to see him close his. And then you could admire him, truly, without any mask, pleasure flooding his beautiful face. Cheeks red with the heat and maybe the situation, he was even more beautiful.
“Fuck, so close,” you heard him groan as a rough thrust made you see some stars. He heard the change in your voice, because his thrusts changed to keep doing that. Rough, long thrusts going even deeper into your core. “Gonna cum, cum with me Y/n,” Dean instructed and then you felt it, warm and thick, his thumb asking for access to your mouth. You let it in, parting your lips, sucking on his digit and biting into it as you felt the knot in your core expanding more and more. Moans got muffled by his finger and you bit harder, eyes rolling back as you felt it come, your walls fluttering around his shaft, it got higher and higher and then, it finally snapped in a pure bliss of pleasure.
It was so good you closed your eyes on the spot, breathing hard to get oxygen into your lungs. It was almost impossible for you to hear anymore, your ears shrilling, but you were glad to still have some hearing left to hear him as he reached his own climax.
Dean removed his finger from your mouth to place both of his hands on the bed. Rougher thrusts met your cervix, spasms of overstimulation controlling your body, and then he stilled and a long groan softly echoed in the room as you felt him spill inside of you.
“Oh… fuck…” Dean’s face dropped back against your neck, breathing in your scent, kissing the sensitive flesh of your throat. And even if his lips were burning and bruised by all the kisses you shared, pleasant shivers ran down your skin, bringing a nice, refreshing feeling. Giggling, you stroke his back softly, your fingers tracing the muscles around his spine, skin covered in sweat.
“Dean, it tickles,” you whispered. One last kiss and Dean was pulling out, laying down beside you on the bed. The two of you stared at the ceiling for a while in silence, not knowing what to say. It wasn’t awkward per say, the moment was needed to cool down, from the intense sex, yeah, but also to get back rational thoughts.
“You asked what was wrong with me,” Dean ended up breaking the silence, and you immediately turned to your side to look at him. He was still staring at the ceiling and licked his lips. “Everything’s wrong with me,” he ended up confessing, and even if you really wanted to cut him off and deny his words, you let him continue. “When I saw you were hurt, I got angry, because it was my fault.”
“It wasn’t-” You couldn’t help it, you had to make him understand none of this was his fault, but Dean shook his head.
“It was. I knew it, for a while now, not very subtle, Y/n…” A smile stretched his lips, and if the conversation wasn’t so serious, you would have adored watching him smile. It was precious, it wasn’t often you could admire that smile. “I knew how distracting I am, can’t help it, I know I’m hot,” he joked again and you rolled your eyes. Of course, having a heart to heart conversation with Dean Winchester would always end with jokes. The hunter was never known to enjoy serious and deep conversation involving feelings, like he wasn’t allowing himself to have them. Like it was forbidden to feel things. “But… I still chose to go hunting with you, and you got hurt, and I got so mad, but not at you, at me, and then I came back and you weren’t there… And even if I was a complete jerk, you still got me a pie to apologize for something you didn’t even do, I…”
“Dean,” you tried again. Dean finally turned his head towards you, and you could see hurt shining in his eyes. Your heart sank.
“I tracked your phone, found you at the bar. With that guy. I got angry with jealousy, so I left and came back here, and then when you weren’t leaving his car, I tracked his license number. His company failing isn’t his fault. Steven is mister perfect nice guy. ”
“Glenn,” you couldn’t help but correct. Dean rolled his eyes, a glint of jealousy still shining in his eyes at the mention of him. You knew how Dean could be possessive sometimes, of his car, for example, but being jealous of a perfect stranger… It was hiding something deeper than that. You don’t get jealous of people without any feelings. “So…” You changed the subject, really hating to see so much pain in his eyes. “Not only did you know how I felt, you enjoyed it, you enjoyed torturing me.”
Dean turned completely towards you, frowning. “That’s all you get from this conversation?”
“What I get,” you got closer and watched his Adam apple bob up and down in nervousness. “Is that you knew, and on purpose, tortured me with your damn hands.”
“I mean, yeah, but,” Dean trailed off, wide eyes clearly confused as to where the conversation was going.
“Dean, I’m usually really good at reading people. And when… When we…” You searched for your words, heat invading your face as the thought of it. “Had sex, I saw it. What I get is, you don’t allow yourself to feel. I know you think you can’t be loved, that you’re the wrong in what’s wrong. But it’s not true.” You got even closer, now completely invading his personal space. “What I get is, I… I have feelings for you. But now, I need to know, do you have feelings for me too?”
There was another silence. It wasn’t long, the time of two hearts synchronizing with the other as realization hit. And in those couple of seconds, you could see every emotion going through him by simply looking in his eyes. It was a whole book, a complete story of how he felt, from doubt, sadness, anger, understanding.
Love.
“I do, I think… I think I love you…” He finally said, and this time, the smile that stretched his lips was true and you welcomed it with great joy. Softly, you placed your hand on his cheek, stroking his skin with your fingers. “But you’re really bad at reading people,” his smile turned into a smirk and you frowned. “Cause you never understood I was doing it on purpose.”
“Oh, I’ll get my revenge just fine,” you grinned, your thumb slowly stroking his lower lip. “You can count on that.”
“I’d like to see you try… But first, can we huh…” Tongue poking out of his mouth, Dean licked his lips, purposely touching your thumb. Arousal poked you between your legs, suddenly really awake and aware of the proximity of the naked man in the bed with you.
“Hm?” You trailed, your attention focused on what he was doing with his mouth.
“Eat the pie? Cause it’s there and I’m hungry,” he casually said, but again, you could see all the mischief glowing in his eyes.
“You want to eat it with your hands, right.”
“Oh yeah,” Dean was already up, bouncing towards the table. “So you can lick my fingers clean after.”
“I hate you,” you sat up, looking at him now sitting at the table in all of his naked glory. Gosh, he was so beautiful, it was unfair. Shining with happiness and love. Starting to allow himself to feel.
“No you don’t.”
And like that, with the nastiest and hottest expression on his face, Dean dipped his thick fingers inside of the pie. It shouldn’t be turning you on so bad. But yet, it did.
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SPN Kink Events 2023 - 01/02 Bingo
A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo. All of the works will contain smut and specific kinks. Please check on the warnings before you read the stories. You must be 18+ to read the stories.
Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.
(Please consider most of the stories are not available yet.)
Square 1: ??? (Castiel x fem!Reader): Switch
Square 2: ??? (??? x fem!Reader): Coming untouched
Square 3: Watch me (??? x fem!Reader): Cam Boy / Girl
Square 4: ??? (John Winchester x fem!Reader): Daddy kink
Square 5: Talk dirty to me (??? x fem!Reader): Free Space - Dirty talk
Square 6: ??? (Sam Winchester x fem!Reader): Missionary
Square 7: (Demon!Dean x fem!Reader): Duct tape
Square 8: ??? (??? x fem!Reader): After care
Square 9: Far away (Dean Winchester x fem!Reader): Phone sex
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events
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Demon Dean AU
As I'm sure you've all figured out, I am a sucker for Demon Dean. So I had a thought...
What if in that one universe that Chuck had Demon Dean kill Sam, that Demon Dean realized that he fucked up and he needs his Sammy back ASAP.
Once he runs out of options in his world, he heads to the canon world as that Sam that is closest to his.
Demon Dean running around, stalking and toying with Sam every chance he gets, trying to seduce Sam away from his Dean. After all, Sam can still become addicted to demon blood
~~You know what, this could really work for my Blood Kink square in my Dark Bingo. So expect this to become a proper fic in the future!!
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Spn Kink Bingo 2023
Title: wayward67 & dimplesss
Link: A03
Square Filled: camboy/camgirl
Ship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Supernatural Kink Bingo 2023, Sex Cam Worker Sam Winchester, Cam boy, Mutual Masturbation, Wincest - Freeform, Brother/Brother Incest, Sibling Incest, Webcam/Video Chat Sex, Chatting & Messaging, Season 1, Happy Ending.
Summary: They meet in an anonymous chat room, the two of them talk and catch feelings. Sam comes into some issues with his tuition and briefly takes to Cam work to make ends meet. Dean tunes into a couple shows & earns himself a private one only to come face to face with his little brother after the deed is done.
((Set around Season one, Sam is in college & Dean is hunting with John.))
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Pairing: werewolf! Yunho x f! yn (you can imagine yn as any species, she's kept ambiguous)
Word Count: 1910
Warnings: cursing, smut warnings under cut
Genre: Fluff, smut, supernatural au, werewolf au, E for explicit
Summary: On the week of the solstice, Yunho's rut starts.
Written for @cultofdionysusnet’s winter solstice event <3 took me a bit to get it down lol, and a big thank you to @sanjoongie for beta'ing hehehehehe <3 love u bae
Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), praise, degredation, cum play, breast play, lactation kink (guys ignore the science behind it), knotting, breeding kink, overstimulation, subspace (i think it falls under it), creampie, multiple rounds, pet names
I've never written a werewolf au before so i hope its good <3
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You perk up at the sound of the door opening, hearing the tell-tale signs of your boyfriend jingling his house keys as he hangs up his coat. “Yunho, you’re home early,” you call out, finishing up washing your lunch plates and wiping your hands. “Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong, my love,” Yunho responds, his voice liting. You know the sound well—his pre-rut is starting and you’re sure he’s hard in his pants. “I just got sent home because I started my pre-rut early. Must be the solstice.”
Bingo. The week of the winter solstice is when the werewolves’ inner selves are their strongest, and schedules are thrown off every year. You’ve been quite excited for this year’s solstice rut—the last two Yunho wasn’t comfortable enough sharing that side with you and after long discussions, it will be the first time you spend it with him.
You take a deep breath in before coming around the corner to properly greet your boyfriend, unwilling to make him feel pressured by your eagerness. “Do you want something to eat?” you ask as you wrap your arms around him and tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. “I can make you the beef we have in the freezer.”
Yunho shakes his head, letting it drop to your shoulder. He takes a deep breath in, enjoying the scent of your body wash. “No, not right now,” he sighs through his nose. “I need a moment. You– you smell good.”
You open your mouth to say something but your breath catches in your throat as you feel his growing hardness against your hip. You knew his dick was big, but…it feels…bigger. Subconsciously, you squeeze your thighs together.
“YN.”
Yunho’s voice breaks you out of your fantasies. “Ah– yes?”
“Are you ready?” His voice is strained and you cock your head, confused. His eyes are dark and he licks his lips, neck veins popping as he holds himself back. “Coming home didn’t help with my pre-rut. You smell too good. Too fertile. I need you and I need you to tell me yes or no now before I lose control.”
“Fertile?” Your eyes widen more and you only vaguely remember a conversation held a while ago when Yunho warned you that in his solstice-rut, his wild instincts take over more so than usual and he will be saying and doing some out-of-pocket things. And somehow, it only serves to make heat sear in your core.
“Answer me, YN.” Yunho’s voice dips and your arms tighten around his waist.
“Yes.”
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Teeth sink into your neck and your hands scrabble to grip at Yunho’s back, scratching down the skin. You’re sure there will be marks when the morning comes, not that it would bother him at all.
“Shit– Yunho–” you moan, back arching as your boyfriend drives his thick, throbbing cock deep inside you. “Fuck–”
You can hardly get a word out without Yunho rearranging your guts with every thrust. You should’ve known this was bound to happen, with the winter’s solstice landing on a full moon, and in turn, the werewolf’s rut landing on the week of the solstice. Not that you’re complaining about how perfectly Yunho nails each thrust into you.
“Look at you, lying there so perfect for me,” Yunho groans into your neck where he has been littering bite marks all over your skin. You’re sure if anyone who didn’t know the both of you saw it, they’d be worried for your safety. But the deep purple marks only serve to make you proud of your boyfriend. “Letting me use your sloppy pussy to my heart's desire like the whore you are.”
Not a thought exists in your brain as Yunho bites down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, where the old scarring from his mating bite sits. You’re pretty sure you’re melting into the sheets as he grabs your waist and moves you up and down on his twitching member like a ragdoll.
Come spills out of you so easily but Yunho doesn’t stop, just fucking it back into you and letting it foam up around the base of his cock where his knot is slowly growing.
You can’t even count how many orgasms you’ve had at this point, every time you think you can’t, Yunho somehow manages to drag one after another out of your body. The only thing you can feel is Yunho’s cock pounding into you at an unforgiving pace, stretching you out so deliciously.
Your boyfriend has come a couple of times too, your thighs and pussy lips coated in the sticky white substance, but he still hasn’t popped his knot and you know this isn’t going to end until he does. With a groan, you try to shift up, but the bite he has on your skin increases and his hands grip your hips even tighter. “Ah–” you moan, sinking back onto the pillow. You can feel pleasure roll in your stomach and your cunt clench, and you know you’re on the brink of your nth orgasm of the night.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Yunho whines in your ear, his thrusts erratic and you can feel the base of his cock swelling. “You’re going to look so pretty carrying my pups, all round and perfect for me. God, I’d fuck you over and over just for you to carry my babies. My little cumdump.”
You moan, his words pushing you over to your next orgasm and you throw your head back in a silent scream. You swear your vision goes white and you can hardly hear anything as your hips and cunt convulse. Through your high, you can vaguely feel Yunho still snapping his hips into you as he moans against your neck.
And just as you come down, you feel him push his thick knot inside you, stretching out your walls even further. As soon as it pops in, you can feel him shudder and his dick twitch as searing come fills you up so full. “Shit–” you groan, grinding down subconsciously at the feeling. “Your knot is so big inside of me, baby.”
Yunho groans, thrusting as much as he can, the slightest bit of cum leaking out around his hard cock. Your thighs are burning but you can hardly feel it, just another addition to the pleasure slowly building once again. You’re not quite sure how much more you can take, but you don’t mind finding out.
Before you can think too much more, Yunho’s mouth travels down until he reaches your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking gently on it. “Oh–” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut at the sparks it sends straight to your core. The way he flicks his tongue around the bud makes you shiver and your hands come up to grasp at the soft strands of his hair.
“These tits are so perfect, God,” Yunho groans around the mound of flesh. “Taste so perfect for me. Look at you baby, I’m affecting you so much in my rut you’re making milk, huh.”
Your eyes widen and they trail down your body to see the milky liquid trickling out of your nipples. “Yun–”
“Hush and let me taste you some more,” Yunho groans, dipping his head to capture your breast in his mouth again.
His voice is deeper than the ocean, rough around the edges, and it sends vibrations through your body. The grip he has on your hips tightens even further and you’re sure you’ll have bruises blooming in no time. Without warning, he bites down on your sensitive nipples and you squeal, fingers pulling at his hair as your cunt grips down on his cock. Without mercy, his fingers immediately come up to play with your unattended nipple, rolling the bud between the digits. You can feel milk streaming out of it and you moan.
“Yunho, please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for, and Yunho chuckles.
“So needy for me again, slut,” he hums around your breast, sharp teeth scraping the skin gently.
You open your mouth to complain, but before any words can come out, you feel a great pressure on your pussy and with a pop Yunho pulls his knot out. “Fuck!” His hips have been slowly grinding into you, knot deflating bit by bit, but it was still big enough to sting when he pulled it out carelessly. But the pain is what you absolutely adore and your mouth drops open as he leaves the tip of his cock in your hole.
It’s still pumping come into you slowly, but with how loose you are after that fucking, you can feel his come pouring out of you. You try to squeeze your legs together to stop the flow and keep the full feeling, but your legs are too jelly to even curl your toes. Yunho just chuckles, bringing the hand down that was playing with your breast to lazily press his come back into you, as well as the milk clinging to his fingers.
“God, you don’t understand how much I want to taste you right now,” Yunho growls, his cock twitching again. “But keeping you nice and full and stuffed is my top priority. Fill you with my pups and keep your tits full.”
Before you can say or do anything again, he slowly pushes his dick back in your wet heat, his knot popping back inside you with ease. Your body is hardly able to react, soft moans and whines spilling out of your mouth.
As Yunho smirks down at you, he scoops up the leftover come on your walls and brings his fingers to his mouth, licking off the sticky remains. “Fuck, you taste just how I dreamed of,” he sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he flashes his sharp canines. “Really should keep you warm and pregnant for me—you’re so impossible, YN. I don’t know how the fuck you do this to me.”
You don’t think he even knows what he’s saying, too drunk on the winter solstice’s power to fully comprehend what he’s saying. You can’t get pregnant from him right now anyways, the birth control you use specifically for multi-species relationships. Plus, his come doesn’t have the right potency until the full moon and there’s no way in hell you’re letting that monstrous cock near you (although you dream about it).
Your thoughts are cast away as Yunho’s hands come up to fondle your breasts again, causing more milk to leak out and he immediately dips his head down to suck at your peaked nipples. “Yunho,” you breathe out, no energy to call out his name even louder, “please.”
The ache of your body is finally hitting you and you’re limp on the stained sheets. The haze in Yunho’s eyes clear up a little and he shifts, keeping his cock in you but slowing his grinding. “You’re so sweet for me, YN, letting me use you like this. You can sleep if you want, I need the knot to go down anyway.” His large hands leave your breasts to brush strands of hair away from your sweaty face. “I’ll wake you up for dinner,” he hums, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.
Exhaustion takes over your body and you feel your eyes flutter shut as Yunho continues to stroke your hair. “I love you, puppy,” you mumble, halfway to sleep already.
“I love you too, my moon.”
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A Bibro's
Sastiel Rec List
-for the canon-adjacent connoisseur-
1. Pagan by posingasme
Gen | Rating: Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 17, 782 | Chapters: 8/8
Tags: Blasphemy, Idol Worship, Fallen Castiel, Priest Sam, Hunterverse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary: Castiel has fallen, too soon. Madness and desperation plague him, but, as always, his heart is still in the right place...with Sam Winchester.
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2. Run Right; or Lie by orphan_account
Gen, M/M | Rating: Teen+ | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 5,197 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: AU, Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Pre-Slash
Summary: AU in which Dean died during Faith, the first seal was broken in season one, and Sam met Castiel when his faith was as strong as ever.
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3. Kneel Before the Lord Our Maker by EnInkahootz
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 3,000 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Supernatural Kink Bingo 2021, Porn, Smut, Blasphemy, Angels, Angel Kink, Religion, Religion Kink, Angel Wings, Wings, Flying, Clouds, Cock Worship, Dom/sub, Sub Sam Winchester, Dom Castiel, Dom Castiel/Sub Sam Winchester, Dreams, Blow Jobs, Post-Episode: s04e07 It's the Great Pumpkin Sam Winchester
Summary: After first meeting Castiel and being disappointed in It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester (Season 4, Episode 7), Sam has a dream about Castiel being the classic sort of angel he had expected to meet. Sam dreams of using his mouth to worship Castiel's holy cock, which Sam sees as an extension of god.
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4. What This Is About by MissMisdemeanor
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 3,147 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Top Castiel/Bottom Sam Winchester, Riding, Sweat, Hook-Up, Secret Relationship, Canon Compliant, canon adjacent?, Making Out, Early season 5 Supernatural
Summary: “This is something you’ve wanted before today,” Cas states, and it’s true. He’s not sure if Cas even had to read his soul to get at that.
Sam’s breath stops. He freezes momentarily. “Yeah,” he admits. “Shit, Cas, yeah. I’d have done this the day we met.”
🔆
5. A First Grasp by Fae-and-night (goodgirlgonegeek16)
M/M | Rating: Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 1,034 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Season 5 angst, Episode: s05e03 Free to Be You and Me, or at least the sastiel alternate ending to that episode.
Summary: Sastiel-flavored coda for “Free to be You and Me” with some early seasons bamf!castiel.
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6. My Sastiel Valentine by rosworms
M/M | Rating: Mature | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 3,371 | Chapters: 3/3
Tags: Episode: s05e14 My Bloody Valentine, Slash, NSFW, Sastiel - Freeform, Sam/Cas - Freeform
Summary: A very slight AU of the episode 'My Bloody Valentine' where Sam is affected by famine in a different way.
🔆 55 more fics, in relatively chronological order, below the cut 🔆
7. Boy in the White Suit by posingasme
Gen, M/M | Mature | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Words: 13,460 | Chapters: 7/7
Tags: Boy King of Hell Sam Winchester, Post-Apocalypse, Dark Sam Winchester, Insanity, Alice in Wonderland References, Blasphemy, Self-Destruction, Madness
Summary: Sam said no. Dean said yes. Sam lost his mind. Castiel lost his friends. That’s the road so far.
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8. A More Profound Bond by confxsed
Gen, M/M | Rating: Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 5,824 | Chapters: 5/5
Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Jealous Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel, Hurt Sam Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Sam Winchester, Angst, Season/Series 05, Sam Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Mentions of Suicide, Pre-Slash
Summary: Five little moments where Dean notices the relationship between Sam and Castiel growing.
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9. some space underneath my skin by hellsreluctantheir
Part 1 of touch -- The soulless Sam and Cas were fucking verse.
M/M | Rating: Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 23,607 | Chapters: 8/8
Tags: Soulless!Sam, Season/Series 06
Summary: Humans liked to touch each other in ways that baffled Castiel. Not just in the manner they slyly referred to as biblically. He watched them clap hands onto shoulders and backs, lean into each other in exhaustion, sleep sitting up with feet resting against each other on the floor. A constant, reverberating, nonverbal hymn. I am here. You are here. We are here, and we are alive. Angels did not need that kind of reassurance. Castiel could hear his siblings' songs no matter how near he was to them physically. Prayers and psalms in the back of his mind. It saddened him, somewhat, to think that humanity would never know that.
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10. The Unexpected by muzivitch
M/M | Rating: Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 1,253 Chapters: 1/1
Summary: Sam and Castiel discuss his missing year. Also, Sam has a crush that would be obvious to anyone but Castiel (except it might even be obvious to him, after all). Takes place after 6.12 "Like A Virgin."
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11. Doing Just Fine by masterlynovak
M/M, Multi | Rating: Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 1,069 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: idk it's a threesome but not really?, Dean is just watching Sam and Cas have sex, voyerism
Summary: Dean wakes up in a room with a naked Sam spread out on the bed.
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12. Wings by Rowan203
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 1,415 Chapters: 1/1
Summary: AU after season 6. Sam comes back from the cage broken and changed. Dean and Castiel deal with it in different ways.
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13. Between the Shadow and the Soul by Vee (Vera_DragonMuse)
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 6,456 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Poetry, hell is the absence of love, take shelter in me, castiel thinks sam is the wolf, sam thinks castiel is in another story, really they're both just lost in the fog
Summary: What if Sam was the one that went to Purgatory with Castiel?
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14. The Sun Pale as Milk by Icanseenow
M/M | Rating: Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 39,879 Chapters: 21/21
Tags: POV Sam Winchester, Season/Series 08, Purgatory, Post-Purgatory, Slow Burn, Nearly Human Castiel, Post-Season/Series 07
Summary: Instead of Dean, Castiel is the one to return from Purgatory first. He finds Sam, and together they spend a year. Looking for Dean and not looking for Dean.
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15. a body of proof by lordofsoup
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Words: 21,525 | Chapters: 5/5
Tags: Angelic Possession, Consensual Possession, basically possession (romantic), Trials of Hell, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma From Lucifer's Cage, Sam Winchester Has an Eating Disorder, a minor point but i wanted to mention it, references to honey!cas, Developing Relationship, Romantic Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Sharing a Body, includes art!! [complete tags on Ao3]
Summary: Sam's sickness worsens after the second trial, resulting in him being rushed to the hospital, the extensive damage has left Sam drained of his fight. To continue with the trials Sam must allow Castiel to heal him, by possessing him. While having an alien home under his skin is nothing new for Sam, Castiel's constant presence unwittingly unburies a host of issues. Two people desperate for forgiveness in the same body should get crowded at times but between the nightmares, the sickness, and the blood; there are some cookies, a quiet beach on the coast of Oregon, and a chance at something new between them.
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16. ficlet - sastiel, a/b/o dynamics by wrenseroticlibrary_archivist
[also on tumblr]
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 580 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Post-Season/Series 08, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Fallen Angel Castiel, Mating Cycles/In Heat, First Time, Porn, Ficlet, Alpha Castiel, Omega Sam Winchester
Summary: When Castiel had Fallen, he’d clearly become an alpha.
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17. Stay in Touch by Cuda (Scylla)
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 6,310 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Post-Episode: s09e06 Heaven Can't Wait, Missing Scene, Human Castiel, Newly Human Castiel, Love Confessions, Not Actually Unrequited Love, First Kiss, First Time, Masturbation, Sexually Inexperienced Castiel, Castiel and Sam Winchester in Love, Sastiel - Freeform
Summary: Concerned about newly-human Castiel's decision to leave the Bunker on his own, Sam sets out for Idaho to find his best friend - and get some answers for himself.
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18. Angels and Answers by klove0511
Part 1 of Milestones 'verse
M/M | Rating: Explicit | Rape/Non-Con | Words: 15,190 Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Possessed Sam Winchester, Memory Alteration, Human Castiel, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, First Time Blow Jobs, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Divergence, Sam Winchester Has Self-Esteem Issues, Castiel Has Self-Esteem Issues, Alternate Season/Series 09, Winchester communication skills
Summary: Cas has discovered his sexuality as a human when the Winchesters bring him to the bunker, and he and Sam fall into bed together. When Gadreel forces Dean to drive Cas away, the two must find their way back to each other, freeing Sam from Gadreel in the process.
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19. So polite by bloodandcream
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 1,174 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Season 9, Angst, Sam topping from the bottom, Erectile Dysfunction
Summary: “Please,” was whispered into his mouth. So polite. Sam was in control here.
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20. Had Worse by posingasme
Gen, M/M | Rating: Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 3,687 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Bunker Fic, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Sam has a very high threshold for pain, and an iron will. So this current hunting injury, even with its weird attack on his view of reality, is nothing compared to what he has been through in the past. He’s had worse. But that does nothing to reassure those who love him.
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21. I'm always dragging that horse around by Trojie
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 5,499 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Unrequited Wincest, Unrequited Destiel, Enochian, Phobias, Hell Trauma, Season/Series 09, Episode: s09e11 First Born, Angel Healing, Implied Wincestiel, Hopeful Ending
Summary: Sam has a horror of angels and Cas has a compulsion to heal. It doesn't help that they speak the same languages, or that Dean is elsewhere - somehow he's always between them, and somehow they still have to meet in the middle.
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22. The Best Medicine by sarasaurusrex
Multi | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 1,247 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Comfort, Fluff, Depressed Sam Winchester, Season/Series 09, Misunderstandings, Castiel Takes Care of Sam Winchester, Established Castiel/Sam Winchester, Domestic Fluff
Summary: Castiel confuses Sam’s symptoms of depression with symptoms of the flu and tries to help. Set mid season 9.
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23. anything you need, that's what i'll be by starlightswait
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 1,092 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Dissociation, Bodily Autonomy, Season/Series 09, Aftermath of Possession, Post-Episode: s09e11 First Born, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Harm, Food Issues
Summary: There is a strange discomfort in healing Sam in the days that follow Dean’s departure.
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24. muscle memory by hellsreluctantheir
Part 2 of touch - Sam's POV s7 - s9
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 5,830 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Season/Series 07, Season/Series 09
Summary: Sam lost his soul, slept with an angel, got his soul back, lost his memory, and then lost his mind before they could have a conversation about it. It's fine. The Hell trauma is gone, and he's coping. Even when Castiel comes back, he'll continue to cope.
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25. Divine by Matthew1972
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 8,120 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: POV Sam Winchester, Protective Castiel, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Kissing, First Time, Porn with Feelings, Anal Sex, Bottom Sam Winchester, Top Castiel, Bottoming from the Top, Angelic Grace Play, Angel Wings, Morning Sex, Oral Sex
Summary: Coda/AU scene to episode S09E11, First Born. "But nothing is worth losing you", Castiel shows that what he said was something he meant. Held safe in his arms and wings Sam learns the stunning truth about 'his' angel. How he heals the pain inside of him with something more than trust, care and touch.
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26. Even If We Can't Find Heaven by ellerkay
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 8,044 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Having Faith, Loss of Faith, First Kiss, First Time Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Pining
Summary: Sam finds his faith and loses it and finds it again, albeit in a very different form. A Sastiel love story and exploration of Sam’s faith and spirituality. [Note: prayer during sex🙏]
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27. Table For Two by the_diving_fox
M/M | Rating: Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 1,775 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: somewhere in s9, Human Castiel, valentine's day fic, POV Outsider
Summary: A tired waitress at Ann's Diner happens to serve Sam and Castiel amidst all the other obnoxious Valentine's Day couples. Sam and Castiel manage to surprise her, though.
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28. Two Beat Up Humans by PacJazz
M/M, Multi | Rating: Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 3,863 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Fluff and Angst, Pre-Slash, PTSD, Post-Gadreel, Human!Castiel, Hurt Sam Winchester, Post-trials with no angel healing hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Season/Series 09, Nightmares, Domestic Fluff, Hair Brushing, Insomnia, No Smut, Enochian-Speaking Sam Winchester, Sleepiness, Literal Sleeping Together [complete tags on Ao3]
Summary: Both broken, yet eager to help the other heal.... Sam and Cas are living in the bunker now, sans-dean after the gadreel betrayal. Cas is newly Human now, and while he needs some help learning the intricacies of that, Sam needs some help healing. They both share things, and think through what they've lost. *In slight AU where post-gadreel Sam is living in the bunker with newly human Castiel*
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29. A Crucifixion Without A Christ by angelshotgun
M/M | Rating: Explicit | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con | Words: 18,501 | Chapters: 10/10
Tags: Angelic Possession, Castiel's Angelic Grace, Major Character Injury, Hurt Sam Winchester, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hell Trauma, Sam Winchester is Loved, Hurt Castiel, Guilty Castiel, Crying, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sam Winchester Needs a Hug, voicemail fixit, Post-Gadreel, Trust Issues, Sam Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel, Happy Ending, Schmoop, Hunter Retirement [complete tags on Ao3]
Summary: When Sam Winchester is badly injured on a hunt, Cas has to possess him to keep him alive and help him heal. And though Sam agreed to let him in, Cas is acutely aware of how many times Sam has had his bodily autonomy taken away from him, and how much Cas himself has contributed to Sam's pain. And now that he's inside Sam's head? Well, he tries to be as unobtrusive as possible, but Sam is just... traumatized. And hurting. Maybe, he thinks, maybe this is his chance to put aside his own feelings for Sam to help heal the hurts he had a hand in creating?
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30. Moments of Madness by orphan_account
M/M | Rating: Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 1,140 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Season/Series 10, ish, Canon Compliant, Enochian-Speaking Sam Winchester, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma From Lucifer's Cage, Protective Dean Winchester, Castiel Loves Sam Winchester, Kissing, Fluff
Summary: It just happens, the first time. Dean's a Demon, and Sam's so alone. The next times?
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31. Blankets by mako_lies (wingeddserpent)
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 1,212 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Episode: s10e01 Black, Hurt Sam Winchester, Hurt Castiel
Summary: Sam and Cas try to take care of one another.
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32. Situational Failure (The Chicken Soup Remix) by StripySock
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 2,540 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Season/Series 10, Remix, Hurt Sam Winchester, Hurt Castiel, Sickfic, Frottage
Summary: There is a fear in Cas that if he lets Sam make himself at home in all of the places that Dean had declined to fill, he will lose the ability to ever refuse it again. Or: Sam is sick, Cas is failing, and Dean is nowhere to be found. [implied unrequited destiel]
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33. Feathers Falling by posingasme
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 13,144 | Chapters: 6/6
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angel Wings, Castiel in the Bunker, Permanent Injury, Protective Sam Winchester, Hurt Castiel, Fever, Delirium, Castiel & Charlie Bradbury Friendship, Alternate Canon, Season/Series 10, Angst [complete tags on Ao3]
Summary: Castiel has been hurt, but he won't reveal how bad it is. Sam distracts him from the pain by reading him classic love stories, and Cas just doesn’t think any of them depict a love as strong as theirs.
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34. Since When Does Sam Have PLANS? by Fae-and-night (goodgirlgonegeek16)
Gen | Rating: Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 343 | Chapters: 1/1
Summary: "Dean’s POV on Sastiel, late seasons Sastiel, the ‘mistaken for a couple’ trope.
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35. Keep You from the Gallows Pole by Fallynleaf
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 7,337 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Alternate Season/Series 10 Finale, Mark of Cain Cure, Charlie Lives, Implied Unrequited Destiel, Implied Unrequited Wincest, Implied Wincestiel, Asexual Relationship [complete tags on Ao3]
Summary: Season 10, if it were the love story of Sam and Cas.
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36. Episode 199.5 by posingasme
Part 1 of Before 200...
Gen, M/M | Rating: Teen+ | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Words: 56,473 | Chapters: 20/20
Tags: Mark of Cain, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stolen Grace, Protective Dean Winchester, Demon Blood, BAMF Castiel, Sam Winchester on Demon Blood, Alternate Angel Lore, Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Dean Winchester Bears the Mark of Cain, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Guilt
Summary: Dean is dealing with guilt, and fear of losing control to the Mark again. Castiel has new Grace, but eventually, it will burn out just as before. Sam just wants a fresh start all around. Life in the bunker is getting a bit...crowded. Memories and tempers are boiling over, along with something that has been heating up for a long time. Things get nasty when an old foe comes for Sam, and it's all hands on deck.
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37. Wingman by posingasme
Part 2 of Before 200...
Gen, M/M | Rating: Teen+ | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Words: 65,222 | Chapters: 21/21
Tags: Spoilers, Mark of Cain, Dreams and Nightmares, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Psychological Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, Dean Winchester Bears the Mark of Cain, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Self-Destructive Dean Winchester
Summary: Now that Sam and Castiel have been honest with one another, and Dean has given his blessing, the two are forced into the awkward stage of figuring out where to go from here. Dean is still battling against the Mark, and his anxiety manifests in various ways, some of which are healthier than others.
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38. Sentimental Iterations by fabella
M/M | Rating: Explicit | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 33,370 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Future Fic, Season/Series 11, Season/Series 10, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Betrayal, Deception, Winchester Style Death (Not Typical Death), Semi Curtain Fic, Resolved Sexual Tension, Anal Sex, Rimming, Bottom Sam, Oral Sex, Sam is a big damn hero, Castiel-centric, Human Castiel, Big Brother Dean, Angst, Hurt Sam Winchester, Mental Instability, Sacrifice, Brother Feels, Grief/Mourning [complete tags on Ao3]
Summary: Castiel learned everything he knows about devotion from the Winchesters. In this peaceful future built on the back of Sam Winchester’s most recent sacrifice, Castiel discovers that death itself can be overcome. If he’s willing to pay the price. [Notes: Set after season 10. An entirely different take on season 11.]
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39. Sam's Room by NobleHouseOfBlack
M/M | Rating: Not Rated | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 1,864 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: No Dialogue, Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Platonic Cuddling, Feel-good
Summary: Sam's room in the bunker didn't seem like his room. He slept there occasionally but there was nothing that would indicate he lived there.
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40. The Devil’s Gonna Let On That You’re In The Details by sahwen
M/M | Rating: Not Rated | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 3,055 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Lucifer Possessing Castiel, Post-Episode: s11e10 The Devil in the Details, Episode: s11e14 The Vessel, Post-Episode: s11e14 The Vessel, Season/Series 12, this fic spans across a lot of time, Hook-Up, Sam Winchester Has Mental Health Issues, Trauma, Protective Dean Winchester, Supportive Dean, Post-Possession
Summary: Sam and Cas have been hooking up casually for a while when something feels off to Sam. He’s sure it’s just his mind playing tricks on him.
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41. Loved by the Devil, loved by an angel by N_13
Part 1 of Of this damned reality
M/M | Rating: Mature | Rape/Non-Con | Words: 3,076 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Abusive Relationships, Angst, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, everybody needs a hug, and therapy, Hurt/very little comfort, Unhealthy Relationships, No really every relationship in this is fucked up on some level, Hurt Sam Winchester, Season/Series 11, Lucifer Possessing Castiel, Enochian-Speaking Sam Winchester
Summary: Cas has loved Sam for quite some time. Then he said yes to Lucifer and everything went to hell.
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42. Heartbreak is Savvy and Love is a Bitch by Cuda (Scylla)
M/M | Rating: Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 2,405 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Lapdance, Light Dom/sub, Dom Castiel, Sub Sam Winchester, Sensation Play, Post-Episode: s11e14 The Vessel, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sam Winchester Deserves to be Happy, Safewords, Sam Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Sam Winchester is Bad at Self Care, Castiel's not the most experienced dom, Established Relationship, Light Angst [complete tags on Ao3]
Summary: Castiel and Sam work on some fractures in their relationship. A gentle attempt at sensory play goes awry, leaving them scrambling to ratchet things back up to normal. Part of the 2020 Supernatural Kink Bingo.
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43. Thirty Years too Late by hyperbolicfae
Gen, M/M, Other | Rating: Teen+ | Rape/Non-Con | Words: 2,770 | Chapters: 2/2
Tags: Hurt Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Castiel, Aftermath of Torture, Implied Mind Rape, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Protective Mary Winchester
Summary: Mary Winchester has rescued her son. She’s just thirty years too late. Or: The aftermath of Sam’s rescue from the British Men of Letters
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44. whore of babylon by angelszn (artbabe)
M/M | Rating: Mature | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 2,465 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Infidelity, Movie Night, Sam Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Floor Sex, Non-Penetrative Sex, Drinking, Dubious Consent, Past Rape/Non-con, Guilt, Gift Exchange [contains background destiel]
Summary: “Dean is a good man, and I love him. But sometimes, I…” Cas licks his lips. “Sam, I’m afraid.” Sam should leave. He should walk away. He should run. But his body is heavy and wine-drunk, his head spins at what Cas might be hinting at. “What are you afraid of?”
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45. The One You're With by gracerene
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 5,397 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Unrequited Wincest, Unrequited Sastiel, Platonic Sex, Friendship, Sexually Inexperienced Castiel, Fuck Or Die, Curses, Frottage, POV Sam Winchester, Season/Series 12, Hung Sam Winchester, Present Tense
Summary: Sam knows better than to touch anything in the bunker that looks even the slightest bit suspicious. And yet…
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46. Wins & Losses by Threshie
M/M, Multi | Rating: Teen+ | Major Character Death | Words: 17,384 | Chapters: 8/8
Tags: Temporarily Dead Castiel, Heartbroken Sam Winchester, Comforting Dean Winchester, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sastiel, Wincest, Wincestiel, Poly Vee With Sam Pivot, Cuddling & Snuggling, Men of Letters Bunker, Angst with a Happy Ending, Touchy-Feely, Grieving Sam Winchester, Idiots in Love [complete tags on Ao3]
Summary: A few months after Sam and Castiel start dating, the angel is killed. Still reeling from the loss of his best friend, Dean can’t just sit and watch Sam’s heartbreak slowly pull him away, too.
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47. Now I am here by Matthew1972
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 13,728 | Chapters: 5/5
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Asexual Relationship, Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Feelings Realization, Hugs, Boys Kissing, Case Fic, Monster Hunters, Crime Scenes, Angst, Blood, Hurt, Pagan Gods, Magic
Summary: Castiel and Sam have come to another nameless town to free it from the claws of a dark and ancient power. As they work the case their friendship grows stronger, changing into something more or does it? This, here, now… brings the confirmation they each needed.
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48. Something Good by posingasme
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 5,876 | Chapters: 4/4
Tags: Food Issues, showtunes, Sleep Deprivation, Hurt Sam Winchester, Sick Sam Winchester
Summary: Everyone deals with their losses in their own way, and Sam prefers to work things out on his own. But his angel friend can’t stand on the sidelines as the hunter wastes away in pain. Sam may have had a complex past, but an angel’s love is proof that he must have done something good.
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49. Something to Talk About by Fae-and-night (goodgirlgonegeek16)
Gen, M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 777 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: mentions Castiel but he's not actually here, Bunker Era, Dean being a big brother, telltale hickies, Love Bites
Summary: To be honest, Sam thought it took Dean way longer than he would’ve expected to figure he and Castiel were together.
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50. Lois by posingasme
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 4,195 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Superman References (DCU), Awkward Crush, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings
Summary: Jack discovers the joy of comic books, and reminds Castiel of a time when Bobby Singer called him Superman. And Dean had an opinion about who his Lois Lane was.
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51. Happy Ain't a Two-Story Victorian, But it Might Be This by Cuda (Scylla)
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 3,382 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Episode: s14e15 Peace of Mind, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fake Marriage, Mind Control, Mind Manipulation, Dean Winchester Tries, Family Issues, Jack Kline & Dean Winchester Bonding
Summary: Sam and Castiel have been on a mission to an Arkansas hamlet, and they haven't checked in. When Dean and Jack trail them to a quiet street in Charming Acres, what they find is nothing like either of them expected. To be honest, cleaning out a nest of vampires might be easier than this, but Dean's going to give it the old college try. Whatever that means.
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52. Milestones and Misunderstandings by klove0511
Part 2 of Milestones 'verse
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 2,711 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: mildly homophobic!Mary, inappropriate anniversary gifts, protective!Dean, Sam Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Season/Series 14, Fluff, Tumblr Prompt, Oblivious!Dean
Summary: There is something different about Sam and Cass. The lingering stares, the intimate touches. The careful whispers and secret smiles. Dean knew it. He was going to get to the bottom of it, one way or another.
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53. Stricta Dormire by klove0511
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | Major Character Death | Words: 3,583 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Temporary Character Death, Fairy Tale Type Death, Established Relationship, Hurt Sam Winchester, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hell Trauma, Season/Series 14 Spoilers, Sad Dean Winchester, Sad Castiel, Grief/Mourning, True Love's Kiss
Summary: When Sam is hit by a spell, Cass is the only one that can save him. Meanwhile, Dean is grieving his brother, unaware of the struggle going on within Sam’s mind.
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54. Roadhouse Rough by posingasme
Gen, M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 12,738 | Chapters: 10/10
Tags: Curtain Fic, Alcohol, Hurt Sam Winchester, Retired Hunter Sam Winchester, Bartender Sam Winchester, Permanent Injury
Summary: The last tangle with the last archangel ended with an act of spite, from which Sam will never recover. Lucifer’s bitter parting gift to his wayward vessel means Sam’s forced retirement. He runs the hub from his very own Roadhouse, and watches over a powered-down nephilim, while a weakened but recovering Castiel hunts at Dean’s side. It’s a rough life, but someone’s got to do it.
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55. Familiar Spirits by Cuda (Scylla)
M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 6,619 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Wisconsin - Freeform, The Beast of Bray Road, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Season/Series 15, Monster of the Week, Case Fic, Sastiel Secret Santa Exchange, Sastiel - Freeform, Sastiel Secret Santa 2019
Summary: Fills in a little gap of time between 15-7 and 15-8. Sam's on the hunt for Eileen, and winds up on a case in the middle of Wisconsin in December. What seems like a straightforward case of werewolves gets out of hand, when the werewolves turn out to be something Sam's never encountered before. It's Castiel to the rescue, but in the middle of the night in a refrigerator of a forest, one wrong move could be the last one they ever make.
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56. a rock with a hole in it by De_Nugis
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 11,052 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: faerie - Freeform, possibly in some way a Canadian shack fic, except Faerie, Consent Issues, animal death (hunting), Unrequited Destiel, Soulless Sam Winchester, POV Castiel
Summary: Castiel walks back into Faerie with Sam's soul in a jar in his pocket.
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57. Right Now by spideybegins
Gen, M/M | Rating: Teen+ | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 1,512 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Hurt Sam Winchester, Comforting Castiel, samcas, Sastiel - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Season/Series 15, Angst, Crying Sam Winchester, Don’t Look at These Messy Tags, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, no beta we die like men
Summary: The one where Cas hears Sam crying and realizes he’s been avoiding the youngest Winchester for much too long. Set somewhere in season 15.
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58. It’s Good to Be Here Again, With You by raisinghellonstarbug
M/M | Rating: Gen | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 2,240 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Canon Compliant, Reunions, Mentioned Dean Winchester, Fluff and Angst, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Sharing a Bed, Season/Series 15, Episode: s15e07 Last Call
Summary: Sam is missing Castiel and doesn't understand why he left. He knows Dean has something to do with it. But then he shows back up just in time before Sam's in real trouble.
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59. wishing too hard for them to stay by angelfishofthelord
Gen | Rating: Not Rated | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 1,727 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: Episode s15e17 coda, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, One Shot, Season/Series 15, Season/Series 15 Speculation, POV First Person, POV Sam Winchester [complete tags on Ao3]
Summary: You tell me you’re doing to die, and I don’t yell at you. Instead I say, “Let’s go for a walk.”
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⚠️ Unfinished Fic - last updated in 2013
60. Of Blood And Water by lovedsammy
M/M, Gen | Rating: Mature | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Words: 20,081 Chapters: 7/?
Tags: 8x23, Fallen Angels, Post Season/Series 08, Hurt/Comfort, Family, Romance, Angst, fallen!cas, Hurt!Sam, Hurt!Cas, Slash, stigmata!sam, Stigmata, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, AU, Season/Series 9 canon divergent, Friendship
Summary: Now AU to season 9! Post-8x23, "Sacrifice". Both of them were wounded, broken, in need of repair; both of them had done things in the name of the greater good and had ultimately failed and caused something or another to bend and break and destroy upon itself. They'd both wrecked themselves to achieve an end, and in turn wrecked others. But they couldn't have been more than two opposites on the end of the spectrum that somehow aligned at the middle-point, and now there was no going back.
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💜💀🖤 Self Rec 💜💀🖤
(because this is a list of my favs, and I wrote it for me)
61. grief and husbands on the interstate by ladygizarme
M/M | Rating: Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 2,787 | Chapters: 1/1
Tags: background wincest, background wincestiel - Freeform, they're a polycule but they're sam-centered, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Rimming, Bottom Sam Winchester, Spit As Lube, Wound Tending, Episode: s14e01 Stranger in a Strange Land, part coda, Part fix-it, Polyamory, Anal Sex
Summary: En route from Detroit back to the bunker, Cas makes them stop at a motel. Sam is exhausted, and so is everybody else. But right now, Castiel's priority is Sam, and he knows just what he needs. Part coda, part fix-it to 14x01.
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Daily Mixes Challenge - 2K follower celebration
I wasn't sure about doing a follower celebration as I'm quite sporadic with posting but I just surpassed 2K followers, I will be celebrating my birthday in May (the same day as Sam Winchester), and my blog will be turning 3 and I wanted to celebrate.
A multi-fandom challenge with no end date for sign ups or posting entries.
Music inspires me in my day to day life and as I have progressive hearing loss I listen to A LOT of music. I want to consume as much as I can before I can’t do it any more.
So my challenge is this: send me an ASK picking one of the below categories:
Daily Mix 1
Daily Mix 2
Daily Mix 3
Daily Mix 4
Daily Mix 5
Daily Mix 6
Pop
R&B
Hip Hop
Dance
Rock
Metal
2010s
2000s
90s
80s
Chill
Happy
Upbeat
Romantic
Moody
I will hit shuffle on the corresponding Spotify playlist and give you the first song that plays. You then have to write a fic or create a mood board, aesthetic or piece of art based on that song or the feelings it gives you.
More Info below the cut.
I will make sure no one gets the same song.
For anyone who doesn’t use Spotify, it creates “made for you” playlists that are personalised to your tastes and they change from day to day. It changes DAILY, so I don’t know what song you could get. I listen to anything from cheesy pop to hardcore rock.
Info & Guidelines - cause no one likes rules:
Fandoms I’m interested in but you can write for any fandom you wish. Supernatural, Marvel, Top Gun: Maverick, DC, Shadow & Bone, The Witcher, Outer Banks, Yellowstone-verse, Sons Of Anarchy. And probably more feel free to ask.
Bonus points for: Sam Winchester/Jared Padalecki, Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie, Erik ‘Kilmonger’ Stevens/Michael B Jordan, and Geralt/Henry Cavill.
MARVEL NOTE: I won’t read Tony Stark fics. He can be a supporting character but I won’t read anything that is centred around him. Sorry. I have a reason for this that I’m happy to discuss but it’s a bit dark and this is supposed to be fun.😉
Feel free to combine this with any other bingos/challenges you are partaking in if they allow the same.
Can be fluff, smut, angst, kinks, crack, A/B/O, AU’s whatever floats your boat. Dark themes welcome.
Any and ALL trigger warnings must be highlighted. I’ll step out of my comfort zone and read anything - except Tony Stark, paedophilia, necrophilia and scat play (don’t look it up).
Any and all ships welcome.
Can be reader insert, 1st/3rd person, OC or character’s POV. Whatever you prefer.
Fics can be any length, but PLEASE use a ‘keep reading’ line for long posts or fics over 500 words.
If the song you get doesn’t spark any inspiration, there’s no pressure to do it, and feel free to ask for another.
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You don’t have to be following me.
No end date for requests
No due date for entries.
Use the tag #666DailyMix so I can find it and don’t forget to tag me in your work.
Would appreciate a reblog for a signal boost
I will reblog all entries
I will create a master list and update whenever there is a new submission
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* 2023 Writing Summary
Total Words Written: 295,823
AO3 Wordcount***: 273,755
Best Month (somehow): February at 43,422 words
Worst Month: November with 12,177 words
Highest Day: 5904 words
Lowest Non Zero day: 2 words
Daily Average: 815 words
Total 0 days: 107
*** reminder that AO3 Wordcount doesn't match for 2 reasons. ***
My spreadsheet tracks all words written in that year, posted or not, while AO3 obviously only shows the posted BUT will use words from previous years if a story started during a previous year was finished during the next.
Fic Breakdown: 37 Posted Fics
18 Witcher
9 One Piece
5 Crossovers
4 Supernatural
1 MHA
Top 5 Fics by Hits:
Matter of Convenience - 20,431 hits. Witcher, Rated E, longfic
A Swordsman Walks Into a Bar - 5219 hits. One Piece, Rated E, Oneshot
Not All Mushrooms are for Eating - 4049 hits. One Piece, Rated E, Linked drabbles
When the Captain Walks Into the Galley - 3900 hits. One Piece, Rated E, Oneshot sequel to Swordsman (above)
Lunchtime is for Talking, Not Eating... Apparently - 3419 hits. Witcher, Rated T. Part 10 of a series
Fic Lengths
3 long fics (78k, 42k, 28k - 2 of these i'd been working on since 2022 at least)
12 medium length fics (5-10k)
22 short fics (3k and less)
A lot of these fics ONLY happened because of events during the year such as @reverseprompts @spncoldesthits @thewitcherflashfic @save-a-witcher-bingo @smubbles-etc and more
Thank you for everyone who encouraged me this year! I really needed it!
Also, i have noticed i never did one of these last year so i'll need to put one of those together too i guess.
@loki-is-my-kink-awakening thanks for the tag! enjoy :D
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Masterlist
Please assume that all works on this blog are aimed at those 18 and over. For those under, please do not engage.
Supernatural
Jensen: Includes all Jensen fics and any character he has played.
Jared: Includes all Jared fics and any character he has played.
Misha: Includes all Misha fics and any character he has played.
Chuck/God
Creedence Creek Trilogy
The Boys
The Vampire Diaries
Threesomes and Moresomes
Bingoes
SPN Kink Bingo 2019
Heaven and Hell Bingo 2019
Suptober 2019 (It is not a bingo, but it's going here, anyway)
Jules' Fic Recs
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JessyBarnes' Masterlist
DISCLAIMER: MY BLOG IS 18+ ONLY! NO MINORS! Please do not copy, repost, plagiarize, translate, adapt, or republish ANY of my work to other websites or platforms. I take great pride in my work, and I spend a lot of time creating them. The only websites I will be posting works on are Tumblr under the username jessybarnes and AO3 under the username j_snow_writes. I don't own any of the celebrities or characters that I write for. Please read all of the warnings on my works before proceeding.
NOTE: I check EVERY single blog that likes, reblogs, comments on my posts, and follows me. If your blog is BLANK I will be blocking and reporting as spam IMMEDIATELY. IF I CANNOT MESSAGE YOU BECAUSE YOU DON'T FOLLOW ME YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! IF IT ISN'T BLANK, BUT HAS NO AGE IN THE BIO, I will be sending you a message that will allow you UNTIL NOON EASTERN STANDARD TIME the following day to respond with your age. If you do not respond within that time frame, you'll be blocked with ZERO exceptions. My blog is 18+ ONLY and I intend to maintain that. This is for both you're safety and mine.
Heart Divider by: @firefly-graphics
Reblog Divider by: @cafekitsune
***Flash Warning Below The Cut***
Marvel Masterlist
Masterlist Link
Supernatural Masterlist
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Harry Potter Masterlist
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Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick Masterlist
Masterlist Link
Lord of the Rings Masterlist
Masterlist Link
Metallica Masterlist
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Real Person Fiction Masterlist
Masterlist Link
Miscellaneous Masterlist
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Photoshops
Photoshop For Soft Touches and Nose Kisses
Destroyer!Sebastian x Defending Jacob!Chris
Evanstan - The Notebook Rewrite - | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
Photoshop For Dirty Little Secret
Challenges/Bingos
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
LGBTQ+ Bingo Masterlist
AFG Mixed Bingo Masterlist
AFG AU Bingo Masterlist
AFG Angst Bingo Masterlist
AFG Kink Bingo Masterlist
AFG Dark Bingo Masterlist
AFG Fluff Bingo Masterlist
Bad Things Happen Bingo Masterlist
Bingo Of Our Own Masterlist
Comfortember 2022 Masterlist
MF Bingo Masterlist
Bad Bitches Bingo Masterlist
Meeting Sebastian Stan
The video I took of Sebastian when my daughter and I met him at NYCC 2022
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Bucky Barnes Bingo Master List 2023
This past year I was able to participate in the latest round of the @buckybarnesbingo and it was a lot of fun! Below the cut is the list of all the fun fics I was able to put together for this incredible bingo and I encourage any Bucky fan to head on over and check it out when the next round rolls around! You won't be disappointed!
Title: You're My Home
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: C2: Angst
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings/Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Kidnapping, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Psychological Trauma, Rescue Missions, Cabin Fic, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Hopeful Ending, Established Relationship
Summary: Upon Bucky's disappearance Tony and the others worked their way into a rescue mission to bring him back home. Things take a turn for the worst when the mission forces Tony and Bucky to flee into the bitter winter weather trapped together in a cabin where Bucky has no memory of the life he put behind him after Hydra's latest torture. Concerned for his lover, Tony works to find a way to reach Bucky after the trauma.
Word Count: 4178
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46870918
Title: Turning The Page
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: Bucky Barnes Bingo: U1: AU: Stripper
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Stag Nights & Bachelor Parties, Sexual Content, Lap dance
Summary: The night before Tony's wedding he and his friends have decided to spend his last single night going out on a high note with the party of the century. Surrounded by those close to him, Tony finds himself facing the prospect of happily ever after until his friends encourage him to take on a sexy private lap dance with a far too tempting dancer that could change the way he views the future moving forward. Could one dance change everything about Tony's future?
Word Count: 6,680
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46798801
Title: Just Do It
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: U4: "Just Do It"
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content, Mile High Club, Feelings Realization
Summary: After the battle is over and the team flies back home, Clint encourages Bucky to go catch up with Tony to discuss where their relationship is headed with one another.
Word Count: 5242
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46775440
Title: Harder
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: K1: Kink: "Harder"
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Sexual Content, Feelings Realization, Sex in a Car, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary: Tony takes a chance on reclaiming his future by inviting Bucky to Malibu for an impromptu trip where after a date night the two find themselves on a detour after they are met by temptation.
Word Count: 2213
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46437511
Title: Home Again (Chapter 26)
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: B2: Sam Wilson/Falcon
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Romance, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Slow Burn, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension
Summary: Bucky finds himself facing a new enemy as an old friend threatens to destroy his future. Caught up in a battle, Bucky faces down some darker parts of his past while he, Tony, and Sam take on the Architect's army.
Word Count: 8367
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/116856637
Title: Tuesday
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: Y5: Compromise
Rating: Teen and Up
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Getting Together, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Making Out, Feelings Realization, Massage, Adult Content, adult conversations
Summary: Tony's Tuesday morning at the office takes him by surprise when Bucky arrives with a bold suggestion for the two of them moving forward.
Word Count: 4138
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47054182
Title: Birthday Beginnings
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: Bucky Barnes Bingo: U3: Popsicle
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Endgame, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Flirting, Parent Tony Stark, Injury Recovery, Happy Ending, Second Chances, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Protective Bucky Barnes, Hurt Tony Stark, Reunions, Birthday Party
Summary: Tony's made peace with his ending after the battle against Thanos has him leaving the world as he knows it, but instead of finding a place to rest, Tony wakes up in a new world where everything is almost the same except for the fact he's waking up next to Bucky Barnes in his bed on Tony's birthday. From his awakening at the end of it all Tony finds himself facing a second chance at a new beginning. Will it prove to be everything he ever needed in his life?
Word Count: 7156
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47166235/chapters/118837336
Title: Birthday Beginnings (Multichapter)
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: B4: AU: Reincarnation
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Endgame, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Flirting, Parent Tony Stark, Injury Recovery, Happy Ending, Second Chances, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Protective Bucky Barnes, Hurt Tony Stark, Reunions, Birthday Party
Summary: Tony's glimpse of his new world leaves him longing to hold onto the new joys he's found in his life. Will this awakening on his birthday be the key to his happiness or a tease before the big finish to a long life of struggles?
Word Count: 13493
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47166235/chapters/119176831
Title: The Morning After
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: Y2: Pining
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Morning After, Misunderstandings, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Content, Pining, Insecurity, Vulnerability, One Night Stands, Idiots in Love
Summary: The morning after Tony and Bucky threw caution to the wind and took their flirtation to the next level, Tony wakes up wondering if their time together was a one night thing or if there is the potential for something more between them after waking up the morning after changes all the rules between them.
Word Count: 3925
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47477581
Title: Home Again (Chapter 27)
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: C1: Doppelgangers, Evil Twins
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content
Summary: Bucky's race to save Tony's future results in a final, dark showdown against The Architect. With the future on the line, only one will be left standing at the end of this war to save the world and bring Tony home again.
Word Count: 14071
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/120018727
Title: Home Again (Chapter 28)
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: Y1: Pain
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content
Summary: The aftermath of Bucky's sacrifice leads Bucky to a surprising discovery where his life and future with Tony are concerned.
Word Count: 10998
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/120199294
Title: Home Again (Chapter 29)
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: B3: Magnet
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content
Summary: Bucky's growing frustration mounts as he unleashes his upset on Sam. When a chance encounter brings Bucky closer to Tony again, will the chemistry between them be all but forgotten or will the sparks fly in ways that bring hope for a future between them?
Word Count: 12149
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/120323923
Title: Home Again (Chapter 30)
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: C3: Free Square
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content
Summary: Bucky experiences a painful reunion and pours his heart out to an old friend as his grief over what he lost consumes him. Just when it seems all hope is lost, Sam offers Bucky a surprise that could change everything. Meanwhile Tony and Ramsay share a heart to heart that could potentially put Tony on the right track after his time with Bucky was stolen from his memory.
Word Count: 10319
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/120843835
Title: Now What?
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: U2: Comic Bucky holding a knife and talking on the phone
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov/Clint Barton
Warnings/Tags: Idiots in Love, Threesome, Sexual Content, Apologies, Making Up, Cooking, Massage, Polyamory, Swearing
Summary: When Natasha leaves the tower after getting frustrated with Clint and Bucky's repeating fighting, the two are left wondering if this is the end of their relationship. Fearing the worst the two work together to try to get in good graces with Natasha all over again.
Word Count: 6669
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48200101
Title: Never Have I Ever
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: K4: Kink: Held Down
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Sexual Content, Jealousy, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Minor Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Light Bondage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Blindfolds, Restraints, Declarations Of Love, Established Relationship, Angst, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism
Summary: When the team gets together to spend a night under the stars playing a game of Never Have I Ever, it opens the door to a tense situation where Bucky and Tony are left facing an uncomfortable truth about the history they have with Steve. Will it prove to be the thing that pulls their blossoming relationship apart or will it bring them closer together when everything is said and done?
Word Count: 14,368
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48269416
Title: Dark Obsession
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: C4: Photo of Bucky as the Winter Soldier
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Clubbing, Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Light Choking, Rope Bondage, Light Dom/sub, BDSM, Wax Play, Sex Toys, Restraints, Swearing, Switching, Biting, Ice Play, Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Friendship
Summary: On the anniversary of his parents' deaths Tony finds himself looking for a distraction after Steve stands Tony up on their night clubbing. Undeterred in his quest to find a new distraction Tony works his way into a steamy new club in town where he finds himself drawn in by a sexy stranger who turns Tony's world around in unimaginable ways.
Word Count: 17988
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48772465
Title: A Day at the Beach
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: K2: Meet Cute
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Single Parent Tony Stark, Minor Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Flirting, Kissing, Innuendo, Past Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark Friendship, Science Bros | Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Head Injury
Summary: Tony and Morgan's daddy/daughter day at the beach takes an unexpected turn as the sexy lifeguard Tony has been eyeing rides in to Tony's rescue.
Word Count: 6140
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49099954
Title: If I Could Turn Back Time
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: Y3: Fears Appear in Reality
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past James "Rhodey" Rhodes/Tony Stark, Unrequited Crush, Bucky Barnes & Loki Friendship, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Canon-Typical Violence, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cigarettes, Drinking, Aftermath of Violence, Group Kissing, Sexual Content, dual timelines, Supernatural Elements, Matchmaker Tony Stark
Summary: In the past Bucky's dark history comes back to haunt him in the worst possible way. Meanwhile in the future Tony and Bucky are headed towards happily ever after when tragedy strikes under suspicious circumstances and Loki decides its time to intervene on his friends' behalf to make things right for them once and for all in ways that could change everything forever.
Word Count: 19865
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49659079/chapters/125339104
Title: Tempted
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: Y4: No Powers
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/ Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Dating, Tony Stark Has PTSD, Single Parent Tony Stark, Panic Attacks, Stalker, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Tony Stark has a stalker, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Swearing, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has Issues, Flirting, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Mild Blood
Summary: Tony Stark's life takes an unexpected turn when after months of being bombarded, an antonymous stalker takes things a touch too far sending Tony and Morgan's lives into a tailspin. When Pepper reaches out to an old friend for assistance after Tony refuses to heed her advice, sexy bodyguard Bucky Barnes shows up at Tony's doorstep ready to get to the heart of the problem taking place. Armed with a new mission and a cover story posing as Tony's new live-in lover meant to explain Bucky's presence in Tony's life, the two find their way to solving Tony's stalker problem together while flirting with danger and romance along the way.
Word Count: 7282
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464692/chapters/130059559
Title: Tempted (Chapter 3)
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: B5: Kink: You’re Such a Tease
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Tony Stark Has PTSD, Single Parent Tony Stark,Panic Attacks, Stalker, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Tony Stark has a stalker, Adult Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Flirting, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, past trauma, Protective Happy Hogan
Summary: Bucky and Tony retreat to a safe space where Tony can recenter after his panic attack pulled him from the VIP premiere party. In the dark two share a quiet conversation where sparks fly, but will danger be lurking in the shadows?
Word Count: 1071
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464692/chapters/130358419
Title: The Next Adventure
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: U5: AU: Pirates
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/?
Warnings/Tags: drinking, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Open ended, No set pairing, Digital Art, Art and ficlet, Ficlet, Pirates, Art, Alternate Universe, contemplations
Summary: Bucky's life is set to sail towards new discoveries and tonight he has decided he's about to take on his biggest adventure yet.
Word Count: 559
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52094623
Title: Waking Up To Forever (Chapter 3)
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: B1: AU: Royalty
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Supernatural Elements, Multiverse, Established Relationship, Adult Content, Angst and Romance, Honeymoon, Dreams and Nightmares, Parent Tony Stark, Sexual Content, Romantic Soulmates, Not Sharon Carter Friendly, Canon-Typical Violence, Memories
Summary: While on his honeymoon with Bucky in Wakanda, Tony finds himself in the other world where he gets a glimpse of the life the man in The Architect's world faced where a forbidden love and hope for the future guided that Tony to make change in the world around him.
Word Count: 6649
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49392865/chapters/134951323
Title: Serenity
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: K5: Comic image of Bucky
Rating: Teen and Up
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Feelings Realization, Flirting, Peaceful moments, Good Cat Alpine (Marvel)
Summary: While cleaning up in his makeshift lab at Bucky's home, Tony finds himself contemplating all the ways he'd grown to appreciate Bucky in his life while watching Bucky play with Alpine in their quiet morning together.
Word Count: 2371
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53396959
Title: Going To Extremes
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: K3: Mad Science
Rating: Teen and Up
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Established Relationship, Making Out, Swearing, Adult Content, Mad Science, Alien Technology, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Flirting
Summary: When an exceedingly hard battle puts Tony in the position to lose Bucky, he makes a choice that he fears could cause them to fall apart entirely. In Bucky's awakening, the two face the consequences of Tony's actions and what it means moving forward.
Word Count: 4140
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53417161
Title: Reckless
Author: scottxlogan
Card #: B014
Square(s) Filled: C5: AU: Mafia/Mobsters
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark
Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Assassin Bucky Barnes, Sexual Content, Mobster Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - Mob, Explicit Language, Sexual Tension, Missions Gone Wrong, Attraction, Light Angst, Smut, Obsession
Summary: Bucky's spent most of his life with the family doing their dirty work as their ruthless enforcer serving as the dark assassin they need, but when his latest job sends him into a tailspin of the unexpected with arms dealer and mob boss Tony Stark as his mark, it appears that all the rules Bucky's lived by are changing and everything he knows about himself is about to be broken in ways he wasn't entirely prepared for.
Word Count: 4070
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53419438
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SPN Kink Event - Masterlist
New bingo for the SPN kink event!! Hope I’ll be able to write as many as possible!!
I take ideas and requests for this bingo, as I don’t have many! You can send an ask with the square and your idea for it! The ones in bold are actually already being written!
Squares under the cut!
Oviposition
Saxx
Public sex
Collars
Free Space
Master/Slave
Total Power Exchange
Grinding : Naive (Jensen x F!Reader)
Knife Play
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Urban Fantasy Bingo
1. Main character dates a serial killer but the show thinks he’s just a complicated bad boy
2. Codependent siblings
3. Rampant unintended homosexual tension
4. Incest
5. Creepy dolls
6. Exploitative shots of dead teenage girl’s corpse
7. Narrative unsympathetic when bitchy teenage girls gets murdered
8. Parent or significant other in law enforcement
9. Shady big pharma
10. Ugly and/or disabled girl with no personality flaws
11. Amnesia
12. Black best friend (bonus points if gay)
13. Love interest with no personality besides fucking and sports
14. Love interest with no personality besides being embroiled in supernatural bullshit
15. Someone dies during sex
16. Main character commits rape but narrative refuses to acknowledge it as anything but angsty manpain behavior
17. Randomly excellent episode in an otherwise lackluster show
18. Writer’s room fetishist on display
19. Bodyswap/bodysnatch/shapeshift/possession
20. Everyone cares about the blood feud
21. Hundred-year-old urban legends or local history shockingly relevant to small town youths
22. Narrative clumsily attempts to make serial killer sympathetic
23. “the ugly one” played by a hollywood ten
24. Mortal threat to a character’s life during a sports game
25. Murder at prom
26. Super special chosen one and/or ancient prophecy
27. Writers convinced that remorse is the same as redemption
28. Love triangle
29. Snarky put-downs towards clear sources of inspiration
30. Love interests swap because the bad boy character was too interesting to the audience
31. Musical episode
32. Fictional classic monster actually existed in-universe
33. Character witnesses an alternate timeline where they didn’t exist and/or died
34. Character comes back as a ghost but gets no speaking lines so the show could save on the acting fee
35. Evil twin
36. Reincarnated true love
37. Super sexy high femme who’s actually 200 years old
38. Manic monster dream girl
39. Weird hybrids
40. Masquerade ball
41. Characters in class receive a lecture on a topic relevant to the episode
42. Flashback episode
43. Villain has a weird kink
44. Illegitimate lovechild
45. Abusive parent has a favorite child
46. Someone cuts their palm for a blood sacrifice
47. Someone sacrifices a pet for an evil ritual
48. Black witches have more power
49. Scene at the morgue
50. Teenage alcoholism
51. Regular alcoholism
52. Visible manifestations of someone’s guilt and/or plot exposition in the form of dead loved ones
53. Dead perfect significant other
54. Characters get caught doing something and give transparently fake names of celebrities or pop culture references
55. Musical sequence that exists only to show that an actor can dance, sing or play an instrument
56. CPR brings someone back to life and doesn’t break any ribs
57. Character discovers secret power at last second before they almost die
58. Secret society has a ritual to decide who is the head honcho monster
59. Incongruous musical choice
60. Someone has a dark side/evil blood/a prophecy that they’ll go evil
61. Someone turns into a violent sociopath because they lose their soul and/or humanity
62. Somebody bleeds out the eyes or mouth, or has a nosebleed that someone else has to call attention to
63. Significant other hunts what you are
64. Halloween episode
65. “You tried to kill me and that takes grit, I’m proud of you”
66. “There’s nothing on the other side when you die” especially if we know ghosts exist
67. Inconsistent ghost rules
68. The enemy of my bigger enemy
69. Head in a box
70. Cold opening of teenagers getting eaten because of a dare, bonus points for haunted house
71. Racist one-off criminal encounter
72. “Cool costume, bro” to an actual monster
73. Halloween costumes significant to role character plays in the story
74. Wise mentor figure with colorful past and parental affection towards protagonist
75. The one normal guy who keeps getting pulled into bullshit
76. Everybody in the cast dates each other as the writer’s room tries to figure out what the fans want
77. Immortal character put in a box
78. Non-human has to pass as human…badly
79. Ancient character has to adjust to modern day
80. Random regular human with an axe to grind
81. Bait and switch big bad at the end of the story, turns out to actually be a main cast member having a meltdown after taking out villain
82. Head of the secret council actually an evil puppet master
83. Police scanner
84. Debilititis
85. People randomly discovering superpowers around puberty
86. Character that main character hates for no good reason turns out to be evil all along
87. Plot-relevant celestial event
88. Someone telekinetically forces people to turn their guns on each other or themselves
89. Badly-pronounced French
90. The apocalypse originates in this small podunk-ass town
91. Unreasonable hometown pride
92. Latin as the mother tongue of magic
93. Local police covering up for high monster murder rate
94. Single parent is overworked medical practitioner
95. Guardian is not yet ready for this level of responsibility
96. Someone turned out to have a child they didn’t know about
97. Weird pregnancy (bonus if no sex actually happened)
98. Someone’s kid gets aged up to skip working with a child actor
99. Somebody sends their child “away” to keep them from getting embroiled in the bullshit and then they get embroiled in the bullshit anyway
100. Descendants of an immortal
101. Resurrection with no consequences
102. Resurrection or healing with consequences will haunt the protagonist
103. Protagonist has at least one dead parent
104. A friend of the main cast dies in the pilot
105. Candlelight vigil for a high school student
106. Fucked up mother-son dynamics
107. Daddy issues
108. “Fear makes the meat taste better” and/or “I like to watch them scream”
109. Souls get sold and/or girls get married to Satan
110. Deal with the devil turns you into a ticking time bomb
111. “you worded your wish wrong”
112. Alternate reality without magic
113. Real-world religions or spiritual practices treated as monsters of the week
114. All myths contain a grain of truth
115. Someone attacks a wedding
116. Mundane who really wants to be a monster
117. Redhead
118. Feral child raised by wolves
119. Bitchy cheerleader
120. Characters go undercover at a school
121. Mental institution episode
122. Protagonist framed for murder
123. Cold open of dog-walker getting eaten while dog runs away
124. Show starts off with missing or murdered girl
125. Animal motif or animal companion
126. Non-human but non-animal sidekick
127. “The council sent me to give you exposition”
128. Secret society of hunters
129. The Corporation
130. Death by bees
131. Jumpscare
132. Douchebro thinks he’s getting seduced but is actually about to get eaten
133. Siblings have pronounced disagreements over how to feel about their absentee parent
134. Deep South
135. Magic can solve everything except cancer
136. Beautiful sprawling mansion
137. Musical sequence intercutting one couple having sex and someone else dying or doing something else dramatic
138. Safehouse and/or bunker
139. “s/he was just trying to protect you” used as a justification for abjectly abusive parenting
140. Family with oodles of generational wealth
141. Groundhog Day Episode
142. Random skull in dark place
143. Someone punches a mirror
144. Black blood
145. Weird eye color signifies supernatural status
146. Wicker Man episode
147. Pagan gods
148. Faith healer
149. Couple going on a date gets eaten
150. Someone gets murdered in a church
151. Villain boasts that “maybe that works on wimpy monsters, but not me”
152. Chasing the murderer through a house of mirrors
153. Diner
154. Episode titles named after songs or famous books
155. Supernatural war
156. Getting out of a Faustian bargain
157. Someone wakes up tied to a chair at an insane dinner party full of corpses
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Before You Know It
Square/s Filled: Filming sex - @spnkinkbingo / Doggystyle - @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo
Pairing: Dean Smith x Female!Reader
Word count: 2,700
Summary: Dean has to leave for a business trip in London, giving Y/N the idea of making sure he has something to keep him satisfied while he's away.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut: dirty talk, d/s elements, filming sex, restraints, oral sex (female receiving), spanking, hair pulling, daddy kink, doggystyle, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), more fluff.
A/N: So excited to bring this time stamp of Love On The 26th Floor to y'all! There might be a couple more in the works ;) Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy.
Y/N’s black heels clicked against the wooden floorboards as she walked out of the elevator, turning the corner of the foyer and into the apartment. She yawned as she made her way through the penthouse, dropping her purse on the table of the breakfast nook before continuing into the bedroom. She went straight into the bathroom, washing her hands and wiping them on the soft white towel, placing it back on the rack before she sauntered into the walk-in closet. It had been a long day at work, her new job as a publishing assistant kicking her ass on a daily basis, but she enjoyed every second of it. Of course she missed working at Smith Construction for the main reason of extended lunches with Dean, but she was happy to be doing what she loved, finally.
As she slipped out of her five-inch patent leather pumps, she removed her earrings and bracelet, her ears perking up as she heard loud footsteps echoing in the hallway towards the room. She smiled as Dean appeared in the threshold to the closet, their eyes meeting in the mirror.
“What are you doing home so early?” she asked, as he walked over to her. It was just about to turn 6pm, and he had been working late in the past few weeks, so she was surprised to see him. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist as he reached her, his lips on her neck, causing a content sigh to leave her as her eyes fluttered closed.
“Gotta start packing for London,” he replied, his voice deep but flat, his head lifting up to frown at her in the mirror.
Her facial expression matched his as she whined, turning around in his arms, draping hers around his neck. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Duty calls, sweetheart,” he muttered, nuzzling his nose against hers as his green orbs stared into hers. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
She scoffed; her eyes wide as she looked up at him. “Two weeks! That’s longer than other trips.”
“I know,” he sighed heavily, but he smirked as a thought came to him, “but I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”
She hummed, leaning up and kissing him softly, lingering a little longer to imply it was already heading somewhere. “Unless… there’s something we can do now so we don’t miss each other too much…”
“Like what?” he asked, the timbre of his voice deep and husky as his eyes darkened.
Y/N smiled mischievously as she stepped back slightly, her hands reaching up to loosen his tie. He pulled it off and threw it on the floor as her fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off him along with his suit jacket as their eyes were locked on each other. Her hands skimmed over the smooth skin of his chest, his lingering gaze causing her to bite her lip.
“Wait for me,” she stated, nudging her chin towards the bedroom.
Dean lifted an eyebrow in curiosity as he stepped back, turning away from her as he made his way into the other room. She quickly stripped out of her work clothes, leaving her black thigh-high stockings on as she walked over to another set of drawers. She opened the top one, taking out a sexier, black, lacy push up bra and quickly snapping the clasp behind her back, pulling on the matching thong to complete the set. She fluffed her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror, walking out of the closet to the bedroom.
She smiled as she saw Dean sitting on the bed, his elbows pressed into the mattress under him as he propped himself up, a wide grin appearing on his face as he saw her. He quickly stood up and met her halfway, but she stopped him as she pressed her fist into his torso. She winked as he looked confused, reaching into his back pocket for his personal cell and walking over to the table in the corner of the room, near the armchair next to the large, floor-to-ceiling window. She propped it up against the lamp, pointed the camera towards the bed and switched to video mode, pressing the red button and seeing it start to record before she joined him.
“So you have something to keep you satisfied in London,” she whispered against his lips.
He groaned in approval as he leaned down, pressing a searing kiss to her mouth as he pulled her close, their hands roughly grabbing at each other’s bodies. He groaned again as her nails scraped against his skin, a slight sting against his flesh as she reached for his belt. He grabbed her wrists, his eyes dark as he glared down at her.
“I’m the one who’s always in control, sweetheart,” he husked, sternly. “I thought you knew that by now. Unless you need a reminder…”
Dean’s hands fell down to her waist, swiftly pushing her down on the bed. She squeaked as her face pressed into the sheets, a pleasured smile pulling at her lips as she heard the clink of his belt. She moaned softly as he reached forward and wrapped the leather around her wrists, clasping the belt as he slid her arms out in front of her.
“On your knees,” he ordered, smirking down at her.
Y/N pushed up on her knees as she spread her legs, her hands gripping the sheets as she held herself up on her elbows. She glanced at the phone and saw him behind her as it recorded, causing a shiver ran down her back, exciting her. She hummed softly as his hands roamed over her thighs, his fingers pressing into her flesh before they pulled her thong aside, as the bed dipped slightly. She gasped as she felt his tongue lick a long stripe against her folds, her forehead pressing into the bed as he repeated the action.
He grinned as he pulled back briefly, his fingers pressing into the globes of her ass as he continued, his skilled muscle moving from her clit to her entrance, groaning as her arousal grew over his tongue. He teased her heat, causing a loud whimper to leave her as he entered her slowly, feeling her clench around him.
“Always taste so fucking good, gorgeous,” he muttered as he pulled back, kissing the back of her thigh. “Love feeling my mouth on you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped, breathing heavily.
He growled as he squeezed the left cheek, a soft moan leaving her, making him smirk wickedly. “Yes what?”
She bit her lip as she took a deep breath, feeling the muscles in her stomach clench from the thrill coursing through her. “Yes, sir.”
“Good, but not quite,” he muttered, before he leaned back down, “I think you really do need reminding…”
She let out a loud, strangled whimper as he continued to lick at her folds, moving between her bundle of nerves and her tight channel, letting the tip of his tongue tease her repeatedly. He was like a man starved, holding her hips tight in his hands, squeezing her flesh and adding another level of pleasure to his ministrations. Just as she felt the familiar tightening in her core, however, he pulled away. She whined at the loss of his touch, knowing she was close to her release. He ran his hand over the soft skin, raising it, before bringing it down hard on the right globe.
“Fuck,” she moaned, loudly as she tried to glance back at him.
“Gonna spank this ass raw, so you don’t forget who you belong to, sweetheart,” he growled, gripping the left globe harshly. “So you remember that even in these two weeks, you’re still mine.”
He raised his other hand and brought it down, causing her squeal as she felt the heat from the impact. A smile pulled at her lips as she felt the sensation course through her, another moan escaping her as he repeated the action, a little harder than before.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, baby girl?” he asked, his voice laced with a sensual timbre.
“Y-Yes, s-sir,” she stuttered, nodding frantically.
Smack! “Try again.”
“Yes…” she started, but her mind was foggy, too overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling already.
Smack! “Yes what, Y/N?” he asked, a dark chuckle leaving him as he stared down at her.
Biting her lip as she tried not to smile at that sound, she knew what he wanted. She practically screamed as he lifted his hand again, cracking it against her right cheek, squeezing the flesh to make the sting last. She moaned wantonly as he repeated the same action across the left, the words he wanted to hear at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t help but keep them to herself, wanting to feel more of the euphoric pain. He growled as he knew what she was doing, leading him to push his hips against her, making her feel his hard cock pressing against her through the fabric of his trousers.
“That’s what you really want, isn’t it, gorgeous?” he asked, pressing himself further into her, her arousal no doubt staining the material.
She nodded. “Yes…”
“Then you know how to finish that, Y/N,” he stated, his voice deep and rough. He raised his hand once more, a whimper escaping her as she felt it against her left cheek, a smirk growing across face. “So let me ask you again… yes what?”
She breathed heavily, her eyes glancing at their image in the video, making her smile wickedly. “Yes, daddy.”
Smack! “Good girl,” he praised, soothing the sting with his softer touch.
She moaned softly at the term of endearment, relishing in the feel of his hands on her hips, lightly running over the goosebumps that appeared on her skin. Dean pulled back slightly, kicking off his shoes and socks before ridding himself of his pants and boxers. His knees pressed into the mattress as he moved behind her, taking hold of his shaft and lightly running over her folds, causing her to shift back against him.
“Patience, baby girl,” he muttered, placing a hand to the small of her back to keep her from moving.
He lined himself to her tight heat, and in a swift motion of his hips, sank deep into her. She pressed her forehead against the bed as she felt him, her walls completely sheathing his cock. He gripped her hips tight in his hands as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast, just the way she preferred. She moaned loudly, lifting her head to catch a glimpse of the video as it continued to film. Dean leaned over her, wrapping the strands of her hair around his hand and tugging hard, causing her a pleasured yelp to leave her.
“Such a good girl for me, sweetheart, taking my cock so fucking well,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hip. “Feels so fucking perfect, so tight and wet.”
“Feels so good, daddy,” she whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut. “Love the way you fuck me, so deep inside me, so hard…”
“Love the way daddy’s cock feels, don’t you, baby girl?” he asked, smirking as he looked down at her.
“Yeah,” she panted, breathlessly. “Right there, so-so good.”
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back. He could feel her clenching tight around him with each thrust, only making his movement more frenzied.
Dean’s arms slid under her, slightly lifting her up so that her back was a little upright, enough so that he could lean against her. She still sat on her knees, his hips smacking against hers as he pounded into her. His lips brushed against the shell of her ear as he tugged on her hair once more, making her look at their bodies moving on the screen across from the bed.
“You’re gonna remember how good daddy made you feel while he’s away, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he asked, his voice low and husky in her ear.
“Yes, daddy,” she replied, moaning softly.
He pressed a kiss to her hairline, smirking as he looked at her. “But even when you remember you’re gonna be a good girl, right?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes, daddy.”
“So that means…” he started, pulling her hips back against his pelvis, their skin smacking against each other’s as he relentlessly thrust into her, “no matter how much you want to, how much you need to as you think about daddy fucking you just like this… you’re not gonna touch yourself, baby girl.”
She cried out as she felt that familiar sensation in her core, the coil tightening and ready to snap at any moment. She turned her head slightly to look back at him, moaning as she saw the look in his eyes, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.
“Tell me you’re gonna be a good girl, Y/N,” he ordered, lightly nipping at her ear lobe.
“I’m… I’m gonna be a good girl,” she rasped, trying to lean her weight back on him.
He clicked his tongue, holding her still. “You’re not gonna touch this pussy until daddy gets back. Say it.”
“I’m not gonna touch my pussy until daddy gets back,” she repeated, breathing heavily.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to the back of her ear. “Such a good girl for me…”
Without missing a beat, he thrusted harder into her, moving deeper within her as a loud moan shredded her voice, her eyes shutting tightly as felt the tip of his cock hitting the edge of her cervix. Her walls contracted around him as he pushed her down on the bed again, her hands fisting the sheets tight in her grasp. His hips were unrelenting as he felt how close he was too, but he wanted her to get to the edge first. She moaned his name as she felt her core tighten, reaching her climax instantly as her slick covered his cock, loud cries of pleasure repeatedly falling from her lips. He slammed into her a few more times, before a deep, rasping moan escaped him, ropes of his seed coating her walls.
“Fuckkk,” he groaned, his eyes closed as he basked in the bliss from his release.
Dean slowly pulled out, a soft hiss leaving Y/N as she lazily dropped her whole body down onto the mattress. He quickly walked over to the table across the room, and picked up his phone, turning off the recording. Curiosity got the better of him, and he dragged the video across, watching the fast stills of their session move past on the screen. He couldn’t wait to watch it back completely, once he was away.
He placed the phone on the nightstand and moved over to Y/N, gently removing the belt from her hands. He pulled her close, smiling softly as her eyes fluttered open and met his, as she beamed up at him.
“No chance you’re gonna send that to me?” she asked, a cheeky glint in her eyes.
“So you can break the rules? I don’t think so,” he replied, softly pecking her lips.
She sighed, dramatically falling into his arms. “Fine.”
His hands slid down the sides of her smooth torso, his fingers nimbly running over her skin, tickling her. She squealed and giggled, causing a hearty chuckle to erupt from him. He held her close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, reminding himself how lucky he was to have her.
“What do you say we clean up and then go out for dinner?” he asked, glancing down at her. “I can pack later.”
“Okay,” she muttered, smiling as she leaned up and kissed him, passionately.
Taking his hand in hers, Y/N led him into the bathroom. They both freshened up before getting dressed for a nice dinner, their hands still intertwined as they left the apartment. She barely let go for the rest of the night, wanting to be as close to him as possible before he had to leave for his business trip.
But she reassured herself that he would be back before she knew it.
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spn kink bingo 2024
fandom: supernatural
pairing: dean winchester/castiel
words: 559
rating: explicit
summary: A snippet into a night of Dean and Cas. For my "dirty talk" square
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Vices | Part 1
Summary: Beau, an alpha, has always planned to keep his omega daughter with him at home. As her parent, he legally holds her contract until he decides to trade or sell her, but since her mom is gone now, Beau’s happy to keep his little omega all to himself. The alpha has his vices though, like any other man, and when a pretty woman crosses his path with tequila and a pack of cards, Beau gets himself and his omega into a whole lotta trouble.
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Daughter!Reader / Anael x Reader
Rating: 18+
Warnings: incest (father/daughter), slave society, references to past underage
Tags: Crossover, Supernatural / Big Sky Crossover, Omegaverse, Alpha!Beau, Omega!Reader, Daughter!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Heat, Scenting, Marking (Hickies), Nipple Play, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Small bit of Ass Play, Doggy-Style, Kitchen Sex, Reverse Cowgirl, Light Food Play
Word Count: 4.2k
Bingo Squares: @anyfandomkinkbingo - Food Play | @j3bingo - Heat Suppressants | 2023 Bingo - Beau Arlen
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“Hey, sweetheart, how’re you feeling?” Beau pokes his head into his daughter’s room to find the girl has tossed all the blankets off of her body and is squirming uncomfortably on top of the fitted sheet. She looks up at him with an expression he can only describe as pathetic; her lips pouted and her eyes misty, the skin of her face flushed with her heat.
“It hurts, Daddy,” the omega whines pitifully, and Beau feels a pang of sympathy for her pain all while his heart begins to hammer against his ribcage with excitement at the prospect that it’s up to him to stave off her heat now. He doesn’t know why they still go through this charade every time her heat comes around–she’s been getting them for two years now, since her sixteenth birthday, and every time the flush starts to creep over her skin and the pain begins to cramp her muscles he insists on trying the medication the doctor gave them first to see if it will suppress the symptoms enough that she won’t need to be fucked. Of course, he could have found her another alpha at that point, her contract became eligible to be traded as soon as she reached her first heat cycle, but Beau had been selfish. His daughter is the only family he has left, and he didn’t want to lose her so soon. So when the suppressants inevitably don’t do enough to ease her heat symptoms, Beau does what any responsible alpha should do, and he lends her a hand.
Well, he starts with his hand. He finishes with his cock.
The only way to truly satisfy an omega’s heat is to knot them good and hard, and he and Y/N both know that. But he still makes her try the pills first, out of some latent guilt that maybe a father shouldn’t want his daughter the way that he wants Y/N, even though Beau knows it’s fairly common for alpha parents to help their omega children through their heats. Still, something has always felt taboo about the whole interaction, which has always made it even more appealing to the alpha, to his own chagrin. He’s a kinky bastard, though, Beau can accept that about himself. And truth be told, his little omega is pretty kinky herself.
“Okay, baby girl,” Beau sighs in feigned defeat, walking into her room and shutting the door behind him with his foot. He takes off his shirt before sitting down on the bed and pulling Y/N up to a sitting position as well. “Here you go, Daddy’s got ya,” he whispers into her hair as she throws her arms around him and buries her face against his neck, scenting him. She’s done this ever since she was little, just as a comfort thing, and it never used to affect Beau the way it does now but as soon as she’d presented, any time Y/N scents him his dick immediately gets interested.
Her own scent is intoxicating to him, sweet like flower nectar and a bit woody like the fresh air of the mountain forests that surround their isolated Montana home. Beau would cuddle her into his chest, skin to skin, and scent her all day if he could. Y/N is already completely undressed, her clothes too hot and uncomfortable for her to stay in as soon as her flush really sets in, and Beau can feel her little tits pressing against his bare chest. He shifts himself more firmly onto the bed, lays her body down beneath his and covers her with his weight, helping her settle down and letting some of her warmth bleed into him. He can remember how burning hot she’ll be when he gets himself inside her and feels his dick twitch in his sweatpants.
“Need you, Daddy,” Y/N moans into his neck, her mouth open and panting as she begins to catch her breath now that the pain is easing.
“Fuck, need you too, baby girl,” Beau groans, unable to stop himself from grinding his hips down between her legs despite knowing he’s getting the cotton soaked in her slick. With any luck that means her scent will stay on the clothes even after he washes them later. “Daddy’s gonna make it feel all better, yeah?” He takes one last inhale of her scent from the little spot behind her ear before dragging his tongue down her neck so he can play with her nipples, which are always incredibly sensitive when she’s got her heat.
Beau kisses the right, then the left, then switches back to the right and licks her into his mouth, sucking her skin until it’s tight and pink and delicious looking. He’s always thought that he needs to take some pictures of her when she’s like this, to keep for himself, to remember. But then he thinks about why he would even need pictures if he has no intention of selling her contract off
–and he doesn’t. A father keeping his daughter’s contract isn’t unheard of these days, but it is still taboo enough to send a thrill of possessiveness through his veins that his alpha instincts revel in.
“This feel good?” Beau lets her tit slip from his mouth and licks his lips, looking up at his omega from beneath his lashes. Her whole body is still visibly flushed, and small beads of sweat have pooled in the hollow of her throat. With a deep growl breaking from his chest, he surges forward to lick up the moisture, sucking her skin up between his teeth and worrying a mark into her neck that she won’t be able to hide beneath a shirt. Everyone will see it and know her alpha fucks her goo; takes good care of her.
“Feels good,” Y/N nods, breathing even more heavily and gasping as Beau places another hickey on her neck in plain view. She’s always loved him marking her up just as much as he loves doing it, and the satisfaction from the knowledge that she wants to belong to her Daddy is getting him really fucking hot right now. “Lower, Alpha, please,” she whimpers, pressing against his shoulders in an effort to shift him further down the bed.
Beau groans, his stomach clenching in arousal as she identifies him as her alpha, something that will never fail to get her fucked exactly the way she wants–with a bit of teasing first, of course. Beau likes to hear her beg, and he’s not ashamed to admit that. He sits up quickly and shoves his sweats and underwear down his thighs, his cock springing eagerly into the free air and smacking into his stomach. Y/N’s eyes are immediately drawn to it, and Beau smirks to himself as he fumbles his clothes over his knees and manages to kick them off and out of the way.
“Present for Daddy, sweetheart,” he instructs her, and Y/N scrambles onto all fours, dropping to her forearms and arching her back, sending her ass higher into the air. She tucks her knees together beneath her, letting her ankles splay wide, and Beau’s heart skips a beat or two at the sight of her glistening holes being opened and on display for him. He’s been remiss in teaching the girl the proper commands and positions that most alphas would expect an omega to know when they acquire a new contract, but he’d taught her how to present to him from almost the second she’d gotten her first heat. He loves the look of his little girl spreading herself open for him, her hole dripping eagerly, unable to help herself.
“Good girl,” Beau hums, one hand on his dick and the other reaching out to tease at the small pucker of her asshole, knowing that having his touch so close to where she wants it is infuriating for her.
“Alpha,” she mewls desperately, shaking her ass against him and inadvertently forcing the tip of his thumb inside of her, dry. The omega clenches around him involuntarily and Beau chuckles under his breath, considering… but no, he wants to be inside a different hole right now. He can already feel his knot beginning to build at the base of his dick, his balls hanging heavy and full between his legs and ready to mark his little girl where she’s wet and wanting.
“Tell me where it hurts, ‘mega,” the alpha taunts lightly, trailing his fingers gently down between her thighs, already knowing exactly where she’s burning for him most hotly. “Tell me where you want me and Daddy will make it feel all better, I promise.” His voice catches roughly in his throat, his offer coming out as more of a threatening growl than he intended. From the feel of Y/N’s lips quivering over his knuckles as they brush by her hole, she doesn’t mind his darker tone one bit, and that surprises Beau a little. He’s always known her to respond well to him when he’s sweet and doting more than anything else.
“You know where, Daddy,” Y/N whimpers, her head hanging limply between her shoulders as her hips continue to rock back toward him of their own accord. She presses her knees a little wider and arches her back, pushing her cunt more firmly into his field of vision in illustration of her point, but Beau still wants to hear her say it. He knows that if her heat hadn’t already flushed her skin as dark and hot as it could go, she’d be flushed from humiliation by now, the poor, desperate little creature.
With monumental effort, Beau snatches his hand out from between her legs, depriving her of all skin to skin contact. He touches himself instead, spreading the slick that had leaked out of her and dripped down over his fingers onto the head of his cock, massaging the tip languidly and letting his head loll back on his shoulders, groaning in seductive satisfaction.
“I need you inside of me, alpha!” Y/N protests, her body shivering with need. “Now, now, now,” she chants, and Beau can see her cunt clenching in rhythm with her begging and he grins.
“Close,” the alpha sighs, needing to take his hand off himself to catch his breath. “But you still need to be more specific, baby girl.” He leans forward onto his hands and knees, hovering over the girl but keeping the smallest breadth of space between them. “Do you want Daddy here?” he asks inquisitively, bringing up one hand and tracing his fingers over her mouth, which is hanging open like an excited puppy as she tries to take in enough air to keep from going light-headed. Immediately, she sucks his fingers in between her lips, craving whatever contact she can get from him, but she still whines that no, that’s not what she’d meant.
“Oh, sorry,” Beau laughs under his breath and stands back up on his knees again, bringing his now spit-sodden fingers with him. “You meant here, didn’t you?” He teases one finger around the pucker of her ass again, slicking her up but not pushing in any further, and reveling in the sound of anguished desire that seems to seep out of her every pore.
“I hate you,” Y/N complains, caught somewhere between laughter and actual tears.
“I know,” Beau grins ruefully, but, finally taking pity on the girl–and not at all because his cock was desperate for him to stop teasing and move on with the proceedings of the day–he slides his hand down and presses two fingers gently into the wet-hot vice of her body. “There we go,” he coaxes her orgasm out of her quickly, stroking the tips of his fingers against her clit from the inside, making her even more wet, if that was even possible. He felt her slick dripping down his palm and curling around his wrist like tendrils of desire. He wanted her soaking before he fucked her, so he could slide his knot in without hurting her too much, though he didn’t want her too stretched out, he craved the feeling of forcing her open on his cock too deeply.
While Y/N is still cumming against his hand, grinding her hips down against him in an effort to prolong the press of his thumb against her taint, Beau takes himself by the root and nudges forward on his knees into a better position, then deftly swaps his cock for his fingers, sliding into the omega while she’s still convulsing with her climax, and nearly sending Beau straight over the edge himself. He pulls out almost immediately, torturing the pair of them in equal measure and taking a steadying breath to reign in his alpha’s instincts to knot the girl and be done with it. He wants to make it good for her still, wants it to last. And he most definitely wants her to cum one more time before he sticks them together for the foreseeable, because otherwise she’ll continue to burn too hot for comfort. Beau’s helped Y/N through enough heats by now to know how many times he needs to force her to cum before her body is truly satisfied.
“Fuck Alpha, put it back in,” Y/N groans, her head dropping onto her forearms, braced in front of her like a little pillow, and sending her ass waving in the air invitingly. Beau is done teasing now, he’s had a taste of her cunt, and there’s no use in denying that he’s just as desperate as she is. He steadies himself with one of his large, long-fingered hands wrapped possessively around the swell of her hip and feeds his cock back inside of her, plunging in straight to the root. Fixing his other hand on her hip, the alpha begins to rut against her eagerly. The clap of their skin echoes dully beneath the higher pitch of Y/N’s whimpers, climbing closer and closer towards breathless screams as Beau’s knot grows and pushes against the supple rim of her entrance with more force on each thrust.
Once he gets going, Beau is never usually much of a talker. His mind always blanks out with the devastating pleasure that surges through him any time he’s buried in his baby girl’s cunt. The alpha urges that are so intrinsically part of him are only ever allowed to overtake him when he’s like this–any other time he keeps them carefully under wraps. As a law enforcement agent, he’s always been sensitive to the impression that the entire system is overrun by alpha-hole douchebags, and he strives to swim against that particular current wherever possible. But with a mewling omega in heat on her hands and knees for him and hanging off his cock like it’s a lifeline, there's nothing he can do to stop himself from succumbing to the biological need to possess her body and mark his territory.
A high-pitched squeal brings Beau out of his self-centered, rapturous fog, and he looks down to see Y/N squirming against him, her skin deeply flushed and slick as an eel beneath the pads of his fingertips. Her body clutching onto his cock so tenderly, her insides just as slippery as her outsides now, sends a surge of satisfaction to the alpha’s chest, and he can feel his resolve to continue fucking her into next week beginning to falter.
“You want my knot, baby girl?” he chokes out, short of breath.
“Need it,” Y/N answers weakly, her words muffled because she’s buried her face in one of her pillows in an attempt to stifle the volume of her screams somewhat.
“That’s what’s gonna make you feel all better, isn’t it?” Beau coos, his hips snapping against hers more urgently, forcing his knot to breach her hole and rutting inside her, pressing the swollen flesh as intentionally as he can against her g-spot before he feels the cum begin to shoot out of him, surrounding the tip of his cock in that strangely cool sensation that sets his nerves tingling. Y/N’s heat makes her cunt run so hot that his cum is actually cooler than her body temperature, and Beau has always reveled in the incongruence of it. He’s always wondered if the omega can feel it when he cums inside of her, or if she’s too overheated to notice.
“Thank you,” Y/N utters softly, and Beau can hear the tears in her voice, crying in relief as her heat begins to break, a feverish sweat pooling in the dips of her spine.
“Anytime, baby girl,” Beau whispers, kissing her softly on the nape of her neck, brushing damp hair aside to do so. He stays on his knees, rubbing the girl’s back soothingly as the tension and cramps bleed out of her muscles and she melts into an unresisting puddle of skin and bones beneath him on the bed.
Y/N wakes from her heat-haze sometime after dinner, the soft golden light of sunset hot on her cheek where it’s been magnified by the glass panes of the window. The fact that she can distinguish the heat of the sun from the heat of her body is a positive sign that most of her biological urges have been assuaged, but she can feel the cramps beginning to tighten again in the pit of her stomach and knows that her cycle hasn’t quite passed yet. Scenting the air, Y/N searches for the lingering tendrils of her father in the atmosphere of her bedroom but finds them too faint to be helpful to her condition. Begrudgingly, she swings herself sideways out of bed and shifts her weight heavily onto her feet, fighting off the wave of dizziness that threatens her when she gets upright.
Her father is in the kitchen–Y/N can smell the gas from the old flame-burning stove that came with the house when they moved here–and she makes her way to him, idly remembering to pull on the small silk robe he’d gotten her when she turned sixteen. Most of the time, Beau keeps it in his dresser so that it smells of him when she needs to wear it, and she gratefully inhales the familiar scents that simultaneously settle the aching in her muscles and make her stomach clench in arousal. The sensory experience of being an omega is overwhelming at the best of times, even more pronounced when she’s got her heat, and Y/N often wonders if alphas experience their rutting cycle just as acutely or if it’s easier on them–the way everything else in the world seems to be.
Beau hadn’t made a single mention of selling her contract to another alpha after Y/N’s sixteen birthday had passed and she’d become viable as the government likes to put it. For the moment, she doesn’t mind the state of their situation. Beau takes good care of her, Y/N knows that, and she can’t deny that he more than satisfies her heats when they come around on their regular rotation–though less frequently then they might if she wasn’t taking the suppressants her father had had the pediatrician prescribe for her. She often feels a niggling wonder about whether her father would ever trade her contract if she asked him to. Love matches were nearly as common as arranged partnerships these days, but Y/N has never met anybody that tempted her to ask Beau to release her. Sometimes, she has the feeling, deep down, that her father might be keeping it that way.
Still, if her options were to be traded to a complete stranger, or simply stay home as her father’s omega, Y/N knows which one she would choose. So for the time being, she tried not to worry about just how possessive her alpha father sometimes is over her.
“Hey, baby girl,” Beau greets her when she enters the kitchen, sinking languidly into a chair at the table. She notices he’s only laid one place, he was probably expecting her to sleep for longer. She hums noncommittal in response and hears her father chuckle under his breath from his position in front of the stove. There’s a small thwick as the gas is turned off and the resultant flames flicker out beneath the pan, the smell of gas and smoke still pungent in the air and masking her father’s scent too much for Y/N’s liking.
As if he’s read her thoughts, Beau quickly deposits the pasta from the saucepan he’s carrying onto his plate–a much bigger helping than one person should need–then returns the pan to the stove, shrugs the dish towel off his shoulder onto the counter, and hurriedly grabs a tray of ice cubes from the freezer before sliding himself into his chair and shoving back a little farther from the table, patting his knee in invitation. Y/N can’t help a curious glance towards his lap before she takes her new seat, and is inwardly pleased to see the early stirrings of arousal there.
She settles herself on his knees as if she was sitting side-saddle on a horse, draping one arm around his shoulders while his arms come up to circle around his waist, reaching towards the tray of ice he’d brought to the table with him. Playfully, Y/N parts her lips, her tongue peeking forward expectantly, and Beau smirks as he plops a small ice cube into her mouth, then laughs as she sucks on his fingers while she lets the ice melt against her tongue, sending a rush of blessedly cool water down her throat. He feeds her more ice chips while she squirms in his lap, once again feeling the slick begin to bloom, hot and wet, between her thighs, even as her chest revels in the chill of the ice that she’s been consuming.
“Need you, alpha,” Y/N whispers shyly. Despite how much she enjoys being knotted, she still feels some kind of innate shame in the pit of her stomach about how badly she wants–needs– it that she doesn’t think will ever go away.
“You should eat something first, sweetheart,” Beau suggests, but Y/N can hear the desire beneath his tone telling him to forget dinner for the moment.
“Don’t want to wait, Daddy,” she shakes her head obstinately, pushing out her lower lip in a pout.
Beau rolls his eyes at her but gently pushes her up from his lap. His hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants and push the elastic down, extracting his cock and balls carefully so as not to snap himself inadvertently. He then spins a finger in the air, indicating to the omega that he wants her to turn around, and Y/N feels his hands at her waist, pulling her back towards him and settling her onto his lap once more, her legs straddled over his, her back pillowed against his chest, and his erection slipping neatly between her legs and up inside her. They both sigh happily as he presses her down to sit more firmly on his legs, resting all of her weight against him, which grinds his cock more deeply inside her, to the point where Y/N would swear she can feel the tip of him in her stomach.
“There you go, ‘mega, just relax,” Beau reassures her gently, circling his arms around her waist and reaching for the table once again, this time picking up his fork and twirling several noodles swiftly around its tines. He raises the food to her lips and bids her eat, all while rocking her in his lap like he used to when she was a little girl who was very picky about what she liked to eat–except now as he rocked her, his cock dragged slowly and teasingly inside her cunt with every back and forth motion.
Y/N let herself be fed, Beau alternating forkfuls of pasta between each of them until the plate was empty. Bringing his now-free hand down between her legs, he toys with her clit softly, rolling the pads of his fingers in provocative circles over the folds of skin and bringing her to a gentle climax, the kind that tingles through every hair on her body and fills her with a warmth that’s much more pleasant than the kind her heat brings on.
There’s still a few ice cubes left in the tray on the table, now partially melted and floating in individual pools of cold water. Y/N reaches out for one and slips it into her mouth, sucking down to the cool relief happily before reaching for another and holding it over her shoulder for her father’s lips to snatch from her fingertips. That’s all the respite he gives her in coming down from her orgasm before he suddenly stands, his cock still lodged firmly inside her, and shove the omega face down onto the table, pushing the leftover dinner items and tray of melted ice cubes carelessly to the floor in the process as the alpha takes over from the father, no longer caring for her comfort or wellbeing and simply using her body as what it was meant to be.
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