I’ve been gone for ages
Anybody out there?
Dude. How long has its been since we annoyed each other for no reason? I miss you dork.
Too damn long! I miss you, too! I haven’t really been in much with full time college courses and full time work :(
Life for Rent - Chapter Twelve
Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Escort!Reader
Universe: AU
Summary: Y/N can be anyone for a price. Her life is ruled by contracts, men and money. It’s all she knows; countless identities, seedy clients, and strict regulations. She has to obey the rules, but her past is full of secrets and her future is resting in the wrong hands. But will her next client be the same as the rest?
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Mentions of self worth, swearing, mentions of past, fluff? Maybe? *wiggles eyebrows* I think that’s it.
PLEASE HEED THESE. IF ANY OF THEM ARE TRIGGERS, DO NOT READ.
A/N: I absolutely adore your reactions to this, so please if you do read, reblog, comment or send me an ask and let me know how you feel! It means the world to me.
(Also - this add maybe a little longer than normal…believe me if i kept going with what i had planned we’d be looking at an 8K add and this is already over 4K so…next chapter it is! Haha. Hope you enjoy!)
Love all of you guys <3
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Y/N sat at her dresser, papers scrunched up in her hand as her eyes stayed trained on the back of the door that Dean had just walked through. The panic that was starting to rise in her body was beginning to simmer as she let his words sink in. She was perfect. She didn’t know whether to believe him or not but she had no choice but to trust him.
Me thinks Dean is gonna meet The Master soon
Life for Rent - Chapter Ten
Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Escort!Reader
Universe: AU
Summary: Y/N can be anyone for a price. Her life is ruled by contracts, men and money. It’s all she knows; countless identities, seedy clients, and strict regulations. She has to obey the rules, but her past is full of secrets and her future is resting in the wrong hands. But will her next client be the same as the rest?
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Non con, non con implied, non con oral implied, swearing, smut, teasing, escort, self smut etc.
PLEASE HEED THESE. IF ANY OF THEM ARE TRIGGERS, DO NOT READ.
A/N: I absolutely adore your reactions to this, so please if you do read, reblog, comment or send me an ask and let me know how you feel! It means the world to me. Also…please do note hate me! *hides behind laptop*
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Chapter Ten
Y/N bit into her lip softly as she lay naked along the wooden benches in the steam room. She felt exhilarated and for the first time in a long time; sexy. She wondered if this is what it would feel like in a relationship. To feel beautiful, to feel wanted, to feel like something more than just an escort; to feel like she belonged. She knew she’d never experience a real relationship, how could she? Her life was dictated to her, rules and regulations stopped her from doing anything normal. However, she didn’t care at this moment in time about her rules and regulations because she was here, in this manor, with Dean. Someone who wanted her for her brains and her skills outside of the bedroom and that was something she had never come across before.
Anonymous asked:
Dean+"I'm sick"
Our Thing
Implied Dean x Reader, Sam
704 Words
Summary: It’s been a decade since the Winchesters retired, since they hung up the guns and machetes to collect dust up on the bunker’s weapon racks. A lot has changed.
Warnings: Heavy Angst
A/N: Sorry…
He hasn’t even made it through your foyer when he says it, and it stops you dead in your tracks. He doesn’t - he doesn’t mean that. He can’t mean that. You turn slow, and he’s just standing there; poised and relaxed.
“Oh.” It comes out weird and dry and a little clipped. You wish you could suck it back down into your chest. “You should probably go to the doctor.” Damnit.
He chuckles and it reminds you just how deep his voice is. How much deeper it’s gotten - been a while since you’ve heard it there in the open.
“How d’ya think I know I’m sick?”
“Flu’s been bad this year,” you deny behind the cotton in your throat. The air conditioner kicks on.
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
You swallow and nod dim. “How long?”
I’m not crying, YOU’RE crying 😭
The Devil in Disguise, Pt. 3
Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Dean’s on the run from escaping a prison where a job went south. Sam is in the wind. With nowhere to go and an injured leg, Dean takes refuge in the only place he could find—an old remote cabin. Normally empty for long stretches, Dean happens to stumble in the same day that the cabin’s owner returns. After a rocky first encounter, Dean comes to believe that a distant connection they share could be the thing that saves his life and gets him back to Sam. But will it happen before Y/N’s finance, a prison guard at Green River, finds the secret she’s hiding in the woods?
A/N: The fic was inspired by the song “The Devil’s Backbone” by The Civil Wars. This is part 3 of 5 written for multiple bingo cards that go for both chapters. Set around S2 (Folson Prison Blues). New tag lists are at the end of the fic. I have tag spots open, let me know if you want to jump on or off for SPN (Dean and/or Sam, or RPF for Jensen)
Warnings: (Part Three): Language, Mild angst, Hints of abuse, Drinking, Smut (18+ only)
WC: 5.7K
*Banner created by me. I do not own any of these pictures.
It’s Monday, Folks
Let’s say fuck the world, we ridin’ ‘til the end*
*lyric by Onika Tanya Maraj BKA Nicki Minaj, Queen of The Words In My Head Today And Most Days
THOSE TAGGED: YOUR MISSION, IF YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT IS TO REBLOG AND TAG ANYONE ELSE WHO NEEDS THIS TODAY OR EVER
XOX
I needed this
Anonymous asked:
How would you like the show to end? How would you like Sam and Dean's story to end?
First half the season: Damned souls from early seasons (old actors are brought back) return to confront the Winchesters. Shocked that Eileen is one of the damned souls, Sam and Dean set to work to find a way not to send souls back hell but to heal them instead, allowing the souls the chance to attain eternal peace.
Mid season: Sam and Dean have their last moment with Mary thanks to Cas doing the Endgame time heist and snatches Mary one second before her death. The brothers reconcile with Mary and in order to preserve their timeline with the saved souls, Cas returns Mary to her timeline and both are obliterated by past-Jack. Happy that he did something good for the Winchesters, Cas is sent to the Empty. Only to find Crowley is King of the Empty and has woken up the demons and angels and they’re fighting eachother. Ruby & Crowley watches the fighting while eating salty fries.
Second half of the season: To ensure all their re-good works can’t be undone, not by angels or Death or God Himself, Sam and Dean becomes the Final Seal, locking themselves into eternal oblivion. As the scene fades out we hear Sam’s voice, “remember when you rode the farty donkey”, and the scene fades back in and Sam and Dean are sitting on Baby’s hood at the Grand Canyon, laughing and drinking, neither of them realizing (yet) that they’re dead and in an unique heaven just for them. God intervened and rewards Sam and Dean with their own heaven that can’t be entered by anyone, not by angels or Death or God Himself.
Jack takes the updated WInchesters Gospel and travels to the multi universe that have no Sam or Dean and spread the stories of their adventures and sacrifices.
We’d never get this quality though 🤷🏻♀️
BUSTY GIRL PROBLEMS
offside-goal
THIS IS AWFUL I’M NOT EVEN THAT BUSTY AND THIS IS MY EVERYDAY LIFE SCREW U BOOBS
unbitrium
I thought balls were bad but this post made me realizer girls how do you even live with dumbbells growing out of your chest obstructing everything girls are strong and not to be messed with
See this guy gets it!
The fucking S T A I R S
When He Cries
Summary: After nearly losing you during a hunt, Dean completely breaks down.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Word Count: 1,894
A/N: tbh writer’s block is a bitch and this is all i have right now lol. also, exams, so bare w me pls!
Supernatural Masterlist
People are worse than monsters.
It was a recurring thought in your head as crack after crack sounded behind you, each one followed by burning, excruciating pain on your back. You cried out and jerked forward, trying to get away from the whip coming down on your bare back, but the chains around your wrists that held your arms up didn’t give any room for movement. Your toes barely scraped the dusty ground as you struggled. You knew the skin of your wrists was raw with all the tugging and pulling, but you couldn’t help it. Every instinct in your body screamed at you to get away from the pain.
You cried as the whip sliced across your skin again, arms aching from supporting the weight of your suspended body. Your whole body was stiff, not relaxing even when the man behind you laughed and dropped the whip with a loud thud that made you flinch. Tears were a part of your face at this point, eyes squeezing shut as his shuffling footsteps walked to the door. He didn’t say anything. The door slammed shut behind him, echoing in the empty warehouse.
Good Morning Dean Girls
Today’s Theme: Hips Don’t Lie
*If you would like to be tagged, please be following me and send an ask, thank you!*
War of the Winchesters - Best Friends
Summary: Good vs Bad, Right vs Wrong…the Winchester Brothers are going to war. A collaboration challenge exploring opposite scenarios with the two brothers.
Rating: 15+
Characters: Dean x Reader
Chapter Tags: Bit of swearing, smidge of angst then a bit of the ol fluff.
War: Best Friend Vs Enemies
A/N: Welcome to the sixth battle! Best Friend vs Enemies! I hope you like this one! You can read @negans-lucille-tblr‘s counter, Enemies, HERE.
If you enjoyed, please let me know! Feedback is fuel! :)
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Tag list for this series is OPEN. However please note: As this is a collaborative series, this is a shared taglist so if you send a request to either me or Bee, you will be tagged by both of us.
You can request to be on it HERE.
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BEST FRIENDS.
“Fuck that guy, you don’t need him,” your best friend of five years growled under his breath, “if he can’t see how wonderful you are, then fuck him,” he spat, pulling you into his arms as he held you tightly.
“What’s wrong with me Dean?” you sobbed, burying your head closer into his shoulder as you took comfort in his arms. He tightened his hold on you, his one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he placed a gentle kiss just above your brow.
I needed this today
Whelm
Characters: DeanxReader
Summary: Sometimes life overwhelms you. Sometimes you need someone to pull you out of your own flood.
Word Count: 1,332
Warnings: showering [so no clothes, but non-descriptive], feelings of depression
A/N: An idea I wanted to write, but didn’t really know how to expand. It is what it it ended up being. Not beta’d - all mistakes are mine.
You’ve been watching the water swirl itself down the drain for over half an hour now.
Your chin rests on your knees, arms wrapped around your legs, the hot liquid steadily hitting your frame and running down your bare skin. The blood and dirt had washed away a long time ago, but you still sit there on the stained ceramic of the motel shower floor, watching the patterns of the water.
“Y/N?” He knocks on the door, three soft raps. “Still alive in there?”
You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You pull your legs tighter into your curled up frame and close your eyes.
“Y/N?” He’s worried now at your lack of response, his next knocks a bit more firm, more persistent. “You okay?”
You swallow, try to find your voice. “I just…I need a few more minutes.”
“What?”
It’d come out as a whisper. You search for your voice again, but it’s gone.
“That’s it, I’m coming in.”
Anonymous asked:
It's cool how you take negative asks in stride. They slide off you like... like whatever water slides off of.
Me, when I’m covered in massage oil
DUCKS
Good morning
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Square filled: Fingering
Warnings: Pure smut/PWP, fingering, unprotected sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it, kids), explicit language.
Word count: 1,051
Summary: Enjoying a quiet morning with Dean after a hunt.
Created for @spnkinkbingo
You were in that hazy state between waking and sleep, where the world was still peaceful and monsters didn’t exist, obligations were mere suggestions, and there were millions of possibilities to explore. Stirring slightly, you realized you were still at the motel from the night before, the scratchy fabric of the cheap pillowcase rubbing against your cheek. Dean’s arm slung was over you, but you were too cozy to want to move. The morning light was peaking around the edges of the curtains as a bird sang nearby. It was almost picturesque.
He must have felt you stir, as he pulled you closer, nuzzling into you neck as he did. Sighing happily, you curled further into him, wanting to enjoy the feeling as long as possible. You were so much smaller than he was, and you felt protected in his arms. You smirked slightly when you felt his morning erection against your backside. “Don’t go, not yet,” he croaked out, his throat dry from sleep. “Just stay.”
You didn’t mind that request at all; in fact, it was downright sweet. But the longer you laid there the more awake you were, the more not-so-innocent ideas you had running through your head. You shifted again slightly, wiggling your ass into him, causing a throaty groan to resonate from his chest in response.
Rigid Rapidly Rotating Disks
Square Filled: Sam Wesson Ship: Sam x OFC Rating: explicit Tags: object insertion, sexual innuendo, cunnilingus Word Count: 960
written for @spnkinkbingo
“Mr. Smith?” she speaks into the receiver.
She knows the new IT guy is in the Director of Sales’ office, working on his computer. She made something up to get a work order in; it’s not as if she hasn’t been using computers for 20-years herself.
“Yes,” Dean answers. “Whaddaya need Ms. Remington?”
“The new guy – Sam Wesson, I believe his name is? Is he still in your office?” she asks, bouncing her knee as it’s crossed over the other.
“He’s just leaving,” Dean answers.
“Will you remind him that I need him up here before he heads back to his desk, please?”
“Sure thing,” Dean agrees, and they disconnect.
She tidies up a bit, checks her stockings and smooths her hands over her pencil skirt. She freshens her lipstick and inspects her hair.
She’s felt Sam’s eyes on her, watching her when she walks through the main areas of the building. Today, she’s going to test the waters, and, if all goes as planned, she plans to dive right in.
There’s a knock on the open door and she turns. “Mr. Wesson,” she greets him, licks her lips.
These are all Foo Fighters or Queens of the Stone Age song lyrics because that’s how I do. You can Google them for context, or not, but the challenge is to subvert and/or expound upon your chosen prompt in an original way that the apparent line may not present.
This challenge includes any and all fandoms.
You are not required or encouraged to include the line within the telling of your story, but please do note it in the header area of your post along with tagging me @thoughtslikeaminefield and #MJsSubversionChallenge.
RULES:
- Gotta be following me.
- 1k word limit.
- I don’t care if everyone chooses the same prompt, so there’s no limit on that.
- Any and all fandoms are welcome and encouraged.
- I wanna read them all, so I need to set some hard limits: water sports, scat play, incest, underage (which includes Jack) sexual situations, bestiality, and extreme/violent non-con.
- These can be dark, crack, gen, smut, horror, comedy, drama – whatever you’re inspired to write from these simple lines.
- I don’t care about pairings as long as they aren’t family related.
HOW TO ENTER:
- Send me an ask with your chosen prompt so I can get excited about it! (It’s like my mom telling me to text her when I leave Aspen to drive home so that she knows when to start worrying.)
- Deadline to submit your ask is August 17.
- Deadline to post is August 31.
- I’ll have a master list up by September 7.
Open your mind – dose up on some psilocybin, psilocin, or whatever if you gotta – or keep it simple; I just want this to be a cool challenge and for you all to be really fucking proud of what you’ve produced, get me?
I love you all. Happy writing!
Prompts below the cut…
@glassjacket @boondoctorwho @cracksinthewalls @fatestemptress @adoptdontshoppets @dean-winchesters-bacon @maddiepants @tumbler-tidbits @blackcherrywhiskey @closetspngirl @kdfrqqg @i4z-0892-il @stunudo @danceswithapathy @wings-of-a-raven @idreamofplaid @myinconnelly1 @winchesters-meaty-feast @wayward-and-worn @coffee-obsessed-writer @atc74 @arses21434 @deans-baby-momma @peridottea91 @lokisgoddesofpower @ladywinchester1967 @mrswhozeewhatsis @becs-bunker @negans-lucille-tblr @covered-byroses @littlegreenplasticsoldier @cherry3point14 @evansrogerskitten @wayward-gypsy @wendibird @hunenka @kittenofdoomage @saxxxology-library @bamby0304 @purpleskiesandcherrypies @ain-t-bovvered @lastactiontricia @icemankazansky @fangirljeanne @winchestersinthedrift @rockhoochie
I might try to do my first fic ever for this... we shall see
The Supply Run
Dean Winchester x Reader; Sam Winchester x Reader (platonic)
Summary: Dean’s girlfriend is at home sick with the flu and he promised to make a run for a few simple things. Her biggest request - go to the actual grocery store and not that gas station up the road.
A/N: A simple little story to complete my bingo card for @spngenrebingo. A big thank you to @kazosa for helping me out with this one!!
Square Filled: Supply Run
Warnings: None
WC: 2.5K
Life for Rent - Chapter Eight
Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Escort!Reader
Universe: AU
Summary: Y/N can be anyone for a price. Her life is ruled by contracts, men and money. It’s all she knows; countless identities, seedy clients, and strict regulations. She has to obey the rules, but her past is full of secrets and her future is resting in the wrong hands. But will her next client be the same as the rest?
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Swearing. Human trafficking. Escorts. Hints of a dark past. Little bit of smut teasing. cock rubbing, lovely stuff lol
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A/N: I absolutely adore your reactions to this, so please if you do read, reblog, comment or send me an ask and let me know how you feel! It means the world to me.
I’m so sorry guys that there has been such a delay with this. Going back to work after maternity and finding some me time has been difficult, but im in a routine now so updates will be regular again!
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Chapter Eight
Y/N looked into the dressing table mirror at her reflection, rubbing her lips together to spread the red lipstick she had just applied. She was due to leave with Dean shortly to attend the meeting with Crowley and she wanted to look her best. On the way back from the shopping trip, Dean had told her what was expected of her this evening, that displays of affection would be needed from the moment she left this room until the moment she arrived back to the manor later after the meeting. When Y/N had asked him how he would like her to dress, Dean just shrugged his shoulders and told her that it was up to her. He wanted smart but sexy but gave her the freedom of choice. A small smile graced her lips when she looked back at herself in the mirror, she could only hope he would approve of her look. She’d chosen to go with the short knee length backless black dress with heels, she’d left her hair loose and natural and created the smoky eye look with the make-up she had.