female secrets

Our Little Secret-Part One

Summary: After a hunt and quite a few drinks the boys learn that you aren’t as ‘experienced’ in one department as they thought you were. Dean thinks he can rectify that

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Oral Fixation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4700

Warnings: Smut, oral (male and female receiving), insecure reader, language

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This is the first part of what I hope is a lengthy and smutty series. Any feedback is always appreciated. This is also for @emilywritesaboutdean and @wheresthekillswitch ‘s Do It Like TFW Challenge (The gif is near the bottom)

A thank you to my beta @ayeronda for betaing at an ungodly hour and being so wonderful.

It’s been a long ass day and an even longer hunt. You were more than happy to be sitting on Dean’s bed in the boys’ motel room, sipping on your second, or maybe it is the third beer. And that was just here, it wasn’t counting the four or five shots you had had down at the bar. So now you were here and Sam was riding Dean hard about his strikeout at the bar.

“Dude, you were never going home with her.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

You can’t help but chuckle, “What? Two whole minutes?”

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Our Little Secret-Part Five

Summary: You and Dean figure out how to tell Sam. Later the two of you try something that Dean hasn’t really done


Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Face Fucking for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, rough sex, squirting, language

A/N: I’m sorry. I was going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to post this, but I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much for reading. I absolutely love writing this series and sharing it with you. Any feedback is always appreciated.

“You want to tell Sam?” He’s got that crease on his forehead, “I thought you didn’t want him to know.”

You smile, stretching your neck, kissing right below his ear, “But you do.”

“You’re okay with it?” He’s confused, “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m sure.”

You’re not sure, not at all, but you kinda need to take the chance.

Dean pulls you up, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before breaking away.

You giggle, “I guess it will be easier too, we won’t have to come up with excuses for getting a different room.”

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“ se il mondo dovesse finire domani ,
vorrei correre veloce, come una frazione di
emozionarmi , come se fosse la prima volta
che mi accorgo di avere un cuore ,
non avere un attimo di respiro, sognando ,
senza avere rimpianti,
senza mai tornare sui miei passi ”

Parole e foto: Caterina

“ If the world,may should end tomorrow,
I would run fast, like a fraction
of a second ,
get emotional, like it would the first time,
I realize I have a heart,
not having a moment for breath, dreaming,
without have no regrets,
without never turn back on my paths ”

~ the secret diary ❤🗝

Dirty Little Secrets

Summary: Teen Wolf Alternate Universe where Peter Hale is a cop with countless well-kept secrets, or so he thinks. Y/N McCall comes home to Beacon Hills 18 years after a scandalous affair with Mayor Gerard Argent’s son; Chris. What happens when Peter sees Y/N for the first time since she broke his heart.
Characters in this chapter: Peter Hale, female reader, Stiles Stilinski
Characters mentioned: Sheriff Noah Stilinski
Pairing: Past Chris Argent x Female Reader, Past Peter Hale x Female Reader, Peter Hale x Female Reader 
Word Count: 1,439
Warnings: Language, blackmail  
Author’s Note: Blame @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash for this. GIF found on Google. Yours? 

Parked on the side of the road, partially hidden by the mountain, Peter swiped a hand over his face. Even with the air conditioning cranked, he was roasting inside the squad. It was balls-sticking-to-his-taint hot, the kind of hot that made people pass out just from walking down the sidewalk to get their mail. Even better, it brought out the craziness in people in droves. People did weird shit when it felt like their brains were cooking inside their head.

Speaking of weird shit… “The fuck you doin’?” he asked no one but himself, peering over the top of his aviators, gum snapping between his molars. There was a motorcycle speeding down the road, weaving between the two lanes erratically, and Peter could tell the driver had no plans on slowing down. In fact, judging by the sound of the engine, it was picking up speed.

The cycle blew past the squad, and the radar gun emitted a series of shrill beeps before a set of red numbers blinked at the officer; 120. Smirking, Peter flipped on the lights and siren, and tore out of his hiding spot. Gravel spit out behind him before his tires squealed on the tar.

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