Summary: This is pure, multi-orgasmic porn with Dean. Enjoy.
Warning: smut, overstimulation (sort of)
Word Count: 1600ish
A/N: Just felt like writing some Dean porn. No plot here, lol. XOXO
Dean’s moving at just the right pace.
It’s the ‘you aren’t quite at the orgasm yet, but this will get you there soon’ pace. The slow and steady pace that’s more about going deep and hitting all the right spots that being hard or wild. The pace that makes you shake and sweat like your body is totally under Dean’s control now.
From the moment he stepped into your life, you were aware of
what all he could do to you. Bucky Barnes was a walking warning himself, a
constant reminder for why you cannot be anyone else’s but his. You are head
over heels for him and all he has to do is look at you and throw that sexy
smirk along with those twinkling blue orbs and you were done for good.
You find yourself daydreaming about him – a lot, often about
his lips, how he would roam them all over your body, pressing gentle feather
light kisses on your sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. How his
perfect lips would mould with yours, sucking all the air from your lungs,
leaving them red and swollen. How he’d graze the tip of his nose along the
underside of your jawline, breathing you in. He’d connect lips on the column of
your throat, biting and sucking bruises and it would take him little to no time
in discovering that sensitive spot on your neck which makes you release that
sweet harmonious noise.
Summary: Y/N wakes up in her boyfriend’s arms and the day begins as it always does, sneaking out of his room, until Tony notices lovebites on shy, quiet Y/N’s neck.
Paring/Characters: SteveRogersxReader, Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Bucky, Sam
Warning: Implied smutt, fluff
Author’s Note: I was rewatching Ultron and this trash sorta happened. And since I’ve been gone for a while, I’ll be posting some other new stuff this week too.
You lazily blinked your eyes, still swimming between sleep and wakefulness with Steve’s strong arms wrapped around you and his toned body pressed against your small form. He groaned quietly, clearly awake but not wanting to be as he held you tighter. You smiled, snuggling further into his chest, letting his warmth and his touch consume you fully.
REQUEST: Hey I was wondering if you could do a a Jughead fluff where the readers almost always cold & wears his black hoody & well it fits his 6'1 frame well it basically a blanket on her 5'6 self, basically she wears his hoody that fits him fine but it’s really big on her and it’s just fluffy & funny & Veronica & Kevin totally ship it😂
Sorry for taking so long :3 Hope you like it! I thought it started off okay but then i kind of ruined it, i apologise, i’m not very good at writing ehueuheueh
Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff / dead inside reader (one swear word :3)
“So I told her, that what she did was crossing the line,” Veronica’s story was reaching its climax, and Kevin was enjoying every second of it.
“Fair enough,” He interrupted, expression eager, waiting to hear what happened next.
However, before Veronica could continue, you entered the student lounge, nonchalantly slurping a takeaway Pop’s strawberry milkshake. Your bag was slung carelessly over your shoulder and your unkempt hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, which flopped around on top of your head. You’d skipped makeup, and your eyes were surrounded by dark circles. You wore your usual converse and ripped jeans, along with a white crop top. This had been a bad choice, as it was nearly the middle of December, so you were absolutely freezing. You’d been so tired from revising for exams, that you hadn’t even bothered to check what you were wearing that morning.
You stood around the back of the couch Kevin sat on, before flopping face down and flipping your body over so you were lying on the loveseat, legs on Kevin’s lap and face buried in an assortment of cushions.
A/N: So me being 5′2 I kinda have a size!kink and this gif does not help me at all so I kinda had an idea and here ya go!
Dean x Reader
Warnings: flirting, swearing
Word Count: 750
You clutched the cool metal of Baby as you watched Dean walk
towards you. It took all of your self-control to calmly and nonchalantly wait,
even when all you wanted to do was jump into his arms and wrap yours legs
around his waist – fuck. The jeans he
wore today seemed to accent just how tall he really was, sending a delicious
thrill down your spine that had you licking your lips. Dean didn’t know about the
obsession you had with his tall broad frame, didn’t know that you constantly
held back whimpers every time he strode confidently, and how the way his
shoulders and arms engulfed you and made you so damn small, was probably the
best feeling in the world. So of course, while you’re supposed to be keeping
watch, all you could do was stare at your man and imagined all the ways you
would climb the hell out of him.
“I guess I was just imagining it or something, there was
nothing back there,” he stood beside you, unaware that your breath was caught
in your throat and the way you tried so damn hard not to smile. “Wanna get
going? We’re still a day out before we meet up with Sam,”
“No wait,” you called out, quickly latching a hand on to his
wrist and tugged him towards you. With a raised brow, Dean watched warily as
looked down at you. “Let’s just take a break, I’m getting a bit car sick and it’s
really nice outside,” With a slight jut of your bottom lip, you knew it was
only seconds before Dean would cave and agree with you, however, what you didn’t
expect was for Dean to clutch your waist and hoist you up on the hood of Baby.
A small groan escaped your lips, immediately grabbing the attention of Dean.
“Now what on earth was that, sweetheart?” With a lick of his
perfect pink lips and a calloused hand brushing away the hair from your face,
you were done for.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” You couldn’t stop the ever
increasing blush, not with the way Dean was smirking at you. Cocky bastard.
“Nope, tell me. I want to know,” Nuzzling his way down to
the underside of your jaw, he softly planted kisses on your skin, melting your resistance
completely. Dean Winchester knew he had you in the palm of his hand. It took
you a few moments before you could even think about forming a coherent
sentence, your brain having turned to mush and the overwhelming presence of him
not being of any help.
“It’s really stupid,” you breathlessly whined, sounding
pitiful in terms of trying to put up a fight against his charm. Dean merely
waited, knowing that he’d get it out of you soon enough. “I just… you’re so
damn- god this is gonna sound ridiculous. I really really like how big and
strong you are,” If you could have died of embarrassment, you would have gladly
done so. You’re cheeks felt like they were on fire as you refused to meet Dean’s
eyes. The silence from him was mortifying, chastising yourself for revealing
such a liking in the first place.
“God, Dean. You really just love seeing me suffer,” You
groaned, “It’s pretty damn self-explanatory. You’re like a freaking giant, with
legs that just… and watching you is like watching a freakin’ god walk before
you. And don’t even get me started on your arms, or your hands, or your back –
fuck. It’s just, you’re so damn big and I really enjoy it all too much, okay?”
“So… you have a size kink?” he grinned widely, feeling all
too smug with himself.
“Yes, dammit! You happy? Can we just get on the road please?”
You begged, trying to hop off the hood but Dean had you trapped with his legs placed
on either side of you. His right hand slowly made its way up to the nape of
your neck and gently threaded his fingers in your hair, tugging slightly to
force you to look up at him.
“Hey, you don’t need to get embarrassed. It’s really nice
knowing my girl still has the hots for me after all these years,”
“I’m glad I could help your ego, babe,”
“Now let me tell you the hundreds of things that drive me
wild about you, sweetheart,” he drawled, briefly planting a fierce kiss against
your lips that you swore placed you on cloud nine.
Summary: During a case with the Winchesters, things take a turn for the worse, and some secrets you’ve been hiding come to light.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: mentions of past smut, angst, pregnant reader, witches, injured Winchesters, character death, arguing, language, fluff
A/N: This fic is based on the prompt; “Reader hides her pregnancy so Dean won’t make her stop hunting yet, and when he finds out he is really pissed off” from a list @deanwinchesterxreader made a while back.
As always, feedback is welcomed!
Your mind kept running back to the positive pregnancy test you’d stashed in your bottom drawer of your room the night before. It wasn’t that you were upset by the news, but you knew as soon as you came clean to the boys about the news- they’d stop you from hunting. You knew they’d become protective over you, worry about the future, and you also couldn’t bear the idea of Dean’s reaction to the fact you were carrying his baby.
You’d spent one heated night together after a rough hunt, you both needed to blow off some steam after going up against a group of vamps and coming out a little battered and bruised after eventually taking them out.
Usually, you and the Winchesters would blow off steam by heading to a bar and possibly finding random hook ups for the night, but on this particular case, Sam had stayed behind after getting injured in a previous hunt. Which meant it left you and Dean alone. You’d helped patch each other up and had a bottle of whiskey at hand, you weren’t in the mood to go out after the day you’d had, surprisingly Dean offered to stay in with you.
One thing lead to another and soon you were in a haze of naked bodies kissing, touching, moving against each other in heated passion. The memory of him sent heat straight to your core, his perfect plump lips, his gorgeous body, his insanely talented mouth and not to mention his impressive-
“-Earth to Y/N.” Dean’s gruff voice pulled you from your daze. He furrowed his brows at you through the reflection of the rear view mirror as you sat in the back of the impala. “You alright?” He asked, the concern clear over his face.
You ran a hand through your hair and nodded, “yeah, yeah I’m good.”.
You could tell by Dean’s face that he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t press any more about it as the three of you exited the car and headed for the victim’s house to talk to his wife.