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I love my job, but reblogging employment jelly for someone else I love.
I am thinking of going in to business for myself, and could use some good juju!!!
❤️🥰😍
Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader
Summary: After a tryst you instigated in the backseat of his Baby, you and Dean have started something new. He’s just not sure that you’re as “all in” as you claimed to be.
AN: As promised, here's a bonus one-shot to follow Maybe More Than Enough, though it can be read as a stand-alone. This is based on a request from @lacilou, one of my lovely Patreon members!
Bonus! It fulfills the @spnfanficpond monthly prompt. (Can’t give it away until the end though!)
Request: A Dean story based on the song “I Remember You” by Skid Row.
Word Count: 1.2K
Tags/Warnings: Angst, fluff, implied mentions of sex, bit of a twist ending…
Dean woke to the sound of pouring rain hitting the roof of the bunker.
It must’ve been some torrential downpour, because it took a lot for him to hear anything of the outside world from inside this place. Good thing the old heaters kept out the January cold, too. Nothing worse than frigid rain.
Blearily he cracked his eyes open, unearthed an arm from where it was tucked under his pillow, and carefully raised his phone to check the time, trying not to let the light from the screen burn his retinas in the still dark room.
4:00 a.m.
He groaned. Goddamn it.
He turned over onto his other side to face where you should’ve been lying next to him. He frowned when he saw nothing but the sheets pulled back and a dented, empty pillow.
You gave our boy love and pie! 👏👏👏
Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader
Summary: You’ve been a friend and ally to the Winchester brothers for years, but you and Dean break new ground while on a stakeout to catch a witch.
AN: Here’s another entry for @jacklesversebingo! It’s also based on a request from one of my lovely Patreon members: @lacilou. 💜
Prompt: Window—Letter Opener—Binoculars
Request: I'd love to read about Dean and the reader who's his age or even a little older.
Song Inspo: “Over the Hills and Far Away” by Led Zeppelin
Word Count: 2.9K
Tags/Warnings: A bit of angst, bit of hurt/comfort, bit of spice.~
Discreetly from the passenger side of the car, you peered through the binoculars again. Your target was in view through the unusual circular window: an average looking white man in his fifties, peeling a tangerine from the comfort of his kitchen.
According to his driver’s license, his name was Martin Reynolds. Sam was investigating the sudden death of his wife, Laura, and the wives of two other men in the small town of Whitebury, Mississippi. Laura was the first victim, so you and Dean were watching Martin for any suspicious activity.
Your companion shifted in his seat. You could hear the give of the well-worn leather against denim. The Impala wasn’t exactly inconspicuous for a stakeout, but he refused to be trapped in your “tiny-ass” Toyota Camry all afternoon. You preferred the term compact.
“What’s our he-witch up to?” Dean asked.
Your lips twitched at a smile.
I have no words just
Oh, y’know, just thinking about how Dean had a thing for Sarah Michelle Gellar when the Scooby Doo movie reached his TV. He’d found it on a pay-per-view in the motel, as he had a thing for Daphne in the cartoon. When his jaw dropped upon seeing Gellar, you knew that you had to do something about it. So you assembled the sexiest yet inconspicuous-to-hide-in-a-duffel outfit, and you’d stepped out one day with the purple headband, green ascot, tight purple top and skirt, and you’d added some matching light stockings held up my garters, and heels.
When you saw Dean’s jaw drop, you knew you’d gotten him. But when he threw you down onto the motel bed without a second word, he knew he’d gotten you.
“Dean! O-oh, baby—“ Your voice kept on cracking as Dean’s head was under your skirt, your matching purple panties laying ripped on the floor, your legs over his shoulders, hands gripping and kneading over the stockings, snapping the garter over your thigh. He just wouldn’t stop, he’d been at this for such a long time— though for him it was seconds and you it was years.
”Taste s’ sweet, look s’ pretty, baby, love it so, so much.” It was all he could say, all he could think about, tongue lapping at your sweet lil’ pussy, licking over it amid pants and whines, his sweat-covered hips rutting into the bed, almost bending you in half with the effort he was putting into absolutely devouring you.
You couldn’t even speak anymore, just slurred cries of “yes” and “Dean” and “fuck” as his fingers pushed inside you, crooking to hit your g-spot as he sucked on your swollen clit. Oh, you couldn’t take anymore.
Oh, you could take more.
You could see his eyes open, moans escaping his mouth and vibrating against your cunt, panting and licking as he took in the sight of you on your back, your eyes rolled back to the back your head, savouring the taste of you on his tongue. Oh, pretty baby, you were not leaving this bed for hours.
Your juices dripped off his chin, smeared over his mouth and on the tip of his nose, murmuring things like “s’pretty, sweetheart” and “could eat this pussy forever”, the words making the coil in your stomach grow tighter. You couldn’t exactly say anything back, you’d gone from slurring to just downright incoherent.
Once you’d came — and he’d drank all that up — he kissed back up your body, glistening lips pressed to your skin softly and leaving little prints as you struggled to stop whimpering, feeling his kiss over the little bow on the purple bra he’d made you keep on while having his fill of his baby.
“So good f’ me, darlin’.” He moaned, the stain on his sweats evident, flushed cheeks and blown pupils evidence that he just came in his boxers. He cupped your cheeks, thumb coaxing your lips open so he could slip his fingers in and make you taste yourself on his fingers.
“Gonna fuck you so good, lookin’ like Daphne.”
@zepskies @angelbabyyy99 @autisticgothic
@yourgoldengirls @deansobsessedgirl @mrsjenniferwinchester
Well! He REALLY loves Daphne 😉
Just saw a TikTok where a woman says that her husband uses the dyson air wrap he brought for his wife more than her, why can I see Ben also acting like that 🤣
Lmfao oh, anon. That's really funny to imagine. 😂
I feel like Soldier Boy (Ben)'s been surrounded by hair stylists for most of his life, so might not be as well versed in managing his own hair. But he absolutely would be one to shave for himself, since that's more of a right of passage for men, especially one of his time.
However, when his S.O./girlfriend/wife comes into the picture, he'd probably start to get used to at least figuring out how to style his own hair at home... That's where the Dyson hairdryer comes in. 🤣
At first, Ben's intrigued and bewildered looking at this "stupid fucking thing," trying to figure out how it works with all these weird attachments.
Muttering to himself, "Looks like one of her dildos, for Christ's sake."
That thought might make him hesitate on actually trying it out, but when he finally manages to switch it on, it's like a lightbulb goes off above his head. Something inside him has just gotta try this thing.
He doesn't dare experiment while you're at home though. He's going to wait until you're out of the house, for at least a few hours.
This brought me so much joy😘
Other characters: Pamela, Charlie, Jesse, Benny, Kevin and Sam
Word Count: ~3250 with other media
Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, still unbeta'd, Tricia did read through the first scene, but all mistakes are still on me, Dean goes to confession, our reader's self esteem overrides all logic and prodding.
There have always been certain women in your life that you just didn’t click with. Some you wanted to, badly. Others you admired from afar, too shy or self conscious to really try to form any kind of bond, be it professional, educational or friendly. There were some you wanted nothing to do with.
And then there was Pamela.
She was someone you had always admired, still slightly feared, but had resigned yourself to maintaining a simple and mildly judgemental, professional relationship. So when she woke you up, hungover and definitely disheveled as you were, on the bus to Phoenix, you were wary.
“Hey, sorry, but uh— could you come with me? Please?” She looked a little spooked and not exactly as apologetic as she sounded, but you nodded and tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes.
“What’s going on?” You said quietly, aware of all the other people around you as you shuffled after her to the actual bunk room in the back of the bus. Except no one back there was even asleep.
“Tell her what you told me. Or everything. Whatever comes last.” Pamela seemed pissed as she snapped at Dean and a sudden dread flooded your senses.
He sat on a bottom bunk, fingers rubbing over his lips in consideration as he glared at Pamela’s demands.
Best way to start a Friday morning?
With a bold cup of coffee and a great fic! That's just what I did today.
I am so happy that Dean talked to her! I do not think I could have resisted settling on his lap and holding him.
This was a great chapter!!!!
Summary: When a marriage promise forces Y/N to step up for her younger sister, she gets something she always wanted. But when the truth comes out, her new husband Dean is not so happy about the mix-up. Will she loose it all? Or will she be surprised in the end?
Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 3506
Warnings: arranged marriage, abbondanment, jealousy, unpleasent surprises and a little breakdown.
A/N: Okay, so... how do we say? Before it gets better... it gets worse. Right? All mistakes are mine! Enjoy!
Dean had been gone on a third business trip and this time he told Y/N that he would be gone for almost two weeks. Y/N had known that he was a busy man. After all, his reputation had preceded him. But somehow she had hoped for him to step back from it a little and spend the time with her. Turned out, she was wrong. It had really affected her, but she didn't want to show it to him.
Oh Dean... my dear dumbass...
You've really built the tension and I'm on the edge of my seat.
Summary: When a marriage promise forces Y/N to step up for her younger sister, she gets something she always wanted. But when the truth comes out, her new husband Dean is not so happy about the mix-up. Will she loose it all? Or will she be surprised in the end?
Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 2696
Warnings: arranged marriage, lying, forced proximity and a little abandonment.
A/N: Well, let's see how this goes down... All mistakes are mine! Enjoy!
The weather was starting to get colder day by day now. Winter was fast approaching and Y/N could feel it. She was standing infront of the castle, the only home she had ever known, and watched Dean's men getting ready to leave.
I feel for both of them but I hope they can talk and find something to connect about.
Summary: Being a single parent is far harder than Dean ever thought it would be. When he meets a woman who sees him struggling and asks if she can help him will he accept her help and let her in or keep his walls high and push a chance at love away?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Charlie Winchester (OFC), Julia Winchester (OFC/ mentioned only), You
Warnings: mentions of loss of spouse, Dean's self-loathing makes a tiny appearance, single parenting, parental stress, parenting a language delayed child, single dad!Dean (yes that's a warning), angst, fluff, guilt, and probably some bad language words because ... if you've read my stuff you already know.
A/N: This fic fill my @jacklesversebingo square for "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"
A/N 2: I am not a speech therapist but was in a language training and it gave me the idea for this fic. I hope you like it. Also this can be read as a one-shot or the first part of a 3 part mini-series (I guess) I wrote all 3 with the same characters in mind. If you're interested in the next two parts keep your eye out for Backyard Campout, and Doppelganger.
Word Count: 8,217
Cover created by me using Canva and my own photos, divider also created by me in Canva
Written: 10.24.24 – 11.04.2024
Dean knew that being a single dad would be hard but he hadn’t expected it to be this hard.
He sat on a bench at the park watching his precious daughter play in the sand box a few feet away and for a split second he wished that Charlie could just jabber and talk like the other little girls she was playing near. She was hard to understand and the other children already seemed to shun her over it and that was enough to break his heart but it was even worse when he couldn’t understand her himself.
They’d already lived through so many tears and tantrums it was enough to make him snap at this point.
Eeeeeep!
I adore that her car is a '65 Malibu and Tuxedo Black!!
His little girl's name is Charlie.🥹🥹🥹 So many lovely little details.
Great job with the prompt.
Little nod to Mr. Russell Shaw😉
Summary: Being a single parent is far harder than Dean ever thought it would be. When he meets a woman who sees him struggling and asks if she can help him will he accept her help and let her in or keep his walls high and push a chance at love away?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Charlie Winchester (OFC), Julia Winchester (OFC/ mentioned only), You
Warnings: mentions of loss of spouse, Dean's self-loathing makes a tiny appearance, single parenting, parental stress, parenting a language delayed child, single dad!Dean (yes that's a warning), angst, fluff, guilt, and probably some bad language words because ... if you've read my stuff you already know.
A/N: This fic fill my @jacklesversebingo square for "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"
A/N 2: I am not a speech therapist but was in a language training and it gave me the idea for this fic. I hope you like it. Also this can be read as a one-shot or the first part of a 3 part mini-series (I guess) I wrote all 3 with the same characters in mind. If you're interested in the next two parts keep your eye out for Backyard Campout, and Doppelganger.
Word Count: 8,217
Cover created by me using Canva and my own photos, divider also created by me in Canva
Written: 10.24.24 – 11.04.2024
Dean knew that being a single dad would be hard but he hadn’t expected it to be this hard.
He sat on a bench at the park watching his precious daughter play in the sand box a few feet away and for a split second he wished that Charlie could just jabber and talk like the other little girls she was playing near. She was hard to understand and the other children already seemed to shun her over it and that was enough to break his heart but it was even worse when he couldn’t understand her himself.
They’d already lived through so many tears and tantrums it was enough to make him snap at this point.
Kaz,
This is just what I needed after a rough day at school, breaking a nail off, and just being tired!!
❤️😍🥰
I'm glad it made you smile! Thanks for reading and reblogging!!!😘
Doppelganger?? Oooo
I wrote this one for @alphabetquest
In this universe Dean’s a single dad, he meets someone he starts to have feelings for and after she's moved in with him and his daughter he starts seeing Y/N's double. They have to figure out what's going on ans stop it before something bad happens to Y/N!
Thank you @impala-dreamer for the tag😘
Rules: make a post with the names of all the titles in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the titles that intrigues them the most, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!!
I have about 80 wips so far but I'm not listing them all...
Is That Glitter?
Backyard Campout
Doppelganger
Honeymoon from Hell
Just One Night
Detective Winchester
Who to tag? 🤔
And anyone who wants to play along
Summary: Dean had been injured a couple years back but survived. With the decision to retire set firm in his mind he decides to set out and try living in a few different towns. After a few weeks he ends up in Florida where he runs into someone he saved 20 years ago. He begins working as a mechanic for her golf car repair shop and learns there were consequences of his prior time with her.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Marisol/ Mari (OFC), Ray (OMC), Reader/ Y/N, Jody Mills
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, smut, slow burn, dad!Dean, mentions of teen pregnancy, single mom reader,
Chapter Warnings: Dean and Mari get into an argument, Dean finally confronts Y/N, Dean learns about "the thing" in Marisol's childhood closet and Marisol get's "the talk."
Cover created by me using mostly my own photos, the image of Jensen and baby came from the spn wiki (I believe it's been on my phone for a long time)
Word count: 2,158 | Divider created in Canva by me
“It’s not completely done yet,” Dean reminded her, as he pulled the tarp back, “ta-da!”
“Oh my gosh this is soo freaking cool!” she squealed, “this looks just like your car.”
“Well, it will,” he corrected, “Once I figure out how to get these two parts to interlock and stay on.
She studied the area he was having trouble with, “What if you welded a small L bracket here and then you could attach this with a small screw?”
Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam
WC: 1650
Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter.
Warnings: A/B/O, dystopian au, canon elements, non/con, dub/con, incest, subjugation, pandemic, mentions of nudity, physical/mental abuse, mention of collaring/leashed, sexual/slavery, rut/heat, physical altercation, death/murder conviction, show level violence, parental dominance, trafficking, branding, panic attacks, bondage, forced mating, dated derogatory terms
*Additional warnings will be added
Square filled: @spnmixedbingo -Hiding an Injury @anyfandomgoesbingo -Childhood Best Friends
A/N I: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.
A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.
Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)
Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)
*Divider by @firefly-graphics
*No Beta-all mistakes are mine
Bobby.... I love the way you wrote him!
Gah the thing with the collar makes me so mad.
I will DIE on this HILL‼️‼️‼️
Hey, Zep! Can you tell me more about Wake Up Call? :)
Hey there! 💜
Certainly! Re: the WIP game, here's a bit about that one:
Pairing: Sam Winchester x F. Reader
Summary: Sam often gets up before you in the morning. He enjoys luring you into the waking world. (18+)
Finally, something for Sam, right? 😂 After writing Rest for Dean, equal parts hurt/comfort and fluff, I’ve been itching to do some “early morning” fluff for Sam…
Unlike Dean, Sam isn’t one to be sentimental.
It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. On the contrary, he hordes and treasures memories in his mind, rather than on his shelves.
It also means he’s not one to collect things just to have them. There has to be a practical use, like the way good books can be read again. Even his dad’s journal is a useful resource, not just a record of the man’s most significant words, and in some ways, his legacy.
Sam’s room is function, not fluff.
That is, until you invaded.
Oooh 👀
