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season 8 sam's haircut has me on chokehold (coming from a dean girl)

#dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #spnfandom

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I edited a video to the song where's my love? to honour the last of us series. I'd appreciate the support :))

#the last of us #tlou #ellie tlou #joel miller #joel and ellie #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #joel tlou #joel #Youtube

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DEAN WINCHESTER in one random episode per day ‣ 327/327 1.14 NIGHTMARE

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I have recently discovered ABO fics, and god, I could have never imagined I would be so into such thing. It has turned into my new and biggest kink. If anyone knows about good ABO Dean Winchester fics, please, let me know. I am a so fvcking needy omega 😫

#dean winchester #dean winchester smut #alpha!dean #omegaverse

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the good thing about reading smut instead of watching p*rn is I can actually enjoy dirty scenes when I'm in class 🤭

#smut

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Playing Hero

[Dean Winchester x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After getting into a petty argument with the Winchester brother, an incident occurs which changes both of your perspectives.  

WC: 1,510

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff, TW - Drowning

If you enjoyed, don’t be afraid to comment and reblog!! Feedback is much appreciated.

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Hi, can I request a jamie Fraser x reader... maybe smut, with like spanking. If you don’t write that then don’t worry, I love your blog btw. Ur Billy Hargrove post was awesome!!

Thank you so much!! I hope this is okay, sorry it’s short!,

#6 Do As You’re Told (Jamie Fraser x Reader)

Do I even need to say this? Contains smut

Jamie came up the stairs with increasing volume. This was, you guessed, a ploy to make you even more nervous. It was working, of course, but you’d be damned if you let him know that.

“What were you thinkin’, lass!” He exclaimed as the door burst open.

You remained silent, looking anywhere but his eyes, which you could guess were narrow with rage.

He walked over to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. This wasn’t like him, at all. Out of all the MacKenzie men, he was always the gentlest, the kindest. That was why, out of all of them, you had chosen to marry Jamie.

“He’s a bastard and you know it!” You yelled back, staring into his eyes with unmoving defiance.

“He’s my superior officer!” He roared back, “For once, woman, why couldn’t you just mind your tongue?”

It was true, Gavin McDade was Jamie’s superior, but he was also, a disgusting man. Out of all the people you hated most in the world, abusers were right at the top. His poor wife had been frightened to death confiding in you, and once you had found out, minding your tongue was out of the question.

If Jamie was angry at you know, you did not look forward to the time when he found out what you had put in Gavin’s tea.

“Not all of us,” you said, “are as complicit as you are in the evil actions of those around us,”

He grabbed your shoulders, pulling you towards him, “I’m no complicit! McDade’s a bastard, I’ll give you that, but a cannae risk losin’ my position! D’ye ken that? D’ye understand what that means for me? For us?”

You fell quiet, “I’m sorry,”

He clicked his tongue, “You cost me a lot of trouble back there,”

“I know,” you said, your same quiet tone, wrapping your arms around him.

“Lass,” he said into your neck, “You don’t expect to walk away unpunished, do ye now?”

Your eyes widened, you tried to pull away from him but he had you wrapped in his arms.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he warned, but you thrashed against him.

He sat down on the bed, easily over powering you and pulling you down over his lap. He pulled up your dress, revealing your bare arse. He ran his hands over it.

“Ye were naughty today”

He spanked you hard.

“Ye embarrassed me in front of my family,”

He hit you again. Lying over his lap, you felt him grow hard.

“You’re enjoying this!” You cried, “You sick bastard,”

He laughed, “Of course I am! Look at ye, yer helpless!”

He leaned over you, spanking you once more, “completely at my mercy, lass,”

“Get off!” You yelled, but he only laughed.

“I like ye like this,”

Spank.

“I should keep ye like this,”

Spank.

“No use strugglin’, lass,” he said as you tried to get away, “I’m stronger than ye. Yer mine,”

“I don’t belong to you!” You yelled.

He grabbed your hair and pulled you to your feet, “By God ye do!”

You felt him pushing you down on the bed, and you fell face first, your chest against the mattress.

“Ye cannae expect,” he said, pulling out his cock, “to dae things like that and not get what’s coming to you,”

You gasped as you felt him enter you, pushing your face into the pillow as he thrusted wildly, fucking you like an animal, slapping your arse as he did so.

You tried to move but he growled, pushing you back down and spanking you hard.

“I’m no done wi’ ye yet!”

Although you tried to stop yourself, you couldn’t help but whimper with pleasure as he ploughed you, he laughed.

“Enjoyin’ yersel’?”

You could only reply in moans.

“Don’t finish yet,” he said, “not til I tell you to,”

“I can’t help it,” you whimpered, “please,”

You looked over your shoulder at him and he laughed with triumph.

“Yer eyes are all glassy like a little rodent,”

He stroked your cheek, still thrusting into you hard and fast.

“Please can I come?” You asked, feeling the rush of pleasure approach.

He spanked you again, “Not til I say,” he growled.

You tried your best to hold it but you couldn’t. You let it wash over you just as he grunted his final thrusts, slowing down and growling as you felt his warm seed fill you. You cried out in pleasure and he laughed, not pulling out. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, rolling you over on your side.

“Next time,” he whispered, giving you one last spank, “do as you’re told,”.

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Mo Ghràdh [Jamie Fraser x reader]

A/n: I’m in such a Jamie mood, so here you have an angsty fic, but don’t you worry! It has a pretty fluffy ending! Hope you enjoy it!! Also, I’m sorry if there are any typos, it’s really late at night!!

mo ghràdh = my love 

     I slowly approached the house. I felt my whole body relax as I opened the door, coming face to face with Jamie.

     “Jamie-“ I smile excitedly, but his solemn features made my mouth close. “What’s wrong?” 

     “What’s wrong?” He scoffed. “You left without saying goodbye, Y/n. That’s what’s wrong. I thought I’d lost you. And I hate you for that.” He growled, his eyes turning into slits.

     “I’m so tired, Jamie. Please, don’t do this.” 

     “Go. I don’t want to see you again.” My eyes widened at his words, my mind panicking. I kept eye contact, not wanting him to know how much he was hurting me.

     “I’m your wife-“

     “You obviously didn’t care about that until now…” 

     “I’m not losing you again-“

     “Who said anything about losing? We’re not losing anything, because we don’t actually have anything to lose.” 

     “Say that one more time. See what happens.” I growled, pushing my face in front of his, making him back away.

     “We don’t have anything to lose. Not even each other.” 

     I exhaled slowly as his words hit me like a slap. I stepped away from him, turning, so my back was facing him. I looked around one last time, feeling my gaze cloud with tears. As I left the house and made my way through the courtyard, towards the forest, I looked back at him. He followed me outside, watching my every move. 

     I felt as if I’ve been walking for days, but, trying to look at the sun through the tall tree branches, I hit something- or someone. I backed away, mumbling an apology. 

     “You should look were you’re going.” A thick british accent said. My eyes met the soldier’s, making my breath hitch as I realised I’d come face to face with Randall. He laughed, noticing my red eyes and my sour expression. “Look who it is! It’s Y/n Fraser! We’re going to have so much fun with her!” He grabbed my arm, yanking me after him. His powerful moves made my shoulder hit a few trees, but I had to keep quiet. If Jamie somehow heard me- and if he still cared- he’d come after me, which would get him in trouble. 

     Randall pushed me against a big tree, the back of my dress rubbing harshly against it, making me gasp as I felt it tear. 

     “Someone’s brave.” He laughed again, pulling out his knife. He pressed it on my cheekbone. I kept eye contact, keeping my facade up. He pressed once more, cutting into my skin. I pressed my lips together, biting my lip. The knife slowly slid down my face, until it reached my jaw. It left a trail of blood, as the tears I hadn’t realised started falling mixed with the fresh blood. “Still, you haven’t made a sound.” 

     This time, he pressed the knife against my collarbone, watching my every move, waiting for a reaction. 

     “I wonder how long it will take your loving husband to find you.” He snarled, noticing my flinch.

     “He’s not coming, don’t get your hopes up.” 

     “If you say so… I guess we’ll just have to kill you, then.” 

     “Do it already.” I growled, closing my eyes. Random memories of Jamie appeared in my mind. At least they’ll kill me and he wouldn’t have to suffer because of me anymore. 

     “I don’t know if I should just cut your head off, or to do it slowly.” He thought out loud, trying different ways of pressing it against my throat. 

     “Either way works.” 

     “Do you have anything you want me to tell your husband when we finally-“ His sentence was cut off by him falling to the ground. I looked around, seeing everyone passed out on the grass, making me start gasping for air. I didn’t know what was happening. What happened and why was I the only one left standing?

     “Don’t you touch her.” I heard the voice I loved with my whole heart say, before his face came into view. As soon as our eyes met, my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore, prompting me to fall to the ground, sobbing. 

     “Y/n-“

     “I- I can’t breathe- Jamie- I-“ He kneeled in front of me, my breaths becoming laboured. Everything was spinning around me. 

     “I’m here. You’re safe.” Were the last words I’d heard before my eyes closed. 

     Jamie brought Y/n home, laying her on their bed. He sighed as he checked her body for wounds, finding a big bruise on the back of her shoulder. He closed his eyes as he did what she always did for him. He cleaned the cuts that were on her face and collarbone, stitching them up the best he could. He then left her to rest, but he couldn’t leave her. He layed next to her on the bed, facing her unconscious body. He just studied her for hours on end, noticing the way she breathed, the way her skin was clammy, not shining like it usually did. 

     I take a big breath as I open my eyes, looking quickly around the room. I was breathing loudly, feeling my chest fill with air. My eyes find Jamie’s, who was looking worriedly at me. That was when I realised how wet my cheeks were. I pressed my hands on my face, gasping at the sting that left my face burning. I started heaving, sobbing loudly into my hands. 

     Jamie’s arms went around my body, holding me close to him. He was rubbing my back, whispering comforting words in my ear, doing whatever he could to help calm me down. 

     “We’re home. Y/n, you’re safe. I’m here with you.” I nodded as his reassuring tone slowly started calming me down, prompting me to rest my head against his shoulder. 

     “Why did you leave me, Jamie?” I mumbled as I closed my eyes, drifting to sleep. He sighed, shaking his head. 

     “I never left you, mo ghràdh.” 

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Ache

Can you write a one shot where reader, who used to hunt with the Winchesters, shows up at their motel room one day after 6 months awol because dean cheated on her so she left, and is stumbling and severely injured and says it was a hunt but when Dean is patching her up he sees handprint-shaped bruises on her hips and confronts her about it but she refuses to admit anything and starts sobbing and dean just holds her and is shaking because he knows what really happened.

WARNING: sexual abuse, hatred, nightmare panic

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Read Part Two Here: Unforgiving

The ache was constant, tugging at your mind all night. You hadn’t heard Dean’s voice in weeks, not that you wanted to. Yet somehow the pain remained as you tossed and turned, wondering if Dean was alright; how much strength would it take you to speed dial number two? You never changed it. 

The sun creeped in through the old blinds and you couldn’t take it anymore, the sheets were too hot and the motel’s air was musty. 

The old jeans scratched against your skin as you picked off a flake of dry blood from last weeks hunt. Walking with your duffel hitting against your thigh with each step, you made your way to a small vending machine in-between the two buildings. Quickly you shoved in a dollar and waited, but no can came out.

“Damnit!” you shouted and started shaking the machine.

A deeper voice came from behind you, and within seconds glass hit your head and you crumpled to the floor. 

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The street spun as you cried, having no idea where to go. Your eyes began fluttering closed again but you grabbed onto the metal sewage pole and stood back up. 

Jaw clenched you realized it could’ve been much worse, but you’d hunt him down if it was the last thing you did. 

Help. You needed help quickly. The bottle left blood trickling down your face, you smeared it on your palm by accident. Some gashes were torn under your ribs, probably from that same damned bottle. And damn was your body aching, each step hurt more and more. You slowly walked towards the motel two blocks down, hoping you could sneak in and patch yourself up. 

You knocked on one of the back doors, and when no one answered you figured it was empty. There were definitely four spinning doorknobs; you tried squinting your eyes as your head pounded from the inside out. Slowly you picked the lock, hands shaking as you whimpered from pain and shock.

Finally you swung the door open, and was met with two gun barrel’s pointed at your face. 

“Please don’t shoot” you whispered into the darkness, looking at the two silver circles like they were eyes. 

“What the hell?” a more than recognizable voice flipped on the switch and you were face to face with familiar green eyes.

Sam’s eyes went wide, but you were slowly sliding down the wall, double the shock, double the ache. 

“Hey, hey - woah” Dean lifted you up, lying you down on the bed. “What year is it?” he asked and you answered correctly.

“Sammy get the drink” he shouted to his brother who quickly ran towards two bottles. 

“Please, don’t” you pushed his hands away, “I didn’t think anyone was in here. I can patch myself up” you said and he tilted his head.

“What the hell happened, Y/N” Dean looked at your torn and bloody shirt. You didn’t answer, rather clenched your fists. 

Sam looked you over, and carefully poured the alcohol over the gashes in your side. You bunched the blanket up in your fists from pain as you winced.

“I’m sorry” he whispered as Dean began opening your shirt. He motioned for Sam to leave, and he nodded.

You gave Dean a glance of approval as he continued peeling your shirt off. He passed you the bottle, “If you won’t answer, at least drink. It’ll ease the pain” he said and you gulped down the liquor, letting it burn your throat. 

“Just a hunt Dean, just a hunt” you whispered before everything went black once more. 

When your eyes finally opened, your sides hurt - bad. Looking down you saw neat stitches up and down your side, and felt bandages on your forehead. 

Dean was seated on the bed next to you, eyes angrier than you’ve ever seen.

You followed the angry eyes down to your hips, where purple bruises left stains. Clenching your jaw you looked back at him, “It was a hunt, Dean” you said one more time. 

He stared at you, and his green eyes pierced through yours as you broke. At first you began sniffling, but within seconds you were sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. Dean’s gaze shattered, and was replaced with soft eyes as he wrapped his arms around you. 

Sobbing into his shirt, Dean placed his chin on your head, afraid he too would start shaking. Damn did he miss you. Sam told him not to go to the bar that night, but he was drunk, and it was the biggest mistake of his life. To hear your voice again was his wish as he lay awake in bed at night. But this? He was ready to kill someone with his bare hands. You shook in his arms as he rubbed your back.

“It’s alright” he said every few minutes. “I’ll rip his lungs out and shove them up his-“

“Dean” you cried and he stopped, pulling you off of him. 

“You’ll rip the stitches” he said and you nodded, slowly laying back down.

“Y/N” Dean started, and you watched his fiddle with his fingers. “I-. I don’t know where to start. Honestly, I don’t” and you pursed your lips, trying to figure out where he was going. 

“I’ve missed you more than I’ve ever missed anyone in my life. Ever.” he said and your eyes went wide.

“Dean-“ you started, but he cut you off.

“No, I know, I’m a stupid son of a bitch. I was drunk and I was a dick, a complete dick, Y/N. But I just wanted you to know that, and that if you ever did me the honor of staying with me again, I swear I-“

Feverishly you pressed your lips to Dean’s, grabbing more and more of him like you never have before. He mimicked your movements, until Sam walked back in.

“How are the stitches hold-“ he started, “Oh”.

“They’re fantastic. Thank you” you smiled and he leaned down to give you a hug. You missed him so much, you buried your nose in his shoulder as he lingered. 

“Y/N, before you forget, do you remember anything about him. Voice? Appearance?” Dean asked and Sam straddled a chair in front of you. 

“His voice was deep, and then he knocked me out with a beer bottle. Probably what cut me too” you said and Dean clenched his jaw, subconsciously gripping your hand tighter.

“Other people have it worse Dean, I can push through - I’m a hunter” you tried to smile, but he knew it was fake.

“Hunters are human, Y/N. He was not” Dean said and got up, angrily walking to the bathroom, exhaling heavily.

“We’ll find him, I swear” Sam said after a minutes silence. “Get some rest, please” he said and rubbed your shoulder before collapsing next to you on the bed. 

“Sweet dreams, Sammy” you whispered and closed your eyes. 

Dean walked out of the bathroom, hands shaking as he gripped the counters edge. You were back, but this isn’t right. You weren’t supposed to hurt, he was supposed to protect you. Rubbing his eyes, Dean thought of a hundred ways to kill the guy, then realized something. Impulsively he looked up then ran out the door. Out on the street he looked both ways before shouting “Castiel! Get your feathery ass down here or so help me!” Dean shouted, and immediately Castiel was behind him.

Turning around, Castiel took one look at Dean’s face and knew something was wrong.

“Yes, Dean?” Castiel asked.

Clenching his jaw Dean asked, “You got enough angel juice to send me back in time?”

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rick: and this is y/n, our demolition expert.

y/n, mixing coke and mentos: fuck yeah.

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"Just another sweltering day in the good old capital of Texas, might be time for one of these."

Jensen Ackles | Insta stories, September 24, 2023 (x | x)

#jensen ackles

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watching series while on long bus rides

falling asleep with my doggie heating up my feet (during winter mostly)

waking up to coffee smell on sundays at my parent's place

long walks in the woods, enjoying nature (while my doggo gets lost somewhere among the trees lol)

trying new restaurants/dishes out with my friends

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when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then send it to the last ten people in your notifications (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity. 💝

i’m j gonna @ ppl instead of sendung stuff but heres my stuff:

Lana (@xflippinfrogx)

weirdly, school

baking/cooking

theatre and my theatre friends

my irl best friend

Tagging: @xflippinfrogx @aceofsharks

@enid-rhees-wife @theoisatransdude @t-marvellove @touch-starved-switch

i dont give a fuck that its six :D

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It really freaks me out that people think body hair is unsanitary. Like y'all are just so brainwashed if you believe that body hair is perfectly normal and fine on men, but on women its suddenly dirty? Use your critical thinking skills for a few damn seconds, I’m begging you.

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Foreplay isn't "let me get you wet enough to stick it in you", it's "let me get you so worked up and horny you're practically begging me to stick it in". Big. Big. Difference.

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Dean + being manhandled ↳requested by @blissfulcastiel

#dean winchester #supernatural

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Summary: This is what they want. This is what they need.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x female reader 

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, no condoms, Dom/sub undertones, clothed sex, dirty talk, panty ripping, breast slapping, ass play, anal sex, size kink, Daddy used as title, butt plug, female ejaculation/squirting, slight sensory deprivation, clit and pussy slapping, riding crop, object insertion, dirty talk, bathing

Words: 7K

PART ONE | PART TWO

#read later #jensen ackles smut

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They make me sick

Dean Winchester I know what u are